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Zhang Lisheng stopped and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a white blue denim suit, with a fat figure, two beautiful mustaches under his nose and above his lips, holding a bracelet made of bright red stones in his hand, with an expression of 'you don't know the goods' on his face, looking at a black girl opposite who was not tall but very plump, shaking her head constantly.

Although it is slightly different from the last time we met, the man's jet-black hair, very sculptural facial features, concave face, long chin with an outward tilt, dark skin, and the white canvas at the top of his feet with the phrase 'All wishes come true' written on the top, and the white canvas full of strange groceries all indicate that he is the grocery store owner who once sold Island Dragon to Zhang Lisheng in Queens, New York.

Thinking of the mysterious and strange things about this grocery store owner who claimed to have dug up the emperor's mausoleum in war-torn Kosovo, rowed a wooden boat across the sea to the United States, first lived peacefully in Detroit's garbage community full of thugs for a few months, and then moved to Queens, New York, and confronted the gangsters with guns and gangsters, Zhang Lisheng's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Is this another coincidence?" he muttered to himself, and walked through the crowd to the grocery stall.

"This bracelet matches your skin color very well, think about it, miss, as long as thirty meters, as long as a small thirty meters, you can have the first piece of jewelry in your life." "I didn't seem to notice that the young man who was approaching was a regular customer who had made a big deal with him, a former grocery store. The current grocery stall owner is still seriously bewitching the black girl who is slowly planning to dig into her pocket.

Unfortunately, when he was about to succeed, a deep voice with a pun disrupted the good business, "This is obviously a bracelet made of silicone, but you can sell it as a ruby."

Mr. Mahmoud, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you're still so good at acting. ”

The girl who had already taken out her wallet heard this, looked at the bracelet in her hand carefully, and suddenly threw the bracelet on the ground in annoyance, and then shook her chest at Zhang Lisheng and said, "Thank you." Cool brother. ”。 He raised his little finger to the middle-aged fat man who couldn't distinguish the human race on the opposite side, turned around and walked away.

"What a rude girl, this is a failure of the liberal education method of the United States, it's so pathetic. The grocery stall owner sighed. Bent down and picked up the bracelet. Put it away carefully. looked up at Zhang Lisheng on the side, as if he had just found him gathered in front of the stall, and greeted him warmly: "Oh." It turned out to be you, my esteemed Redson.

It's an unbelievable coincidence to meet you in Boston..."

"Coincidentally, maybe," Zhang Lisheng interrupted the grocery stall owner, smiled and said, "Mr. Mahmood, it looks like you have just arrived in Boston, right?"

"Yes, that's why I set up a stall overnight to sell goods, earn some money to rent a house and open a store, and I lose a lot every time I move.

However, New York is likely to become more dangerous than Detroit in the future, so even if it costs a little, it is safer to go to Detroit, the university city," Mahmoud looked left and right, poked his head out, and said in a low voice, "Aren't you here too?"

Hearing that the grocery store owner did not deny his speculation, Zhang Lisheng paused for a moment, pondered for a while and replied: "Yes, I'm here too, what about your Arab robe, have you also lost it, and your persuasion is much weaker when you sell these strange groceries in jeans." ”

"Oh, in the recent special period when Arabs have to be interrogated by the FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) because of the constant bombings, it is still less troublesome to wear jeans.

What's more, after living in the country for so long, I feel that I have fully integrated into the culture here, and I am a real cowboy, and wearing denim clothes is also very suitable for my temperament. Mahmoud touched his mustache, which was obviously Middle Eastern, and said with a sincere face.

"You do feel like a cowboy now, but you may be riding a camel, so you can't sell it a little bit, but it's okay Mahmoud, I can help take care of your business, do you still have the 'Komodo Dragon' you sold me last time, I want to buy another one to be the companion of the last time?"

"Of course not, sir," the grocery stall owner shook his head quickly, "how could such a living creature as the Comodo dragon be said to exist." ”

"Oh, what is there in your stall that suits me, but you once said to me that your business is for the 'powerful people' of the present and the future, how can I buy something from you?

"You really bought from me what I said before," Mahmoud, whose expression was very changeable, suddenly turned as hard as pig iron, and sighed inexplicably: "The traces of fate are really unchangeable, but I can bet on you...

Forget it, since fate has arranged it this way, then I can only accept it.

