Xiao Jinglin handed over the box of red bean cakes in his arms, carefully advised the precautions, and then handed a pile of 10,000 US dollars to Ma Danxi, "We will look for you again if necessary, please help us keep it secret." ”

Ma Danxi glanced at the pile of brand-new dollars, and was a little surprised in his eyes, but he still carefully put away the red bean cake first, and then took the money.

"That gentleman has explained, I know what to do, and I will definitely do it!"

The other party made a generous move and helped her child cure malaria, and now this person has given a lot of money, just to do a small thing, of course she can do it!

And just let her sell the red bean cake to the other party when she sees the target person coming, which is not difficult to do at all.

The other party has also repeatedly explained that this red bean cake is not poisonous and will not kill people.

Ma Danxi left with the basket on his back, Xiao Jinglin raised the window, and in the driver's seat, Xiao Qi didn't drive, waiting quietly.

They all knew that this was the first time in twenty years that the boss had been so close to Madame.

I'm afraid no one can understand his mood at the moment, between the two of them, there is only one town apart, or even just an hour's drive, but in between, there seems to be a heavy mountain barrier.

The car waited in the middle of the night like that, and confirmed that Wu Kun was the person Jin Ge wanted to connect, and Xiao Jiu and Feng Yang could only abandon the original plan and arrest people in various ambush strongholds in the territory.

At dawn, Wu Kun's car slowly drove into the town, and this time he encountered an ambush by a small team on the border side, and two of them broke in two, and even his arm was a little bruised.

Sitting in the passenger seat, he glanced at the entrance to the town, where a few small trains and a dilapidated van were parked under the trees beside him.

The black windows of the van were covered with dust, and a painting of dust was painted on the glass of the butt of the car.

It's not very pretty, it's a simple snowy wooden house, with a plum blossom sticking out of the roof, and a small lantern hanging on the plum blossom branch.

Wu Kun's eyes looked over, it was the painting on the butt of the car, and when he saw the direction of the lantern tassel floating towards the town, he knew that the other party's people had entered the town.

Wu Kun told the driver to go to the pastry shop he frequented, which sells pastries such as glutinous rice cakes, fried tofu, and shredded papaya, as well as glutinous rice soup, noodles, fried dumplings, and so on.

Several people were wounded, and they ran around all night, driving for ten hours in a row, and everyone's faces were full of fatigue and vigilance.

The others ordered breakfast and curry and rice, and sat down on the small table next to them to eat them.

When Wu Kun got out of the car, he took the insulated bag in the car, the winter in the town is much colder than outside, and many pastries on the pastry shop are still hot.

He glanced at the silver-black lantern earrings on the boss's ears, handed over the insulated bag in his hand, pointed to a few glutinous rice cakes and red bean dumplings, and asked the proprietress to put them in the bag.

The proprietress glanced at the insulated bag in her hand, looked at Wu Kun's hey face, quickly put the prepared red bean cake underneath, and turned around to pack the zongzi pastry according to his instructions.

After paying the bill, Wu Kun ordered the noodle soup and fried tofu were delivered, and he put the bag on the ground casually and quickly solved the breakfast.

The man on the side had already finished eating, pretending to be curious to look through the pastries he had packed for the woman in the villa, and joked with Wu Kun: "Every time I come back, I bring her food, you are really closer than her own brother!" ”

Wu Kun tugged at the corners of his mouth, didn't say much, wiped his mouth and stood up to seal the insulated bag.