Chapter 54 The wind and clouds are surging in all directions

Colorful spotlights sway to the rhythm of dynamic music. Groups of young men and women dressed in strange clothes writhed their young bodies to the fullest under the impetus of the music.

In the age of the Great Cultural Invasion, it seems that this means fashion and taste. They preach the release and flamboyance of individuality, especially in the restless age of adolescence, they are empty-sighted, they are fearless, they do their own thing...... Of course, this does not include the money from parents for admission to the discotheque.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything, like this man. He wears a black suit and a black tie over his white shirt, and resembles an insurance salesman. It's just that his outfit clearly doesn't match the men and women on the dance floor, and he himself seems to be deaf to the music around him. Because he was staring at the message on Han Xian's pager, reading it carefully. In this era, pagers were not popular for a few years, but the strong demand made them quickly spread to the masses. And if there is demand, it can give birth to the development of the market, so when the digital display model is not satisfied, the Hanxian model with text display immediately appears. Of course, after the man in the suit, who is a symbol of leading fashion and successful people, put away the Han Xian pager and hurriedly left this discotheque, it also attracted envious eyes and sighs from many men and women.

In a café three streets away, a dirty man stares obscenely at the waist of the waiter. And the expensive snacks and lattes he ordered on the table didn't move.

The owner of the café was calculating whether to call the police or beat him up in the back alley if he couldn't pay for it.

The man in the black suit finally walked into the café after getting information from different locations several more times. This seemingly safe way of transmitting messages through a paging station and changing the location of the joints several times is actually pediatric in the eyes of professional agents. After all, in the era when mobile phones were not yet commonplace, using a landline phone to call a pager was itself revealing a whereabouts. Not to mention that the man was using the same landline.

The man in the suit walked directly to the filthy table and sat down, and said with a gloomy face, "Where's the thing?"

The filthy man grinned and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and before he could smile, he was immediately choked back by a violent cough. He spit on the floor without any scruples, and spit a mouthful of bloodshot thick phlegm.

"Ahem, I'm sorry! I've been in poor health lately. From the filthy man's mouth came an extremely strong, slightly metallic smell of bad breath.

The man in the suit frowned, and couldn't help but lean back. Still staring at the filthy man, it seemed that if he didn't answer his question, he would immediately get up and leave.

The filthy man's fingers trembled as he pulled out a leather envelope from his tattered coat pocket and gently placed it on the table. And the arm where the envelope was placed showed a large area of red spots, which looked very disgusting.

The man in the suit was about to reach for the envelope, but was taken back by the dirty man with his red spotted and trembling hand, staring at the man in the suit whose eyelids were still twitching, as if protesting that he did not follow the rules.

"Brother, you know this rule. The dirty man was probably a little excited, and before he finished speaking, he coughed violently again. He picked up the coffee on the table and poured it violently, not wanting to cough more violently, and vomited all over the table.

The man in the suit distanced himself from the dirty man in disgust, and handed him the suitcase he was carrying.

The dirty man only opened one crack in the box and closed it again as if satisfied. Then he left the café with the suitcase.

The waiter came over to clean up with a look of disgust, and the man in the suit took the opportunity to get up. Picking up the envelope on the table and putting it in his arms, he left a handsome tip and walked out of the café.

Under a street lamp not far from the café, the man in the suit looks at a few photos in an envelope. At this time, a dark shadow stood on his body and said in a deep voice: "Boss, his whereabouts have been found." Do you want to ......?" the black figure gestured at the neck with a throat-slitting motion.

"No, he won't live long. ”

"Boss, you ......?"

"He was poisoned too deeply. There was a metallic smell in his mouth, a sore throat and mouth, blood in his sputum, trembling fingers and eyelids, erythema on his skin, tooth loss in his vomit, and most importantly a blue-black mercury line on his gums......"

"These are ......"

"That's right, it's a symptom of mercury poisoning. It also proves that he really went to that place. And only that place can there be so much mercury. So, I believe that what he brings is fine, but at the same time I know that he will not live long. ”

"Then what does he need so much money for......?"

"Who doesn't have something they can't let go?"

The darkness of the night hides all the unknown transactions and ugliness of this world. It's as if where the sun doesn't shine, no one knows what's going on.

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Three days later, on the top floor of a tall commercial building. A foreign man with an open collar was playing with a cigar in his hand, but Eye Qing was staring at a few photos on the table.

"Mr. Smith, I don't think I need to say more about the importance of these photos, do you?" sat a handsome, middle-aged man across from ......the foreign man, pushing the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a little flattery.

"Hahaha, Mr. Chen. Isn't our friendship with you worthy of our mutual trust?" said the foreign man, looking at the middle-aged man mockingly, the corner of his eye still sweeping the photos.

"Mr. Smith laughed, of course I believe you, but I am a student of law, and some things are not reassuring if they cannot be clarified. And it's something that both of us get in the interest of, isn't it?" the middle-aged man surnamed Chen laughed even more obscenely.

"I heard that Mr. Chen's ancestral home is Fujian, don't you Chinese people attach great importance to clan inheritance......?

"Hahaha, isn't there a saying that 'I don't care about the flood behind my back'? So, for the sake of our common interests, how can we manage so much. So, as long as I can sit in that position, it's not up to us to do anything?"

Smith pondered for a moment, put away the cigar he was sniffing on his nose, and reached out to Mr. Chen while taking the picture from the table into his pocket.

Both shook hands and looked at each other meaningfully, and couldn't help but smile treacherously at the same time.

In a certain van downstairs, a man was smashing the earphones on his head on the ground and scolding loudly: "Traitor! This is a traitor! For the sake of his selfish desires, this is simply shameless!"

"Traitors, have they sold less all these years?" said another young man sarcastically.

"I don't care, I just know that I am a Chinese, a descendant of Yan and Huang, and I will not change until I am there. No, I must find out what the surnamed Chen sold to the people of the United States. As the door slammed shut, the figure disappeared into the bustling street.

"yes, I want to go home too. Back then, we went from formation to dissolution...... Alas, don't mention it. Now we are all real comrades, we have come together with the same ideals, and we will no longer die for one person. The young man muttered quietly, as if to cheer himself on.

"President, there are now more than 200 registered organizations on the island, and although we will not attract attention by becoming one of them, sooner or later we will still be discovered by those who are interested. And our belongings aren't in good shape......" said a girl in the back seat of the car timidly.

"I know, I didn't stop Lao Liu from going, do you think he just went to find out the news? Our predecessors have left a batch of treasures, which will solve our financial problems, you don't have to worry. The young man infected the girl with a warm smile.

It's just that the girl is slandering in her heart, if it weren't for the request of her parents and grandparents, who would want to join this outdated organization that has neither money nor people?

The excitement of joining the secret organization at the beginning was over, and this new little girl was very bored. For ideals or something, in addition to identifying herself as a Chinese, there seems to be no concept to support her.

(To be continued...... ）