Yuan Yuxiao had to look back at the few just now, but he was still chatting enthusiastically, he was stunned for a while, and had to shift his position and walk to another group of people. The number of this group is a little smaller, three people, walked in front of them and listened, all of them were local accents, it seemed that they were the bosses who came to buy goods, one of the young men, bulging in his pocket, a large stack of "great unity" was half exposed outside the pocket, Yuan Yuxiao looked at the thickness of the banknote, estimated that there were two or three thousand, and unconsciously made a grimace. The young man looked at his expression and smiled, and when he smiled, Yuan Yuxiao accosted him and said, "You are not small, you are not afraid of being robbed!" The young man didn't care, "Who robs it in broad daylight, I don't go anywhere else, in the store, here, two points and one line." This money will be changed in a while, what are you afraid of! ”

"Looks like the business is doing quite a lot!" Yuan Yuxiao thought that from the buyer's side, maybe there would be a way out, let's talk about it first.

The young man did not answer his question, but asked, "You are also here to buy goods?" ”

"Mm-hmm......" Yuan Yuxiao nodded vaguely, the young man glanced at him, and smiled again, "Why do I think you don't look like a businessman?" It's a bit like a Communist agent! ”

Yuan Yuxiao was startled, but still smiled reluctantly, "How can you see it?" ”

"I don't know, it's just a feeling, we all have our own feelings when we mix outside......"

Yuan Yuxiao didn't know what to do, so she could only smile and say, "You go and learn to look at the ......" while walking away consciously boring, feeling that the young man was still looking at him behind his back.

He didn't know what was revealing his identity, and secretly reminded himself to be more cautious.

Walking around, every pile of people seems to be difficult to join in, roughly there are fewer people selling fruits, and there are more people entering fruits, so the fruit sellers are surrounded by the groups of fruits, it is difficult to get close, and it seems that there is no point in finding fruits, and there is too much to worry about exposing yourself, which is really a bit of a sense of disappointment.

The heat of the sun was getting stronger and stronger, and beads of sweat oozed from Yuan Yuxiao's forehead. There is no cover in the freight yard, and the fruit covered with oilcloth seems to be about to ferment, and the aroma is becoming more and more steaming. Yuan Yuxiao hadn't found a breakthrough yet, and became anxious.

When he was anxious, he unintentionally caught a glimpse of Jin Daotong hugging a person to the side, he trusted Jin Daotong very much, and felt that he would have a play as soon as he made a move, so he followed from a distance, and saw that the two people were walking towards the door, and he strengthened his conjecture and slowly narrowed the distance. About seven or eight meters apart, Jin Daotong quickly turned around as if he had eyes on the back of his head, just opposite his eyes, he understood his eyes, and immediately followed with understanding, understanding that Jin Daotong had caught a fish. The two of them have been working together for so long, and they are still very telepathic.

Outside the gate, Yuan Yuxiao had already stood with Jin Daotong, and what was "fished" out by Jin Daotong was a dark and stout young man, Tuan Tuan's face was simple, Yuan Yuxiao inexplicably felt that he was like the young man in Lu Xun's novel "Hometown".

Jin Daotong patted him on the shoulder and said to "Runtu": "You see, this is also a colleague of mine, I have many colleagues who do this work, as soon as your fruit is shipped out of the station, there are cards set up by us everywhere, and our people control the wholesale market and store of your fruit, and the public unit has to withhold the tax, so if you have a tax payment certificate issued by us, it is equivalent to having a pass." And if you are withheld at the time of the transaction, you will pay taxes according to the actual transaction amount, in our case, just estimate it a little, which one do you think is better? ”

Yuan Yuxiao was accustomed to Jin Daotong's boldness and eloquence, and she was not surprised to hear his words, but she was a little worried about how to end up if she was recognized by the other party.

However, the expression and reaction of "Runtu" made him gradually settle down, obviously "Runtu" roughly believed Jin Daotong's words, or rather, he would rather believe what Jin Daotong said than take risks, which may be a certain psychology of outsiders.

