Under the stunned gaze of Cha Dajun and Izumo, Hu 18 opened the lid of the garbage truck and pulled it inside. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The moment the car lid opened, a rancid smell rushed towards him, and Izumo, who was already physically exhausted, suddenly regained his energy and hid far away.

Cha Dajun also took a few steps back and wrinkled his nose.

Call! Hu Shibachi pulled for a few minutes, raised his head violently, ran to the side, breathed greedily, carried a rag in his hand, and his black face full of stubble was full of excited expressions.

"See, no." Hu 18 picked up the rags in his hand and stretched them out in front of Izumo and Cha Dajun.

Izumo covered his nose and retreated far away, and Cha Dajun frowned and turned his head in disgust.

"You all know this cloth." Hu Shibai grinned with yellow teeth, not disgusted with the rancid smell of rags, and said with a smile, "This is the clothes that Lu wore back then." ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to find Lu directly, what's the use of finding clothes?" Izumo said politely.

"At least I know that Lu has sucked enough blood, has recovered his body, faded the smell of corpses, and his IQ has also recovered, and he knows to throw away his old clothes for fear of being found." Hu Eighteen said to Izumo.

"It's not so easy to integrate into modern society, someone must have found him before us." Cha Dajun puffed out a cigarette, diluting the rancid smell in front of him.

"Where are we going now?" Hu Eighteen has exhausted all means.

"Go and ask which piece this garbage truck is responsible for, go over and have a look." Cha Dajun came up with a solution.

"At this point, everyone is coming home from work, let's have a meal around here and rest before coming over." Izumo was already hungry, so he put up an awning with his hands and looked around.

The riverside is a residential area, and the façade room outside is a small restaurant in addition to the fruit stand, and the three old men picked the cleanest decoration and walked in.

The three old men sat on the chair with a sore back, sighed for a long time, and drank three glasses of water in a row.

"I've done all the work I've done last year." Izumo groaned as he knocked on his sore calf.

Zha Dajun and Hu Shibai each drank a big sip of water, rolled their eyes and gave the clouds, this old guy has become more and more lazy over the years.

After eating and drinking, the two old men fell asleep on the table, Izumo looked at the greasy tabletop, stopped his back in disgust, closed his eyes slightly, and sat up.

"Hey, hey, uncle." Izumo, who had just sat down, was woken up by a whisper from his boss.

"Something?" Izumo looked at the boss with a strange expression.

"Uncle, are these two people okay?" The boss pointed to Cha Dajun and Eighteen who were lying on the opposite side and said.

"You're doing well, what's wrong?" Izumo looked confused.

"On this hot day, I'm afraid that the uncles will suffer from heat stroke, you better call them up, our small business, I panic when I see it." The boss said nervously.

Izumo glanced at the boss obliquely, "It's okay, they just walked all morning, tired, lie here and rest." ”

The boss stood aside, pisting his mouth, frowning, and said hurriedly: "Then I have to go home and rest, in case something happens to me, I can't tell if I have a mouth." ”

The boss saw that Boss Yun was unhappy, and said, "Uncle, you call them up, I won't charge you for food, okay?" ”

"I don't want to come to this little restaurant of yours!" Izumo's face turned red and he clattered the table, waking up the two old men.

"Why? Old thing, let people not sleep! Hu Shiba's sleeping Zhengxiang was woken up by a sudden tremor, and when he saw Izumo kicking the table, he scolded.

"What's the matter?" Izumo pointed to the boss standing next to him, "The boss is afraid that you will die here, so let's go!" ”

"No, uncle, it's so hot this day, you go home to sleep, I'm doing business, it's not appropriate for you to sleep with me." The boss looked worried, for fear that the old man who kicked the table would scare the two sleeping to death.

Hu Shibai and Zha Dajun saw that the people at the table next to them were looking at them, their old faces turned red, and they fell asleep in a daze.

Zha Dajun took out his wallet and asked, "How much?" ”

"The boss said no money!"

The boss just wanted to reach out and borrow money, but Izumo spoke, "The boss said, don't want money." ”

Cha Dajun's hand holding the money suddenly retracted, and asked in disbelief: "Really?" ”

The boss stood awkwardly, rubbing his hands, not wanting to say yes, and not saying no.

"Or you can sleep again." Izumo proposed.

"I really don't charge money." The boss hurriedly said, these days, who dares to talk to the elderly, lie down in front of you without saying a word, and easily bankrupt you.

The three old men yawned and walked out of the hotel.

"It's better in the city, the elderly don't have to pay for food." Hu Shibai said with a smile.

"What's good? People look at the old parts of the two of you, who dares to entertain you. Izumo retorted.

"Why are you sitting there if you don't sleep after eating? Okay now, the sun is so big outside, what should I do if I really get a heat stroke? Cha Dajun said dissatisfiedly.

"Alright, alright." Izumo wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I'll invite you to tea." ”

"Where are you going to drink?" Hu 18 asked, "Where is there a place to drink tea around here?" ”

"Who said to drink here, it's still early anyway, go to the champion building, and talk to the boss by the way." Izumo stood at the intersection waiting for a taxi.

Zha Dajun and Hu Shibai thought that the Zhuangyuan Building was indeed a place to go, and Izumo was rarely willing to have a treat, so the two stopped complaining and stood behind Izumo and waited for the car together.

The three old men came to the Zhuangyuan Building, the waiter was dozing at the bar, and there were no customers in the store.

Izumo knocked on the bar and woke up the waiter.

The waiter wiped his saliva and raised his head, uncle, the chef hasn't come yet, only tea, what kind of tea do you drink?

Bring up your best tea. Izumo said magnanimously, where is your private room?

Oh, and the private room is upstairs.

Looking at this fashionably dressed old man, he should be a rich man, and the waiter came out of the bar and brought the three old men into the private room on the second floor.

The three old men sat loosely at a table that could accommodate ten people.

Call your boss, I'm going to collect some dry goods. Izumo sat down in front of the air conditioner, pulled out a comb, and combed his somewhat disheveled silver hair.

No wonder it looks extraordinary, it turns out to be an insider. The waiter was more respectful.

How dark do you want dry goods?

Izumo's eyes widened, do you have any eyesight? When did Lao Tzu come out to buy things, when did he say to the code!

Yes, yes, yes, it's me who can't entertain well, our boss will be here in a while, you drink tea first.

The waiter smiled and poured tea for the three old men and withdrew.

In this industry, the older you are, the more you can't mess with them, people are old and fine, not to mention these old men who have been dealing with ghosts for most of their lives, if they want to rectify people, the means are endless, and in this era, many things are almost lost, and every old man is a noble existence like a heritage in the industry.

Today, I sent three old men to the door at a time, and if I can have a good relationship with them, my reputation in the industry will inevitably rise in the future.