Hans and Baumann were waiting in the restaurant early, but when Tang Cheng appeared, it was already close to lunch, and he forced down the annoyance that was not enough in his heart, and in the office behind the restaurant, Hans, as the host, introduced Baumann from Germany to Tang Cheng. "Hans, do me a favor, help me get rid of these things, and preferably help me convert the money I get into dollars or pounds." Tang Cheng didn't care about Bowman's presence at all, and directly handed the small suitcase he brought to Hans.

Hans opened the suitcase and took a look, the contents of which he had seen all the night before, from Henry's safe. "No problem, I can help you, but according to the rules of the black market, after the sale, I will charge 20% of the handling fee." Hans had long since put out his plans to be friends with Tang Cheng, and since he couldn't be friends, he had to get along with Tang Cheng with a businesslike attitude.

He didn't seem to see anything out of line with Hans's attitude of charging fees, Tang Cheng just shrugged his shoulders at Hans and stretched out his right hand. "Okay, I'll give you a 20% handling fee, but you have to pay the unpacking fee that you promised me last night. You're the big boss, I'm just a small citizen waiting for rice to be cooked, you can't rely on my account!" Bowman didn't participate in last night's operation, so Bowman couldn't understand what Tang Cheng said about the unpacking fee at the moment.

Hans was helpless, it was inconvenient for Bowman to know about Henry's affairs at all, so he could only squeeze out a smile at Tang Cheng, saying that he could not charge Tang Cheng's handling fee this time. Tang Cheng and Tang Cheng spoke very quickly, and Bowman, who was not very proficient in Chinese, had not yet figured out what was going on, and there was a tacit agreement between Hans and Tang Cheng, and among the three, only Bowman was the one who was kept in the dark.

In desperation, Bowman and Hans spoke German, and Tang Cheng became an incomprehensible person. "Hey, I'll say two, can you speak in a language I can understand!" Tang Cheng, who was anxious on the side, rolled his eyes, his face was full of impatience, and he did not hide his dissatisfaction in the slightest. Hans and the two looked at each other, and finally couldn't help but grin, especially Bowman, who laughed even louder, saying that he was not like this just now.

Under Tang Cheng's impatient protest, Hans and Bowman had to turn to English and briefly talk to Bowman about the events of the previous night, and the latter's interest in Tang Cheng became stronger and stronger. "Don, can you tell me how you got rid of Henry's men last night? As far as I know, there are at least four veterans among Henry's men, and those people are not easy to deal with. There was a hint of doubt in Bowman's voice, and Hans, who was also skeptical, also landed the thread on Tang Cheng.

"Quite simply, I have been practicing martial arts, also known as Chinese kung fu, since I was a child. The veterans you are talking about, they are only powerful on the battlefield, and outside the battlefield, they are like this, I can beat ten of them alone. Tang Cheng smiled and shrugged his shoulders, as if to confirm his statement, Tang Cheng waved his hand and picked up an empty wine bottle from the wall, and his right hand formed a palm into a palm and slashed it hard, and in the eyes of Hans and Bowman, the top half of the empty wine bottle was smashed by Tang Cheng.

"This bottle is not strong, when I usually practice boxing, I use green bricks!" Tang Cheng ignored the stupid appearance of Hans and Bowman's wide open mouths, and just threw the remaining half of the wine bottle back into the corner, and said without the slightest joy on his face. Splitting bricks with one palm, this can be done by any veteran in the barracks of later generations. It's just that in the current era, this kind of operation is a little shocking, especially Tang Cheng's age is not a few years older than middle school students. After repeatedly seeing Tang Cheng's palm without any scars, the look of surprise in Bao Man's eyes became even thicker, but he didn't believe Tang Cheng's statement that he had practiced martial arts since childhood.

After barely prevaricating a few words, Tang Cheng immediately looked at Hans, "Tell me, why did you call me here!" First of all, I can help you, but I want to collect money, who told me that I am a poor bastard now!" Tang Cheng is not stupid, when Hans told him to come to the restaurant last night, Tang Cheng had already expected it in his heart, and seeing Hans's eyes flickering at this moment, Tang Cheng knew that this product must have something to help himself.

Sure enough, as Tang Cheng expected, Hans did not give up his previous decision because Tang Cheng wanted money for his death. "Don, I came to you, I really need your help. I told you last night that Henry has a list of my interests. Because of your help, this list is already in my hands, but you also know that my people are not good at using force, so I need your help!" Hans's words were a little stumbling, but Tang Cheng had already stopped understanding the meaning.

