With a used car in hand, you don't want anything more.

- GI used cars

"Things went through without danger, the clock still went to work every day, never asked to get off work, never committed laziness, everything in life returned to normal, and the market returned to the peace of the past. Ma Hualongshu continued to tell his story.

"Isn't that good?" I say.

"It's very good, just like that, a few months have passed, and I go out as usual every day, although I don't make much money, but my life is pretty good. Until one day, a phone call disrupted my peaceful life and calm heart again. ”

"It's still the same guys, right?" I asked guessingly.

"yes, that's what started my crazy mode."

"What did they say?" I asked.

"The call was made at noon on the first day, saying that I was going to go to the second-hand car of the soldiers in L City early the next morning, and someone would contact me at that time."

"Have you gone?"

"At first, I also refused, with the experience of the last time, although I said that I made some money, I almost put my life into it. So as soon as I heard that they were looking for me, I refused. But my arms can't twist my thighs, and if I don't do what they say, they will reveal what happened to me last time to the police, and even threaten me with Peng Peng's safety. I had no choice but to do what they asked me to do. ”

"What happened next?" Ma Hualong asked impatiently before me.

"Early the next morning, at the pre-agreed time, I came to what they called the Daibing second-hand car trading market. An empty yard located on the outskirts of the city, with a barbed wire gate ajar, and a couplet on both sides of the iron gate looks like an advertisement - second-hand car in hand, you don't want anything else! Through the iron gate, you can see several cars parked in the yard, and you can see at a glance that there are Passat, Camry, Corolla, Civic, Santana, Jetta, Palo, etc., and several pickup trucks are basically Toyota, Nissan and other Japanese cars, but none of them have license plates. Inside the door was a young man who looked to be twenty-one or twelve years old, not tall but stocky, with a round head and a round face, dark skin, and an exaggeratedly large gold chain around his neck. ”

"'What for?' Seeing me parked in front of the iron gate, the big gold chain came to interrogate me with a black face. ”

"'Yesterday your people called and told me to come here at this point today.' I briefly explained to him why. ”

"'Your name is Ma Jiaju?' The big gold chain is discreet. ”

"'Yes, yes, that's me.'" ”

The big gold chain didn't say anything more, and opened the door. I got in the car and drove in, and I saw a house with an open door in the middle of a row of bungalows, a person on each side of the doorway, and a person on the left standing against the wall, curly hair, smoking. The one on the right, Kill Matt, is sitting, reading a comic book, and the two of them are chatting without a word, only looking at the mouth movement, and neither of them looks at the other. ”

"'Santana, one point eight oil.' Curly saw me get out of the car and looked at me, knocked on the engine compartment on the front of the car and said, 'Seventy percent new.' ’”

"'I'm not here to sell cars, your guys called me yesterday.'" I hastened to explain. ”

"As he was talking, a person came out of the room, not tall, very thin, with a high nose bridge, deep sunken eye sockets, as if he hadn't woken up, and suddenly looked like a big smoker, it turned out to be the thin man from last time."

"'You're coming.' The thin man looked at me and said, 'It's punctual.' ’”

"'How dare I not be punctual in what you have to do.' I smiled at him. ”

"'Ha-,' the thin man yawned heavily, 'Jiaju, Jiaju is a good comrade. Come, come, come into the house. So saying, he dragged me into the house. ”

"'I have a bag of things here and I need you to help me send them to Z City Cullinan Entertainment City, when you get there, you park your car in the private parking space facing the entrance of the entertainment city, put the things in the green dustbin behind the parking space, you leave, and return to the dustbin half an hour later to pick up the bag and leave.'" The thin man had a serious face when he spoke, "Don't look at the contents of the bag, when you come back, there is your payment in the bag." ’”

"'How do I get there?' What path to take? I didn't feel like a good job, and instinctively wanted to resist. ”

"'You understand. ' The thin man looked at me gloomily and smiled and continued, 'Do you understand? The thin man looked at me and patted me on the shoulder. ”

I nodded, knowing that I was going to take the trail. The package was placed in the trunk and drove away from the GI second-hand parking lot. ”