It seems that Jin Daotong's first step is basically successful, Yuan Yuxiao naturally thinks about why Jin Daotong is in front again, he can only instinctively search for the answer on the face of "Runtu", and with a little attention, he has already seen that Runtu's face is a simple and honest appearance, thinking back to the man who gestured intimately with him just now, but he looked like a Jianghu oil.

It seems that "face-to-face" is also a very important effort.

No wonder some people just said that he looked like a "spy"......

He longed to look in the mirror and see where he looked like a spy.

Jin Daotong and "Runtu" had a general chat, and the two sides agreed on a tax of 800 yuan.

Although the task is no longer a thing for them now, receiving so many at once in a single transaction still has a somewhat psychological impact. Jin Daotong is a group of joy, said that there will be an inexhaustible income warehouse in the future, Yuan Yuxiao is happy and worried, saying that this task will not rise to the sky and can never come down again, Jin Daotong disagreed, said that this time and that time, the task is not set is an open secret, just do it well to the extreme, Yuan Yuxiao is right to think about it, the task indicator has never become a pressure, if there is fatigue this time, in fact, it is forced by himself.

Jin Daotong asked Yuan Yuxiao to take Runtu to the sub-bureau to make a record, and in this regard, the two have always had a very tacit cooperation. Jin Daotong has always believed that Yuan Yuxiao is good at writing work, and the transcripts are clearly organized, so this work is often given to him, and today is no exception. "I'll go home, school ends today, and you can arrange it yourself in the afternoon." Jin Daotong said.

"Great!"

Yuan Yuxiao brought Runtu back to the bureau, and after making a record, Runtu paid 800 yuan in taxes.

Over the next few days, they did the same and caught a few more big fish.

On the third day, Yuan Yuxiao received a letter from Yu Xiaolu, and at such a speed, it must be the first time to reply. Before opening the seal, Yuan Yuxiao glanced at two fingers and knew that the thin reply was only one page, which was not unexpected, and the last time he sent the crusade letter of the Daxing Guilty Master, he had already prepared for the worst.

Lazily and carefully cut the letter, and at the first glance of the title, he knew that the content would not make people happy. The title is not "Yuxiao", let alone "Xiaoxiao", but "Yuan Yuxiao", which is the first time in history.

Yuan Yuxiao:

Don't be so angry and ask for sin, I don't owe you anything. In the future, each will go his own way. Shape up or ship out.

Do not hold a wounded finger like a banner of victory.

Let's return what we gave each of us in the past. See you at half past seven next Monday night, at the Red Plum Cold Drink Shop.

It's more like a note than a letter.

He read the letter without joy or sorrow, and his heart was like a branch that had been plucked, hollow, but with some lightness, lightness, but with gloom.

At night, he searched out the things that Yu Xiaolu had given him from drawers, bookshelves, and wardrobes and put them together. He has kept these things almost intact: several "Red Little Soldiers" magazines, villain books "Ode to the Dragon River", "Shining Red Star", "Little Pony", "The Third Hand * Grenade + Bullet", "News Tree", children's literature "Sea Flower", "Sending Fish" and "Children's Story of Changbai Mountain". A stack of birthday cards, all handmade by Yu Xiaolu, some are painted and some are cut and pasted. A scented eraser that has not been used, a box of unused colored crayons, a diary with many stamps, when he was a child, he liked to collect stamps for a while, Xiaolu soaked the collected envelopes in water, carefully peeled off the stamps to dry, and after filling a book, he gave him the book together. Of course, in return, he helped her collect all kinds of candy wrappers - she used to like to collect this, and Yuan Yuxiao also used a children's novel "The Story of the Little Iron Head to Seize the Horse" and gave it to her. At this moment, he remembered that when he gave her the book full of candy wrappers, he smiled and said, "I collect stamps, I love the country, you collect candy paper, you are delicious!" She twisted her ears violently......

After everything is organized, find a large plastic bag and put it next to the pillow, then go to watch TV, coincidentally, tonight's TV turned out to be "Backlight"!

…… A long time ago—he felt like it was centuries ago—that day Xiaolu had made an appointment with him to see the movie, but they didn't go to the movie that night...... Then, the loss of contact began......

