Chapter 460

"Old man, what you said is true! This is green bank?"

Old green nodded gracefully. "Yes, I think so."

He left his counter, went to a small round table, picked up the teapot inside, picked up two teacups, filled them with tea, sat down first, and then pointed to the chair in front of him to greet Qin Fei and Kun guess.

"Please sit down, two young people."

Qin Fei and Kun guess had to go forward and sit down alone in a chair.

"Drink tea, drink tea. This is a good English black tea. There are also some snacks here. They are all cookies made by my wife to entertain the guests in the store. Have some."

He looked at the two young people in front of him with penetrating eyes.

"Are you from far away?"

"Yes, it's from Africa." Qin Fei nodded quickly. In fact, he was already very worried. He couldn't help looking down at his watch. It was already nine o'clock in the morning.

Stay here for one more minute and one less minute before MI6 finds itself.

"Come on, have something to eat."

Old man green was still so elegant that he didn't rush or slow to greet them.

Qin Fei and Kun Chai also ran around all night. Although Kun Chai later ate something at the farm, he was blown up by SAS an acousto-optic grenade.

In order not to offend the old man, they had to start eating biscuits in the basin.

"Have some tea. The black tea is good."

They had to drink tea again. It has to be said that the taste of cookies and black tea is first-class, which makes people feel fragrant.

"Old man, we are really in a hurry." Qin Fei pointed to Kun next to him and guessed, "my friend has a lot of money in your bank. Can you verify his identity and extract it?"

"Money?" the old man green with a black tea cup was stunned: "what money?"

Qin Fei had a premonition that the event was not going to happen again. He had a sense of collapse. He licked his lips and said, "US dollars, US $3 billion."

Old Green's hand shook and the tea poured out.

"Three billion dollars?"

He looked at Qin Fei and Kun guess in surprise, as if he had seen aliens.

"Yes, didn't you just say that you are the green bank?" Kun guessed anxiously.

"Yes, that's right. I'm the green bank. Look, all the clocks and watches I have here are time. What's the most expensive in the world? Time, you understand, young man? My wealth here is much more valuable than the bank."

Old green talked seriously about the chicken soup for the soul, and the two opposite him had a desire to die.

"Old man..." Qin Fei couldn't laugh or cry. "What you said about the bank means the time in your clocks?"

Old green nodded, "well, is there anything worth saving more than time?"

……

On the heads of Qin Fei and Kun guess, crows flew by.

"Old man, it seems that we've found the wrong place, so we'd better leave." Qin Fei got up and lost a wink at Chao Kun.

Kunchai stood up mechanically as if his soul had been hollowed out.

It was another mischievous disappointment.

He hated Christian in his heart now. If he had the chance, he would definitely kidnap this guy again, and he would not let go of the slippery banker until he told the truth or got the money himself.

Standing up, Qin Fei bowed slightly to old green, then pulled up kunchai and hurried out of the watch shop.

Back in the car, the old fish looked at the two people with strange faces and asked in surprise, "what? Look at your appearance, you have been cooked? Your face is red?"

Qin Fei waved his hand, sighed and leaned back on his seat: "it's a watch shop. There's no green bank at all. You've been fooled by Christian."

"What!?" the collimator almost jumped up from the driver's seat and hit his head on the roof, grinning with pain. "No bank?"

"Well, there's a classical watch shop. Those antique watches are very nice. Would you like to buy one?"

The atmosphere inside the car suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"Forget it, let's go. It should be our own money. We can't run away. It's not our own money. We can't put it in your bag." after all, old fish is old and most open among all, so he comforted everyone and said, "let's think about how to leave this ghost place now."

The polar bear said, "it's good to leave. Let's go to Southampton. I know a man who is doing well there. They are specialized in freight transportation. They often help people transport some messy things and sometimes help people smuggle. From there, we should be able to leave for Morocco."

At this point, Qin Fei has no choice. Sometimes people are not as good as heaven.

Zhang Lan may not have hidden her money in the so-called green bank. Maybe it's a story that Christian deliberately fabricated in order to get away.

The car slid slowly down York street and soon disappeared at the end of the street.

The door of Green's watch shop was gently pushed open. Old green stretched out his head and looked at Qin Fei in the direction they left, and soon disappeared behind the door.

The street was calm again, as if no one had been here.

Back in the store, old green picked up a white glove from the counter, gently put it on his hand, then went to the small round table and picked up the tea cup Kun guessed had drunk.

He stuck his eyepiece in his right eye and examined the cup carefully against the light.

Several clear fingerprints were left on the surface of the porcelain from country Z and the glaze of the handle. Old green smiled, took the cup back to the counter, covered it gently with a plastic bag and put it in a wooden box.

After all this, he picked up the desk phone and dialed a number.

Soon, the phone was connected.

"Please send someone over. Someone came just now. I took his fingerprints and DNA on the tea cup. The high-precision camera in the store should capture his facial features and pupil information."

More than ten seconds later, he put down the phone, put the box away, put on his eyeglasses again, continued to sit on the chair behind the counter, and fiddled with the antique pocket watch on the tray in front of him.

While old green was doing all this in his shop, a figure shook in the attic of a building opposite No. 15 York Street, and a black surveillance lens slowly retracted.

Behind the window, a middle-aged man picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers.

"They just left. It seems that they didn't get the things. I guess they're still in the store. Do you want to do it?"

A voice quickly came from the microphone: "no, green bank is not an ordinary organization. We can't afford to offend. We'd better wait until they come and get something next time."

"OK."

The middle-aged man cut off the call, turned around and stuffed the surveillance lens into a backpack next to him, then put on a duck tongue hat and became a tourist, then hurried downstairs and disappeared into the alley at the back door.