Chapter 60: Pretending to Deliver Food

As soon as Mrs. Du walked on the front foot, Miao Ren Agen stood up on the back foot, stretched her waist, and sneered at her back.

I saw all this scene in my eyes, and couldn't help but shake my head secretly, saying that women are easy to be carried away by love, this sentence is really true, what to say to get the money and live in the house, I dare to guarantee that the first person to be unlucky after getting the money is Mrs. Du.

"Stupid woman, I'll keep you for the time being, and after you get the money for me, let's settle the account of your broken promise back then!" A sneer was drawn on the mouth of Miao Agen, and he stood up and strode out of the café, and when I saw this, I quickly finished the bill and secretly followed behind him.

Coming to the side of the road, Miao Agen got on a motorcycle, I ran away a little and stopped the taxi in the other direction, and when I got in the car, Miao Agen had already started the motorcycle and left.

I couldn't wait to point to the motorcycle in front of me and say to the driver, "Follow up, be careful not to be discovered!" ”

The motorcycle was speeding down the main road, but fortunately there was no traffic jam on the road at this point, and I paid attention to the route that Miao Ren Agen left, and after ten minutes, he parked the motorcycle under a dilapidated tube building.

After parking the motorcycle, Miao Agen whistled to buy cigarettes at the roadside store, I checked out the bill and hurried over, and saw him from a distance after buying cigarettes, and then whistled back to the building.

Although he walked very slowly, but I had no way to follow, the corridor in the tube building was too narrow, once I followed, he would inevitably be discovered, seeing Miao people A Gen walk into the tube building, I stopped downstairs and thought for half a minute, and went straight to the cigarette stall where he bought cigarettes.

"Boss, come to the soft cloud for me!" I handed the money to the cigarette stall, and the owner, a chubby middle-aged man with a greasy face, found the money for me and handed me the cigarette with a smile.

There was a black-and-white TV set in the cigarette stall, and Stephen Chow's comedy movie was playing, I pretended to have nothing to do, leaning on the door frame and watching TV while smoking, and I was amused from time to time, and the owner of the cigarette stall noticed it and didn't say anything.

It wasn't until the movie was over that the boss saw that I hadn't left yet, so he became alert, "Young man, why don't you leave after the movie is over?" ”

I opened the cigarette and handed it over, "Uncle, I want to ask you something." He took the cigarette and lit it naturally, leaned back in his chair with a big grin, and crossed his legs to ask me what was the matter.

Don't underestimate this kind of cigarette stall downstairs in the community, generally speaking, the downstairs cigarette stall in each community is basically a gathering place for all gossip.

I pointed to the tube building and said that the floors here are so broken, why are there still people living there?

The commissary owner didn't raise his head, "What's this?" The one next door is more broken than here, and it was said that it would be demolished the year before last, but I don't know why it didn't come down, and then I heard that it was because of a nail household on the fourth floor. ”

The tube buildings in this neighborhood were built in the last century, the facilities are simple, the roads are muddy, and every household is looking forward to the municipal government to carry out demolition and relocation, so that everyone can collectively change the living environment.

But the family on the fourth floor had to ask for two three-bedroom houses with the government and the government before they agreed to move out. Dragged around and put it aside.

The owner of the cigarette stall told me with a smile, "Now all the residents hate the family on the fourth floor, and every time someone from his family comes out to buy groceries, they will be spat in the back...... Hey! ”

I didn't dare to be interested in this kind of community gossip, and when I saw that my attention was almost shifted, I asked in a low voice, "Uncle, do you know which unit the person who came to buy cigarettes before me?" ”

"What are you asking about this?" The owner of the cigarette stall was very alert, pushed the glasses of the beer bottle, and squinted at me.

I couldn't help but be happy, and said Uncle, why are you so nervous, have you watched too many police movies? That guy is a contractor, he owes me a sum of money for the project, I didn't expect to come here to avoid debts, I wasted a long time to find out his new address, but I can't get the house number, so ......

After so many years in the society, I saw what people said, a whole set of lies were made up, and I almost came as soon as I opened my mouth, describing Miao Agen as a contractor who did all kinds of evil, and he himself became a migrant worker who owed wages and collected debts, and worked tirelessly on the construction site for half a year with a vote of brothers, but when he was looking for his salary, he disappeared.

The owner of the cigarette stall was full of sympathy for what happened to me, "Alas, brother, it's not easy for migrant workers to ask for money these days, come don't stand still, sit down and talk to me!" ”

I took the initiative to take a small Mazha to sit down, the owner of the cigarette stall smoked a cigarette, and then told me that Miao Agen moved in last month, this person is very strange, squatting at home all day without going out of the door, and not going downstairs to buy groceries or something, only around five or six o'clock in the afternoon every day, will be fixed on him to buy a pack of cigarettes, last time the owner of the cigarette stall took the initiative to talk to him, asked his brother what are you doing, but Miao Agen glared at him, and left with a sneer without saying a word.

Because of this, the owner of the cigarette stall also has a lot of opinions about him.

I hurriedly said, "Uncle, he only moved in last month, it should be a rented house, right?" "The owner of the cigarette stall said that no, almost all the local residents in our area have moved away, leaving a few dirty and dilapidated tube buildings, which are specially used to rent out to migrant workers and wage earners, and the economy has been sluggish in the past two years, and they can't rent out, alas......

The owner of the cigarette stall told me that his family lives opposite the tube building, and he basically knows all the people in this area, and the "contractor" I am looking for lives on the sixth floor of the third unit of Building A, and the upstairs and downstairs are empty, and only the one that has successfully rented out the house, and the house has long been out of gas, and the people who live in it can only rely on takeout to solve the problem of eating.

Speaking of this, the owner of the cigarette stall suddenly stood up, pointed to a little brother on the side of the road and said, "See, there is only one in the whole building to order takeout, I guess this takeaway was ordered by your black-hearted bag foreman, you can follow him up!" ”

"Thank you, uncle!"

My eyes lit up, and I left the cigarette stall and ran straight to the takeaway delivery person, who was about to go up with two boxed lunches, I patted it from behind, "Dude, is it for the sixth floor?" ”

The delivery guy asked me, how do you know? I said you don't have to send it, just give it to me.

The delivery man did not agree, "How can it be, the company has a rule that the delivery of food must be handed over to the customer in person." I immediately took out two hundred-dollar bills from my pocket, "Give you the money, and when you go back, you will say that you accidentally spilled your food while riding a motorcycle on the road, and a little thing will not affect you." ”

Although the delivery man was very confused, he still handed me the lunch box, he wanted to ask me something, I didn't give him a chance, the delivery man looked at the money in his hand, confirmed a lot of counterfeit money, although he was puzzled, he still rode the motorcycle and left, nothing happened.