At the same time, Ma Yiming's thinking female rider appeared in a low factory more than ten miles away from Gao mu.

When she stopped the car and took off her helmet, there was the tenderness of the little girl next door, the indifference on her face, and a strange situation.

As Ma Yiming lamented, this momentum is more worthy of the identity of motorcycle knight.

"Back? How's it going?"

He walked into a small room, threw his helmet on the messy table, picked up half a bottle of mineral water and drank it.

While she was drinking water, there was a sudden inquiry in the dark of the room.

It seems that the female rider who knew someone for a long time, without any surprise and surprise, still drank her own water until she put down the water bottle with satisfaction, and then glanced at a dark corner.

"Do you think I will fail?"

Disdain, more confidence.

"Hehe, just be confident."

Still only listen to the voice without seeing anyone.

"I gave him the address of the rider party next Friday. As long as he showed up, it was half done."

Put down the water bottle and sit comfortably on the sofa. I don't know where to find a box of cigarettes and hold one in my mouth.

"What do you mean, you only gave the address and didn't leave other contact information and phone number?" the secret man's tone was not good, and even made the friction sound of the chair moving, which was enough to prove his displeasure. "Why take such a risk? What if he doesn't come? You can't have another chance encounter next time?"

"Don't worry, I said, I have my discretion in doing things. Since you leave it to me, don't worry about it. Just wait for my news."

Care is chaos!

I don't even know the truth of hard to get, and I want to command her to do things.

"I can ignore the others. I'll ask you, what will you do if you lose contact this time?"

The man in the shadow continued to question, full of discomfort.

"Don't worry, since I dare only give him the address, I can guarantee that he will go next Monday. You just need to go back and tell your boss that the agreed money will be given to me on time. You also know that I'm not a person who likes to be owed. I don't say much else, just one word."

She doesn't need to be so careful about what to do with the money, as long as the final result meets the expectations of the payer.

If she explained every step in detail and reported every step, wouldn't she be tired to death, and it's not her style of doing things, or even the style of her level class.

"Hum, I hope you don't make mistakes. Otherwise, I think you know very well whether our boss's money is easy to take."

give tit for tat!

She doesn't like being owed money. Is her boss's money so easy to take.

To be honest, he is not optimistic about the motorcycle woman in front of him. However, the boss trusts her. As an errand Messenger, he can only work with his nose.

Dong!

A bundle of hundred dollar bills was thrown on the table in front of the female rider and smashed into messy books and magazines.

It's hard to say, but there's something refreshing about giving money.

People who can get on the table and people with social orientation like to do things cheerfully. It is precisely because they are not short of money. This money is only a drop in the bucket for them, so this cheerfulness will be particularly prominent.

"What does that mean?"

With a Tink, the flame of the lighter came out, and the cigarette in the female rider's mouth was lit.

The whole person is more and more soft lying on the sofa, with one foot raised high in dark leather boots. He doesn't care about outsiders. There is no sitting posture at all.

The posture is more forthright than that of a man, which is very different from her appearance.

"Here is 100000 cash, which can be regarded as an advance for you. The boss said that as long as you do well, money is not a problem. I will give you the rest of the money one by one according to your progress."

For cash transactions, a specially assigned person shall make a special fund, leaving no trace of transfer.

"OK, leave the money and people can go."

The tone is cold and affectionate.

In the house, which was not very bright, cigarette butts flickered with her throughput.

"Hum,"

After an unpleasant cold hum, a heavy overlapping shadow "illusory" human figure in the shadow came out.

Apart from a cold hum, there was no other words left, and the same dark light could not reflect his appearance.

A low-pressure black cap completely covered his facial features, and a wide suit also covered his figure. There was basically no information overflow except gender.

Even if Ma Yiming followed the female rider, he could not know who he was.

Mysterious!

Outside the yard, a Pushan without a license plate was started, and the man in the group photo drove away.

Inside the house, the female rider, who was indifferent to smoking, was still carefree. She didn't know what she was thinking except for the smoking and spitting of cigarettes in her lips.

After a long time, the cigarette butt burned all the way to her fingers before she ate the "hot" pop-up. The whole person also bounced up from the sofa, grabbed 100000 pieces on the table, walked to a "Mona Lisa" oil painting against the wall, pushed open the oil painting and revealed a safe embedded in the wall.

Didi, Didi

He took a key pendant from his neck, inserted it into the heavy door of the safe, and slipped 100000 into it.

At a glance, the safe was full of cash, not less than one million.

The only piece of hard leather that was not "money" was taken out by the female rider. She casually turned over a few pages and closed it again.

Boom!

The safe was closed again and the Mona Lisa returned to its place as if it had not been moved.

The dark room was quiet again. The female motorcyclist walked back to the sofa and lit a cigarette again.

When there was no one, her sitting posture and manners were a lot more regular, and the soft feeling of women flashed bright and dark.

The action and intensity of smoking are not as brave as before, at least like women smoking.

After half the smoke, he didn't continue. Instead, he put it out in the ashtray. With his other hand, he took out a small Motorola from his pocket and thought about making a call.

"Brother Ming, what are you doing recently?"

The tone is gentle, not as stiff as before, nor as gentle as Ma Yiming.

"It's Xiao Bei. Why did you think of calling me today?"

At the other end of the phone came a rough male voice, smoking for a long time and shining with cold and hot air for a long time.

But the answer was not what he asked.

"Don't you miss you and everyone?"

The motorcyclist named Xiao Bei put his finger on the tip of his nose and said it as he should.

"Xiaobei, don't be polite between us. Brother Ming knows that you don't go to the three treasures hall without anything. Tell me what you have."

Brother Ming is also a sensible man. He doesn't have the nonsense around.

"Well, you're welcome," Beckham smiled. "I'd like to ask brother ming to arrange a party for enthusiasts next Friday."

"Oh, this arrangement is not a big problem. It's about my brother's words. Just don't tell me the truth..."

Requests without purpose are all "fraud". The arrangement is all right. It's just a few phone calls and a few words.

However, you can't get up early without profit. Naturally, you have to understand how to play the game

They are all old Jianghu people who dare to go to Liangshan after drinking three or three times. Some things are not easy to get into trouble when they are clear.

"Of course, it is..."