"Wang Dalang, take a step to speak?"

"Uh...... Good. ”

Listening to the other party's straight and round central official words, Wang Jiao felt a little pressured for no reason, after all, the other party seemed to be very formal and tall.

After the crossing, he still didn't know what the hinterland of China looked like.

Especially after seeing the strange hybrid sailboats and rail transit, he felt that this Tang Dynasty, which had been changed by the predecessors of the lack of virtue traverser, was simply magical.

Right now, although the guy opposite is wearing a long shirt, he is clean and neat, all of them are silk with excellent texture, and the textured clothing is naturally "antique" in his eyes.

There is a jade pendant hanging on the belt, and a hair on the head, which is very reasonable, but there is a pistol hanging next to the jade pendant...... What does this mean?

He was definitely not afraid that the guy in front of him would suddenly give him a shot, so he followed over to chat.

"Wang Dalang, please."

The waiting room at the west gate of the First Engineering School has been cleared, and the idlers are waiting outside, Lan Caishi smiled and said to Wang Jiao with a friendly smile, "This time I came a little abruptly, but it was also for a business." ”

"Secretary Lan, I'm just a little security guard, where will I do business. I used to kill fish at the dock for a living. ”

Wang Jiao, who looked honest and honest, said extremely sincerely, and in the eyes of Lan Caishi, he naturally felt that this trip was really right, if it was a little late, maybe someone else would take the lead.

A story novel like the Legend of Love, although it is not elegant, but the sales are good, especially it is easy to sell a "wind collection money" in Fengyue places.

The so-called "wind collection money" is some serious brothels or entertainment clubs, and they have taken the erotic legend and specially invited to adapt it.

Or a storyteller comes to the story, or fans gather to perform on stage, in short, it is an excellent pastime for old prostitutes who have money and nowhere to go.

When Lan Caishi was still in his hometown in Guangxi, he just studied hard, and since he came out, he knew that the outside world was really wonderful.

Later, after working as a private secretary for Tortoise Meng, I realized more and more that it was not only wonderful, but also colorful black ......

He's only twenty-five, and he's not yet in his prime.

"Wang Dalang, I heard that the author of "The Gatekeeper Qin Dalang" is 'Mr. Nanhaijiao'...... Do you know? ”

"Huh? Secretary Lan is talking about the slut who has sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet, doesn't give money after eating, and has no debts and hides in Shanbei from time to time to come to the dock to steal things? ”

“……”

Leng Buding was stimulated by Wang Jiao's long list, and Lan Caishi's face shook: "This ...... Wang Dalang, are you sure you are talking about 'Mr. Nanhaijiao'? ”

"He writes flesh and paper, and he steals all my pen and paper! I caught him and beat him badly, and then he said, "I wrote something and sold it to pay off my debts!" I took it, but I sold it for a hundred yuan and I didn't see anyone! He also stole the ham from the stall! Secretary Lan, why did I come to the First Engineering School to die now? Isn't it because the stall can't do it anymore......"

Listening to Wang Jiao's description, the feeling "Mr. Nanhaijiao" is a scum who is abducted and stolen everywhere?

And it's hard to say that he is a bad gambler, that is, he still has the ability to dance and write ink in order to make a living.

The image of "Mr. Nanhaijiao" in his mind suddenly stood up, this is an obscene and obscene, immoral but talented scumbag.

"Can you get in touch with him?"

"I'm also looking for him, Secretary Lan, this ham stolen from the street is very expensive, anyway, I feel that unless I work in the First Engineering School for a year, and then add the money from selling papers, maybe I can pay off the debt. I'll take his mother's, if you dare to take the lead in this street, I'll cut him into barbecued pork, I'll take ......"

“……”

Lan Caishi was speechless, thinking about finding "Mr. Nanhaijiao" from Wang Jiao, probably no drama. This Wang Jiao looks like a street gangster, and if he finds "Mr. Nanhaijiao", he may also be entangled.

"But the day before yesterday he stuffed the new meat on the docks, and I'm really going to sell it again. I still have a conscience in this street fight, otherwise I will curse him to death. ”

The scolding Wang Jiao seemed to hate "Mr. Nanhaijiao" very much, but Lan Caishi immediately grasped a key point, that "Mr. Nanhaijiao" didn't seem to intend to repay the debt, but planned to write an article to sell it for money, and then settle the account.

"He still writes an article?"

"If you don't dare to write, I'll kill him!"

“……”

Lan Caishi shook his head suddenly, Wang Jiao, a street turtle, is really boring to communicate.

It's still a bad old man like Tortoise Meng, who likes prostitution and likes prostitution, and he is reasonable when he speaks.

And the horn in front of him looks like he was uneducated when he was a child, uneducated and unqualified.

"Wang Dalang, how about discussing something?"

"Uh...... Secretary Lan, you say. ”

"If you can meet 'Mr. Nanhaijiao' next time, you can tell him that the text is well written, and you can come to Jinju Book House to talk in detail."

"Wow, Secretary Lan, can this meat on the street sell for a lot of money? Although I haven't read a book, I've heard that the books in Jinju Book House can sell for a lot of money! Can this thing written on the street be sold for 500 yuan?! ”

"Five...... Five hundred ......"

Looking at Wang Jiao's warm eyes, Lan Caishi thought that he was going to earn two thousand, and as soon as you opened your mouth, it was five hundred, isn't your heart a little big.

Now Lan Caishi is also a little hesitant, originally he thought that as long as he could meet, with his status as a private secretary to Tortoise Meng, it would be easy to send the author of "Concierge Qin Dalang" for a hundred yuan.

As a result, the problem is more troublesome now, not only can I not see people, but also separated by a person, and the most important thing is that this middleman has made it clear that his quality is low and he is not educated, and it is useless to play the communication of the cloud and mountain fog cover.

Even if he brings up any identity to intimidate, the other party was originally fooling around at the bottom of the street, no matter how bad it is, how rotten can it be?

"Secretary Lan, isn't there five hundred? Jin Ju Book House! ”

Wang Jiao raised his voice, and then his eyes showed disgust without concealing it, obviously looking like the dignified Jin Ju Study.

was despised by a turtle, how could Lan Caishi endure it, and immediately said: "How can you talk about the matter of five hundred yuan?" Originally, I came here this time to find 'Mr. Nanhaijiao' and then buy it out for 800 yuan, but now that I can't get in touch, I can only say ......"

"Don't say it again, Secretary Lan! Eight hundred! I don't have 800 yuan to sell the hair, so give me 800 yuan, just give it to me. He owes me money, and if I take your money, won't it be paid off? ”

“……”

Resisting the urge to shoot Wang Jiao, Lan Caishi thought about it, and felt that what he said seemed to make some sense, after all, this was his private work, not the real business of Jin Ju Bookstore, so he asked: "How much does 'Mr. Nanhaijiao' owe you?" ”

But seeing Wang Jiao's eyes, he smiled, rubbed his hands, nodded and looked at Lan Caishi: "More than 100,000." ”

“……”

Lan Caishi couldn't help but put his hand on the handcuff.