I do have a 'gadget' here that fits you well. ”

"What?" Seeing the grocery store owner's suddenly changed expression and attitude, Zhang Lisheng asked curiously.

"A real 'treasure', this kind of treasure must be negotiated before it can be traded. ”

"A real 'curiose', just like the real 'ruby bracelet' you just sold, Mr. Mahmoud," said the young man with a smile, "But even if you sell that 'ruby bracelet', you still let the customer see the goods before selling it, don't you?"

How can you sell things without even knowing what the commodity is, so you can directly negotiate the price. ”

"So you don't accept this kind of transaction?" Mahmoud said after a pause, clenched his fist nervously, licked his lips, and pretended to be calm.

Zhang Lisheng was about to nod, but suddenly felt an indescribable unease in his heart, following the order of intuition, his nod turned into a shake, "Of course, it's not absolutely unacceptable, tell me the price you want to sell, right?"

"That's enough money for me to spend a lifetime and three promises after you become a 'powerful person'. ”

"It's enough money for you to spend a lifetime, and my three promises," Zhang Lisheng frowned and said, "Such conditions are too general."

If you just want to live like a real grocery store owner for the rest of your life, 50,000 meters a year is enough, but if you want to live like the kings of the Middle East, even if you are alone, 100 million meters a year may not be enough..."

"Let's take a compromise figure, 5,025,000 yuan a year, and I will pay it a year as long as I live. Mahmoud stared into Zhang Lisheng's eyes and interrupted him.

"Ha, this is really a very creative idea, what about the promise, you can't let me die one day, I'll die. ”

"The promise I want you to make must not infringe on your life and ability, and it must be a one-off. ”

After listening to the words of the grocery store owner, Zhang Lisheng was silent for a while and suddenly said: "Mr. Mahmood, you won't be pretending to fool me, right..."

Mahmoud said expressionlessly: "Whatever you think, my price has already been set anyway, now as long as you answer 'yes' or 'no'?"

A 'treasure' whose name is not even known will be sold for more than 50 million yuan a year, plus three one-time commitment conditions, this kind of transaction will be categorically rejected by any reasonable person, but Zhang Lisheng looked at Mahmoud's face and pondered for a while, but said: "Give me an account, and we have made a deal." ”

Hearing this, the grocery store owner's face suddenly turned as pale as rotten wood, and he whispered: "Your luck is really good, young sir, but even if you have this precious 'prop', you will want it in the future..."

Mahmoud was halfway through his words, and pressed his neck as if he had suddenly choked, his face swollen red, and his lips began to turn purple.

A few gathered in front of the grocery stall, originally intending to see if there was anything worth selling at this 'flea stall';

Later, I felt that the conversation between the stall owner and Zhang Lisheng was like a theatrical performance was very bizarre, and all the young people who stayed to watch the excitement found that Mahmoud was not pretending to be breathless, so they hurriedly surrounded him, wanting to help, but Zhang Lisheng always stood still.

After a few minutes, after a loud gasp for a while, the grocery stall owner who slowly recovered pushed away the kind young man beside him, trembled and took out a banknote from his pocket, squatted down, found a black pen shaped like a wine barrel in the grocery pile, and wrote down an account number.

Then he took out a stamp-sized portrait of a clown with a mask from his bosom, and handed it to the young man along with the banknote, "The money goes into this account, and the name of the treasure is 'The Mask of the King of Comedy', that's all I can tell you, see you later." ”

"See you again, Mr. Mahmoud. Taking the portrait of a clown the size of a thumb nail, Zhang Lisheng touched it, thinking that it was made of leather, although he was puzzled, he still cautiously put the picture into his pocket, and no longer continued to follow the flow of people to the performance stage to see the excitement, turned around and walked towards a hamburger restaurant across the road.

Walking into the lively and brightly lit burger joint, the young man spent 20 meters at the counter, ordered a bunch of fast food such as Coke, beef burger, and chicken cutlet, and sat down at a small single table by the window. I figured out the portrait of the clown in the bright light and looked closely.

The clown with a white smiley mask covering his face on the front of the portrait has a vivid look and should not be printed, although his face is not clear.

Because the whole painting only has a head, not even a placket, it is impossible to guess the age and background of the characters.

The back of the portrait has a clear texture and subtle pore marks, which looks like a small piece of animal skin that has been specially processed into a canvas, and there is no other special feature other than this clue. (To be continued......)