When I saw the machine flashing with the signal light, it was not my own,

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief again.

Brother Nan picked up the phone and looked at it, his brows furrowed, revealing a long-lost smile.

"Brother Nan, what's the situation?"

Ah Hu couldn't help but ask for the curious crowd.

Brother Nan temporarily dispelled the doubts in his heart, and his eyes swept over everyone one by one:

"A friend in the rivers and lakes reported to me that a batch of flour worth 20 million was about to be traded."

"If we can get it over, the average score is four or five million per person!"

"The most important thing is that this batch of goods itself is snatched, and they will never dare to speak up if we eat black and black, it depends on whether you are brave enough."

Before he finished speaking, everyone at the scene breathed heavily.

"Four or five million, how many lifetimes do you have to work in your hometown to earn it?"

Nerve's eyes were red, and the first one jumped out and said excitedly:

"Brother Nan, I'm so poor that I don't have anything, so I only have guts left, damn it!"

Ah Fu's eyes were hideous, and he said with a little excitement:

"People die in the sky, they don't die for thousands of years, as long as they succeed once, they can retire and become a rich man directly!"

In the early nineties, the average monthly salary of domestic workers was only about 100, and the 500 grade was already considered a high-wage class.

Didn't they take the risk of stealing just to make a big deal?

Anyway, it's all robbing, what's the difference between who is robbing?

The most important thing is the figure of 20 million, which is too tempting.

Gao Qiu also muttered:

"Gotta do it! I don't want the epitaph to be engraved in the future, 'This man died for nothing'! ”

Ah Guang squeezed the black star pistol in his hand fiercely, and directly put aside the cruel words:

"Brother Nan, we have a bad life, isn't coming to Hong Kong Island to gamble a windfall?

I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid that after death, I won't even have a straw mat shroud! ”

Brother Nan regained his composure and looked at the silent second master:

"Hu, what do you say?"

Ah Hu squeezed out the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up and said:

"Since everyone is fine, let's fuck it!"

Brother Nan nodded happily, and finally concluded:

"When the time comes, the old rule, Ah Fu, you look at the wind outside, and notify everyone when there is a situation.

You pick up in the car, and the others are in place..."

"After this success, everyone will gather here, I have prepared a boat, and I will leave the Xiangjiang River to avoid the limelight first..."

......

In the dance hall, Du Sheng was also in a happy mood.

Because he's got roughly the information he wants.

Even the inside story of 'dirty work' is set out in Mo Jiaqi's intermittent words after being drunk.

At that time, as long as it is combined with the information collected by Liangkun and Fang Sir, the clues will definitely be clear enough.

Sure enough, women are the easiest to take advantage of when their hearts are frustrated.

What's more, Mo Jiaqi was still hit by a double blow from her relatives and marriage.

Especially the latter, with the sloppy man Da Fei as a reference, his image is definitely much taller in Mo Jiaqi's eyes.

Not to mention that she still has a special cleanliness fetish in her heart.

Otherwise, how could you deny the first few macho men arranged by Liangkun to love this one?

Of course, despite some advantages, Du Sheng is not yet ready to relax.

Only by working hard to subdue Mo Jiaqi can his career and mission progress be guaranteed.

'Tsk, isn't this a double win!' ’

Du Sheng never felt that it was a shame to borrow a woman to take the position.

Let women appreciate their own skills, how can outsiders be qualified to point fingers.

And don't look at this bowl of rice is inconspicuous, but it is also a technical job.

At the very least, you have to be thick-skinned, sweet-mouthed, and underneath... Not everyone can do it.

"Sister Qi, you can't drink like this anymore, let's eat something to cushion your stomach."

Du Sheng directly proved his specialty in eating this bowl of rice with his actions, and went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of hot clear soup noodles.

Mo Jiaqi hadn't eaten well and slept well in the past few days, and she was a little drunk when she had a free drink, so she happily took it and tasted it, and then her beautiful eyes lit up:

"I didn't expect you to have this kind of ability, Ah Sheng, it's so good... There will be a blessing in the future. ”

"Sister Qi likes it, and I will change my tricks for you to eat in the future."

Although Du Sheng's face is thick enough, it is still a little difficult to resist in the face of this semi-suggestive tone.

Because Mo Jiaqi seems to have adapted to his existence, his words and deeds are no longer so taboo.

For example, in such a lazy sitting posture with a half-tilt, some bright spring colors came into view, and Du Sheng's interest became more and more high.

"Isn't it good-looking, why don't you sit closer?"

Mo Jiaqi saw that Du Sheng had been looking at him with admiration, and pulled him gently with a smile.

Her face was already flushed, and this smile was even more soul-piercing.

In addition, the range of movements was a little large, causing the trembling conscience to almost shake out.

Du Sheng was pulled and staggered, and this pounce was terrible.

Because of his head.

The soft jade was fragrant, smelling the quiet fragrance, and Du Sheng began to be a little puzzled.

He was still muttering about whether this was going too fast.

Mo Jiaqi gave the answer directly.

Her slender jade hand rested on Du Sheng's waist,...

It is not an exaggeration to say that this speed of progress is a thousand miles.

Du Sheng thought that this bowl of rice had to be sharpened to make it a matter of course.

I didn't expect the other party to be more active than myself!

Sure enough, under the catalysis of drunkenness + openness, all the bells and whistles seem flashy.

Du Sheng also drank a lot of wine just now, where could he withstand this kind of stirring, and the small fire in his heart suddenly burned.

"Brother Fei, you can't blame me for this! She was the one who did it first. ”

......

On the three poles, the warm morning light shines in through the window.

In the box, various hair accessories and other personal items are scattered all over the ground, hinting at the intensity of the battlefield.

Du Sheng leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was still indulging in a good feeling.

Mo Jiaqi lost her previous wildness and leaned against him and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it has been, but the streets outside have become bustling.

She barely opened her eyelids and woke up, feeling her head still hurt.

In addition, the body is also a kind of soreness, and I can't help but want to turn sideways.

"Sister Qi, are you thirsty and want to drink water?"

A deep voice sounded beside him, which made Mo Jiaqi completely sober up.

She saw that she was leaning on Du Sheng, and the materials on both sides were missing.

Mo Jiaqi didn't understand it, and suddenly struggled to sit up:

"Last night we we-"

"Sister Qi, after you got drunk last night, what did you say to take revenge on 'Da Fei' and the like."

Du Sheng pointed to the marks on his face and neck, a little embarrassed:

"Sister Qi, you are so beautiful, and your figure is amazing, I'm afraid it's hard for a man to bear it, so ......"

Mingren doesn't say dark words, he kind of likes this Bai Fumei.

So it's not as rough as it is with a little stammer, and it keeps coming leisurely.

Otherwise, Mo Jiaqi would not be at this time, but a broken rib or a broken leg or something.

In addition, Du Sheng had to sigh that the skill of "Sound of Dogs and Horses" is indeed fierce enough.

I haven't slept much all night and still have energy, but my body and kidneys can't stand it.

Mo Jiaqi was stunned for a moment, finally remembered something, and said with a wry smile:

"You can't be blamed for that."

Although Mo Jiaqi drank too much, she still had some related memories.

And she did have an angry mentality last night, otherwise she would not need to find an outsider like Du Sheng to accompany her for a drink.

But the original intention was just to anger his father and Da Fei and make them respect their choice, and they didn't think about discussing it at first.

But I never thought that I didn't grasp the inch well under the sadness and drunkenness, and it made a big fuss...