Yuan Yuxiao recalled that unforgettable night, and felt that he might have done something wrong, and he asked himself thousands of times if he would choose another approach if he had done it all over again, and in the end, the answer was always the same, he wouldn't...... Therefore, everything has come to this day is fate......

He watched the TV absentmindedly and thoughtlessly, and saw the plot as a preface and afterword, and as soon as the movie ended, he didn't have much impression of the content, just remembering that Xu Jinjin, who hadn't been on the screen for a few years, played a supporting role. After watching the film, I continued to twist and turn between the two stations, until the content of the two channels became snowflakes, and my parents had already made a loud noise, so I returned to my room with a low interest, but I didn't want to sleep, and I stayed for a long time on the plastic bag next to the pillow. Suddenly I wanted to write a letter to Mo Qing and inform him about myself and Yu Xiaolu, so I took a pen and paper, and I had a lot of ideas, but I didn't know where to write. After writing "Hello Mo Qing", I sat for a long time, and only wrote the sentence "I'm sorry, I messed things up", and then I couldn't continue, so I simply didn't write it. Sit down in bed and find something to bring up your interests. Since he was influenced by Ling Jiamin's investigation of the love letter "mystery case" at the Finance School, and watched the movie "Crime in the Sun" before the Spring Festival, he has become interested in mystery novels. There are two novels that have just been borrowed at the head of the bed, first I picked up Yokozo Masashi's "The Gate of the Labyrinth" and turned two pages, and I couldn't read a word, and then I picked up Ellery Quinn's "The Mystery of the Greek Coffin" and turned a few pages, which also tasted like chewing wax, and it seemed that nothing could attract me, which was about the so-called not flirting and not messing up. After sitting for a while, I was a little drowsy, and I simply fell down, but I didn't suffer from insomnia, and I slept until dawn in one breath.

Early the next morning, according to the rules of work in the past few days, I went directly to the train warehouse to meet. Now, they don't even go through the motions to the market.

The warehouse was still rich and lively, and when she smelled the full fragrance of fruit, Yuan Yuxiao suddenly felt a little eager to try, which had never been done before.

It seems that when all interest has disappeared and everything has become boring, it is a strange thing that the work that has always made him boring has given him a little interest.

He hopes to catch a big fish alone today.

The two of them were still separated tacitly, and Yuan Yuxiao was quite enthusiastic about making contributions today, so she found a villain nearby and plunged into it. After listening for a few minutes, he figured out the identities of the two outsiders, and he didn't want to give each other a chance to speak jargon and sign language, which would make him look stupid. Sometimes it may be better to go straight with a single knife, and besides, he is inexplicably strong today. So he smiled and hugged one of the middle-aged men with a scruffy beard, walked to the side without saying anything, walked to the side of the warehouse wall, took out the inspection card, identified himself, and directly asked the other party to show the export card.

The bearded man also smiled and said, there must be an export license, otherwise how dare you bring such a large amount of goods out.

He turned around and called to his companion, "Chunlei, take the export certificate and show it to the tax bureau!" The one named "Chunlei" responded, "The bag is placed in Ermazi, I'll go over and get it." ”

When Yuan Yuxiao heard that the name of his companion was actually the same as his father's radio, he felt that it was a good sign, and it would be very smooth today. A lot of things really need to be straightforward.

Taking advantage of the "spring thunder" to get the bag, Yuan Yuxiao asked this bearded ear to ask him to pay taxes happily, and the beard listened patiently, always smiling on his face, and gave him a cigarette, he took it and rested it on his ear.

Just thinking that the heat was almost over, he should have called Jin Daotong over, turned his face to glance over there, and sure enough, he saw Jin Daotong walking over tacitly.

When Jin Daotong was still a few meters away from him, someone behind him tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned his face, he saw a lean man standing behind him. He was not only thin, but also dark, and because of his blackness, he could not tell his age for a while, and his estimated age span could range from forty to sixty, because of the high protrusion of his cheekbones, which made his eyes look deep, and he wore a very old but clean railway uniform.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? "When Gao Gao's cheekbones speak, his deep-set eyes shine with a sharp light.