I grinded for a while before Liang Hai agreed to meet me.

This place was chosen in the most lively Nine Days Square.

The farther I walked into the city, the more people there were, and the speed of the car gradually slowed down, and passers-by avoided it while pointing at me.

I just thought that the color of this car was too eye-catching, and I didn't think about anything else.

I waited on the side of the road for a while before Liang Hai's figure appeared.

I hurriedly strode up, Liang Hai looked at me, and then at the car.

"Oh, I said why didn't there be any movement, co-authoring Boss Chen is making a fortune."

I was ready for this kind of cynicism, and I laughed dryly: "The borrowed car will be returned in a while."

Liang Haiyi raised his hand and pointed to the car with his handbag: "Don't be funny, do you know how much this car costs?" Can you borrow it casually?"

For more than 20 years, I have always struggled to make ends meet, and my car and house are too far away for me.

The perception of the car only stays at the height and size.

Now that I am asked by Liang Hai, I will inevitably get angry.

Liang Hai laughed: "You always know this three-pronged star logo, right?"

He slammed the front hood: "This thing is called Big G, and it can't be done without a few millions."

My mom.

This really shocked me, millions?

If I knew how much it cost, I wouldn't be afraid to drive it.

He glanced down, and his tone raised slightly, "Huh? Yueminglou's car?"

"Did you really borrow it?"

"Really!"

Liang Hai lifted his glasses: "What is the relationship between you and the boss of Yueming Tower?"

He wondered, and I wondered, how did he know Peaches's car?

I hesitated for a moment, but didn't answer directly, "Let's get down to business."

"Okay, get in the car and talk."

"Let's not talk about going to the teahouse to sit ......."

Liang Hai waved his hand: "It's okay, it's the same everywhere."

This sudden change of attitude surprised me.

I guess it's probably something to do with peaches.

When I was in the car, Liang Hai smiled and talked to me about my parents' shortcomings, and that attitude was a 180-degree turn.

As for the old work, not only will they give me all of them, but they will also give me a few more great jobs.

I became more and more convinced that his attitude must have something to do with Peaches.

Finally, he pulled out a stack of files from his handbag.

"Now there is indeed a tricky trouble, the boss from other places wants to build a building in Monan, but he has not been able to build it."

Liang Hai sighed lightly: "Someone took over this job before, but all of them collapsed, everyone who went there seemed to be missing, and there is no one available now."

"If you have an idea, why don't you try?"

I looked at the brown paper bag and smiled, "What do you say about the price?"

"Let's double the previous price, about 50,000 yuan."

It's not too expensive, but it's enough for me.

I just took the paper bag and said, "I took it."

Liang Hai shook his hands and sighed heavily: "You have such a big name now, and you are willing to lend me such a small job, I, Liang Hai, thank you."

Good guys, businessmen are businessmen.

When there is no benefit, the nose is looking up, and when you can make money for him, the one who laughs is called an amiable one.

It's okay this way, everyone makes their own money, doesn't mix other feelings, and it won't be troublesome to calculate accounts in the future.

After Liang Hai left, I sat in the car and opened the file bag.

The place marked here is the old market in the south of the city.

I have to say that he has done a good job in intelligence work, from the late Qing Dynasty to the present, there have been records of major events that have occurred in the old market.

However, when I look closely, I can't help but feel disappointed.

It seems to be very comprehensive, but in fact it is more like a running account, in which there are very few useful things.

After reading it several times, I finally found a relatively useful paragraph in a row of small print.

The original text is that the old market is called called the small vegetable market.

These words may seem unremarkable, but I feel that the key to breaking the game is hidden in them.

A place that can be called a vegetable market must bear two responsibilities at the same time.

One is to sell vegetables, and the other is to cut off heads.

But there is not even a source on this text, and it is not known whether it is true or not.

I put my seatbelt back on and turned around and headed straight for the old market.