"Don, let's be clear, I need you to help me clean up a few people like you did last night! The specific actions are the same as last night, and the relevant intelligence and aftermath will be collected and processed by my side, and the specific actions will be carried out by you. If you promise to help us, find something on the spot, we're half a family!" Hans did not shy away from the fact that Bowman was still here, and said his request, and seeing that Tang Cheng's expression was a little hesitant, he added the last sentence.

Hans finally said that the things found at the scene were half of the family, Tang Cheng naturally understood what the other party meant, but after thinking about it for a while, Tang Cheng stretched out a finger to Hans. "Hans, it's better to do this, you provide relevant information and identify targets, and I'll help you kill them, and you can give me a thousand dollars for each target. Since it's business, let's just order, and every time we kill a target, we will settle the account once, and we won't drag the mud and water, which is the best. ”

Tang Cheng made such a request, Hans naturally understood that Tang Cheng didn't want to have too much to do with him, and after thinking about it carefully, Tang Cheng's suggestion seemed to be quite good. "No problem, a thousand dollars a goal, but in this case, you will lose money." As he spoke, Hans took out a few photographs from a drawer, and the first one that was pushed to Tang Cheng's hand was a fat white man. "This man's name is Willy, he runs a restaurant in the French Concession, and his wife is said to have a diamond necklace worth at least three thousand dollars..."

When Hans said three thousand dollars, he suddenly stopped talking, and immediately used the corner of his eye to pay attention to Tang Cheng's expression and reaction. It's just a pity that the expression on Tang Cheng's face is the same as just now, and Hans didn't notice any fluctuations. Bowman, who also paid attention to Tang Cheng's expression, secretly said to himself that Tang Cheng was still desperate for money just now, but when he heard three thousand dollars, the expression on his face did not fluctuate in the slightest, and Bowman didn't know whether Tang Cheng didn't care about three thousand dollars or didn't know how much purchasing power three thousand dollars had at all.

"Hans, it's useless to say that, I'll just take the one I should take. Since we've already agreed on $1,000 per person, let's do it at this price, even if the diamond necklace is worth $10,000, I won't take a second look. Tang Cheng, who saw through Hans's intentions, winked at the other party and smiled. I know that you Westerners value the spirit of contract, and we Chinese are not bad, and in the eyes of us Chinese, Xinyi and your so-called spirit of contract are the same. ”

There were a total of five photos that Hans took out, and Tang Cheng didn't need to understand why these people became Hans's targets, but just wrote the names and addresses of the targets on the back of their respective photos according to what Hans told them. Confirming that the target figures in these photographs were all in the French Concession, Tang Cheng asked Hans for a map of the French Concession, looked down for a while, and then used a pencil to write and draw on the map. After a while, Tang Cheng slowly raised his head and made his request to Hans.

"It's not very difficult, but I need you to prepare a car and a driver, and this driver must follow my command. In addition, I need you to help me prepare a Japanese Type 38 rifle and 20 rounds of ammunition, and it would be nice if I could get some of the makeup oil paint used by some movie actors. Tang Cheng naturally had his own ideas when he made these requests, but he didn't need to explain too much to Hans.

"The car is useless, I can be your driver, absolutely obey your command. It's just that the Japanese-style 38 rifle you just mentioned is a bit difficult to do, and you can get it if you get it, but it takes time. Makeup and oil paint are simple, give me an hour, and I can get you a lot of them. Bowman, who had been playing the role of passerby A, suddenly interjected, but Hans, who took the initiative to ask Tang Cheng for help, did not say anything to stop Bowman's intervention.

I've known you're in this together! Bowman's interjection didn't surprise Tang Cheng, but he didn't expect that this person named Bowman would be able to endure until now to speak. "If the rifle is in trouble, forget it, I don't mind using other models of rifles, as long as there is no problem with the sedan and the paint." Tang Cheng did not object to Bowman acting as his driver, and Tang City would not let Bowman really participate in the operation anyway.

Tang Cheng's joy made Hans happy, and he immediately picked up the phone on the table, called his subordinates, and assigned the task. "Okay, the sedan and the paint, you can get it ready after lunch. The Japanese 38 rifle is a bit of a hassle, but my man says you can get two before dark. Hans, who hung up the phone, smiled at Tang Cheng, with a deep sense of pride in his eyes.

"Okay! Then I'm not going anywhere today, so I'll stay with you. You ask your people to keep an eye on these targets in the photo, if the guns and bullets can be delivered before dark, maybe tonight, I can help you clear these targets, I hope you get your money ready in advance, I don't like to owe money!" Hearing Hans say this, Tang Cheng was not polite, and shouted that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and asked Hans to cook for himself first.