Long Yi's eyes widened, and he said, "If you want it, why don't you want it.

Mao 18 said, well, you wait for me to take it for you, and the things will be yours, but you have to prepare the money, because the things are not mine, Chang Wanlin has followed Jin Wanda for so many years, and it is estimated that he has not saved much money in his hand, which he exchanged for his life, so you give this money.

Long Yi said, no problem, let's go, I want to use Chang Wanlin, you see if it's okay.

Mao 18 said, eldest brother, I am friends with Chang Wanlin, and you can ask him about this matter.

The dragon nodded and said, "Okay, you bring him over another day and we'll get together for a while."

Mao 18 said okay, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first.

Long Yi said, don't, we brothers haven't had a drink yet, how can we go.

Mao 18 smiled and said, another day, don't you want your hotel to get rid of it quickly.

The dragon nodded and said, "Brother has worked hard."

Zhao Tianxi heard that Mao Eighteen was back, and on the day he came back, he went out from Jin Wanda's hands Chang Wanlin, and he admired and hated Mao Eighteen in his heart.

His high-end products have been out of stock for a long time, and his subordinates have told them more than once that some old customers are chasing their butts for things.

However, how to snatch back that batch of goods from Mao Shiba's hands is really a head-scratching question.

Zhao Tianxi rang for a long time and didn't come up with a good solution.

Just when Zhao Tianxi was at a loss, the phone rang.

Zhao Tianxi glanced at a very unfamiliar number. I don't know who it is.

Zhao Tianxi hesitated for a moment but still took it.

A strange voice came from the phone, and it was impossible to tell who it was.

Zhao Tianxi knew that this voice must have been processed.

At twelve o'clock tonight, we will meet at the mass grave in Dongcheng District, the goods are in my hands, don't forget the cash.

It seems that this passage was recorded, and the phone was cut off after it was finished.

Zhao Tianxi didn't put down his hand holding the phone for a long time.

What's the matter, the goods are in his hands, could it be that Mao Eighteen called him.

If it was Mao Eighteen, he didn't have to bother Bali to change his voice, wouldn't he just find himself directly, why bother so much trouble.

If it's someone else, then whose hands are these goods?

Zhao Tianxi couldn't figure it out for a while.

Dongcheng District mass grave, how did you choose such a place, I heard that it is often haunted, in the middle of the night, it's really fucking. Zhao Tianxi scolded.

For a local, Zhao Tianxi has heard the legend of the mass grave in Dongcheng District more than once.

That place covers an area of about 30 acres, and in the earliest days, I heard that it was the graveyard of a large family.

Later, it gradually declined, and the descendants withered, and gradually no one went to repair it.

Later, when the common people heard that the feng shui of that place was very good, they began to bury the old people in their own families.

It also became a grave field, and during the Liberation War, many people died, and there was no place to bury them, so all the corpses were there.

There wasn't that much energy to bury, so there were white bones everywhere.

I heard that in the years of the production team, when someone drove a carriage past there, they could always hear a whimpering cry, and it was estimated that there were many unjustly killed fools who refused to be reincarnated, where to do it.

The guy who called today actually chose that bullshit place, it's fucking infuriating.

A few years ago, some people did not believe in evil and spent money to buy land, flatten it with bulldozers, plant trees where to develop villa areas.

But before the house was finished, I ran away, and I heard that every night it was not peaceful, and either someone was crying or someone was walking.

Later, no one went there, and the half-developed villa area was stranded, and the boss did not recoup the investment, where he committed suicide.

Zhao Tianxi thought of this, and felt a burst of cold wind on his back in broad daylight.

called Huang Qinghai over on the phone.

Zhao Tianxi told Huang Qinghai what happened and asked Huang Qinghai what he meant.

Huang Qinghai thought about it and said, if you don't enter the tiger's den, we have no other way now.

If we can open up a new path, but we can't do it for the time being, I think we should go.

Zhao Tianxi said, who goes, I don't want to go.

Huang Qinghai said, that's not good, you are the boss, you don't go, the brothers have no bottom in their hearts.

Zhao Tianxi said, I'm so fucking scared, that kind of ghost place.

Huang Qinghai said, what is terrible, gods and ghosts are afraid of the wicked, let's bring more people, just in case, bring something to ward off evil spirits.

I heard that glutinous rice is fine, go again, find some charms to bring, one per person, and don't be afraid.

Zhao Tianxi nodded, and said in his heart, fuck it too, if there is really a ghost, then do you have to come to find yourself if you kill anyone.

If there is a ghost, it means that there is retribution, but the sea is alive and dead, and he doesn't see it coming to find him.

When he thought about it like this, he put down a lot of his heart, nodded in agreement, told Huang Qinghai to prepare cash, and then sent someone over to check the terrain first.

Huang Qinghai nodded and said, Okay, I'll send some people over first, and I'll also go over to explore the truth first.

Zhao Tianxi nodded and said okay.

The sun hung in the sky, walking slowly, Zhao Tianxi was very conflicted in his heart, looking forward to the dark on the one hand, and not wanting it to be dark on the other.

The people sent by Huang Qinghai came back to report that the place had been looked at and that there was no one.

Huang Qinghai nodded and said, I know.

Zhao Tianxi breathed a sigh of relief, asked Huang Qinghai, and said, who do you think is trading with us.

Huang Qinghai shook his head and said that this matter could not be said, it could be Mao Eighteen, it could be Mao Eighteen and Chang Wanlin, or it could be Long Yi.

Zhao Tianxi sighed and said, how can it be Long Yi, Huang Qinghai said, let's clean up Long Yi, his two hotels are still sealed, and since Mao Eighteen is back, it is possible that he will have to stand up for Long Yi.

Don't look at the usual small contradictions, but at the critical time, they are still brothers, besides, Long Yi is not bad for Mao Eighteen, he gave Mao Eighteen a lot of money, even if Mao Eighteen hated some things before Long Yi, he couldn't ignore it, regardless of the overall situation.

After all, there are not many people who can compete with us now.

Zhao Tianxi said, you mean that this call is real, no matter who is behind the scenes, today's transaction will definitely be successful.

Huang Qinghai nodded and said I think so.

The sun set, and after Zhao Tianxi took people to their full stomach, everyone had a yellow paper talisman in their pockets that they didn't know where to get it, and drove on the road.

This is Huang Qinghai's idea, saying that you can know the surrounding situation if you arrive first, so as not to be passive when you get it.

Half an hour later, three vehicles arrived at the mass grave.

The night breeze was blowing, and when he blew his fingers, he made a whining sound, as if someone was crying. Zhao Tianxi felt chills all over his body, and he couldn't stop cursing in his mouth.