"President!"

After Qi Qian got out of the car, he swept it away, and when he saw Liao Jie and Zhang Ze's dress, he shouted at Zhang Ze very cleverly.

It can be seen that although Liao Jie is older and his demeanor is much calmer, he is dressed in a suit and really looks like a bodyguard.

And with Qi Qian's shouting of the word "president", it fell. When Zhang Ze and Liao Jie hadn't said anything, the passers-by next to them glanced over a few more times.

"Which community is this?"

"You see these two people are dressed in black, and they don't look like serious people." The passers-by next to them looked at the three of them in their dress, and they were all surprised and walked over from the side.

This is because Qi Qian and Liao Jie are too strong, and they hold up their suits so much that they are not easy to mess with at first glance, and they do look very much like people from some community organization. Let the passers-by who see it hold one less thing, it is better to have nothing to do, and all go around the road.

However, after Qi Qian saw it, he didn't mind this.

He saw his words fall at this time, and when the 'mysterious president' nodded, he turned his head to look at Liao Jie, who was about the same size as him, but he was curious, and stretched out his hand to Liao Jie and said, "Hello, my name is Qi Qian."

"Liao Jie." Liao Jie smiled and reached out to shake it.

But this grip, Qi Qian secretly used a little force because of curiosity, wanting to see how Liao Jie, who is also a reader, is different from him.

"I remember that there was a guy named Liao Jie in the chat group." Qi Qian thought in his heart, and after seeing that Liao Jie's face was still full of smiles, his hands gradually strengthened.

But for Liao Jie, not only is his skill far greater than Qi Qian, but also because he is a chef, he wields the pot every day, deboning, and the strength of his five fingers and wrists is much higher than Qi Qian.

Therefore, after Liao Jie felt the gradual increase in Qi Qian's hand, it did not have much impact, and he still maintained a friendly smile.

Of course, this is also because he saw that Qi Qian's mind had no malice, so he didn't let him see that a generation of kitchen gods not only knows how to cook, but also really does it.

But when Qi Qian saw that Liao Jie's expression still hadn't changed, he was a little curious, and he used all his strength in just a few seconds.

"Hey, it's a lot of strength." After Liao Jie felt a pain in his palm, he also shook it suddenly, just like holding a wok, frying iron sand, and his five fingers were tightly clasped.

At this moment, Qi Qian, who is not heavy on grip training, is a little unbearable.

"It hurts.."

When Qi Qian felt the feeling of his palm being held by an iron hoop, he grinned and whispered, expressing that he was admitting defeat and wanted to pull his hand out.

"Brother Qi has a lot of strength, so he usually exercises a lot." Liao Jie also smiled and let go of his palm.

"Yes, I've loved martial arts since I was a child.." After Qi Qian shook his palm, when he felt that the people in the guild were not simple, he also asked Liao Jie, "Brother Liao, are you a senior in the martial arts world?"

Since he became the coach of the martial arts gym, he has been mixed in the martial arts world for three or four years, and he knows a thing or two about some well-known seniors in the martial arts world, and he can basically recognize him when he meets.

However, although Liao Jie looked to be in his forties, Qi Qian had no impression of Liao Jie's name and appearance. Therefore, he guessed that Liao Jie might be a "reclusive master".

"With my skills, it is already difficult to find opponents in this province and city.." Qi Qian thought about it, a little curious about Liao Jie's identity.

However, Liao Jie shook his head when he heard it, and said honestly: "I'm not a master, just a chef."

"A chef?" After Qi Qian suddenly heard this answer, he laughed dryly, he didn't know how to speak, he couldn't say that he was a martial arts practitioner and was held down by a chef.

But on the other hand, he was also amazed that a cupboard in his union was far better than him, a martial arts practitioner.

"It's a nice car." At this time, Liao Jie, perhaps in order to resolve the embarrassment, also pointed to Qi Qian's luxury lane: "I didn't expect Brother Qi to be so young and promising, so he drove such a good car."

Liao Jie said, after going around this luxury car, he patted the body and exclaimed: "This car is quite sturdy, isn't it cheap?"

"It's okay, it's usually comfortable to drive." After Qi Qian heard the exclamation of the 'master Liao Jie', perhaps in order to save face, his face was silent when he answered, and he did not answer the question of the ownership of the car in his words.

However, when Zhang saw that the two were praising each other, and they were still blowing endlessly, he directly took two steps forward and opened the car door, and said to Qi Qian outside the car: "If the buyer is found, set off now."

"I've found it, President!" Qi Qian's expression was correct, and after getting into the driver's seat, he turned his head and reported to Zhang Ze: "I know this person, but he has to inspect the goods on the spot before he can give the price."

Qi Qian contacted Qi Qian last night about finding a buyer.

However, they didn't say so much on the phone, just said that there were "goods".

"I can't go into too much detail on the phone, after all, it's all kinds of high-tech equipment now, in case someone gets caught." Qi Qian also fastened his seat belt as he spoke.

"Yes." Zhang Ze nodded and motioned for Qi Qian to drive well.

However, after Qi Qian saw Zhang Ze nodding, he turned his head and asked again: "President, that person is in Fang City, a little far from here." Let's just finish trading and play there for the night. All the costs are covered by me! ”

Qi Qian said, and also made a color that all men understand, nothing more than wanting to use the "guild's time" to take the opportunity to set up the "mysterious author".

"I know of a clubhouse that has a lot of training facilities and it's not expensive, and it's cheaper to get a night. I think Brother Liao must want to go there too.." Qi Qian not only became more and more excited the more he spoke, but also hooked up with Liao Jie with words and wanted him to help him speak.

But when Zhang Ze heard Qi Qian's endless words, he directly waved his hand and interrupted: "Do you want to drive on the road, or do you want me to send you on the road."

"I want to concentrate on driving on the road.."

Qi Qian stopped talking, started the car in a slippery way, and walked along the highway towards Fang City.

The "buyer" he mentioned earlier was an antique dealer.

In the past few years, when Qi Qian didn't have a stable job, he also worked under this businessman for a while.

But this job is a bit unclean, it's about digging graves and the like.

It's no wonder that this businessman not only bought Qi Qian's firearm, but also didn't worry about their transaction being reported.

Because they have been buried together. And since Qi Qian understands firearms, they also used a lot of guns at the stage of their previous "cooperation". Therefore, when they talk about the business of firearms, they call it "goods".

However, Qi Qian has had a legitimate job in the past few years, and he rarely has contact with the businessman, so he gradually washed away these bad memories and wanted to get back on track.

At this point, Qi Qiancai felt a little tricky about firearms.

"If this hadn't happened yesterday, I guess I wouldn't have been in contact with Zhang Daming's fat man who poured dead things for the rest of my life." Along the way, Qi Qian thought in his heart, a little helpless.

But if Qi Qian had to choose again, he would still choose to be a reader.

Whew—

On the highway, the car drove all the way, and the sound of the wind outside the window blew away some of the summer heat.

"Zhang Daming doesn't know how he is doing now.." When he was about to reach Fang City, Qi Qian couldn't help but recall Zhang Daming's appearance when he looked at the toll booth at the high-speed exit in front of him.

A middle-aged antique dealer who is a little wealthy and likes to do business in his study.