Money life

Chapter 169 I Want That Dog

Zhang Xiaohe entered the house, and the ugly man locked the door behind him.

He didn't worry, and didn't care about that person, but walked straight into the house.

This is a two-story building, which looks dilapidated from the outside, but from the inside, it is not dilapidated at all.

The house has a small yard, in which there are a black car, a somewhat worn-out van, and a somewhat worn-out bicycle.

Entering inside, the decoration on the first floor is very good, European style, it looks very grand.

There was no one on the first floor, so Zhang Xiao went up to the second floor with ease.

There were several rooms on the second floor. He walked to the end of the corridor, stopped at the door of a room at the end, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A crisp voice came from inside.

Zhang Xiaohe pushed the door and walked in.

The room is very large, it is a suite, the outermost is a small living room with a sofa and table, and the inside is the bedroom.

There were several young people sitting on the sofa, and a young man in his 20s and nearly 30 years old sat in the middle, holding a card in his hand, and two young men stood behind him, both holding cigarettes in their hands.

The room was filled with smoke, and Zhang Xiaohe coughed as soon as he entered.

He was a little disgusted, didn't close the door, stood at the door, fanned the smoke with his hands, and said, "Can you smoke less? It's not good to smoke too much."

"What are you doing here? Is there something to do? Yes, K, do you want it?" The young man sitting in the middle looked up at Zhang Xiaohe, didn't take his words seriously, and still put two cards on the table.

"I have something to do. I have a job for you." Zhang Xiaohe leaned on the door frame and said lightly.

"What life can there be?"

"Brother Wu, when did I find you for nothing?"

Brother Wu smiled lightly, and kept the last two cards in his hand on the table, saying: "Zha Wang, I won."

"Come in and talk."

"I don't like the smoky stuff you're making."

"Are you looking for a draw?"

"Talk on the first floor." After speaking, Zhang Xiaohe turned and left.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Brother Wu shouted.

When he came to the first floor, Brother Wu poured a glass of water for Zhang Xiaohe, then poured himself another glass of water, drank it in one gulp, wiped the water from his mouth with his hand, and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I have something that I need Brother Wu to help solve." As he said that, Zhang Xiaohe took out his mobile phone and sent Brother Wu the photo of the Dingdang toy store.

Brother Wu received the message, opened it, looked at it, and asked, "Where is it?"

"How would I know? Anyway, the photo is given to you, and it will be resolved in three days."

"Okay. What do you want?"

"A yellow dog in the store, and a young man."

"what is it call?"

"You check this, I don't know."

"Zhang Xiaohe, are you kidding me?"

Zhang Xiaohe shrugged, and said lightly, "I only know so much. If you can't satisfy me, then I'll find someone else."

With that said, he stood up and was about to leave.

"Can you not be in such a hurry?" Brother Wu hurriedly stopped him.

"His name should be Yanjiang. I don't know what the name is, and I don't know what the surname is. I just remember someone called him Yanjiang. That dog is called Tuanzi, that's what he called it." Zhang Xiaohe sat back and said quietly .

"That's all the information?"

"Ah."

Brother Wu was silent.

"Can it be done?"

"You only gave me this store name, I have to look for it. Five days, you give me five days."

"Okay, then five days. Just teach him a lesson. I want that dog to live." Zhang Xiaohe said.

"Okay. I promise you will see the dog then."

"Well. I will deposit the money into your account. It is still the old rule. I will pay half of it first, and the last half will be called to you after the task is completed."

"it is good."

"Then I'll wait for your call."

"Don't worry, I won't let you down."

"You never let me down."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

After discussing this matter, Zhang Xiaohe took his leave and left.

After walking out of the alley, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned on his phone, found the photo of Dingdang Toys Store, sneered, and said flatly, "You can't do what you can."

After speaking, he deleted the photo.

He knew that Brother Wu was a master of fierce fighting, and he had a wide network of contacts, and some of the people who followed him were also fierce fighters, so he could rest assured that they did things.

Jingle Dong toy store, but a piece of cake.

Zhang Xiaohe always believed that Tuanzi's calling him was deliberately arranged by Zhang Yanjiang, specifically targeting him, so he held a grudge against Dingdang Toys Store, Zhang Yanjiang, and Tuanzi.

But Zhang Yanjiang, whose life was still peaceful at this time, was completely unaware that Zhang Xiaohe had asked someone for a dumpling.

He is still busy with Jingdong Toy Store and Dream Restaurant, as well as writing novels every day. Although he is busy every day, he is very fulfilling.

In the evening, Zhang Yanjiang dragged his tired body and sat in front of the computer to type.

I don't know what happened today, he got stuck, to be precise, he didn't want to type.

He felt a little tired and wanted to go to bed and rest.

It's just that he doesn't want to indulge his laziness, after all, this is a job.

"Ding dong." QQ rang.

The QQ icon in the lower right corner of the computer flickered, and he moved the mouse to chat with him again.

Fish in water: Are you asleep?

Zhang Yanjiang smiled lightly and replied: No.

Fish in water: Have you watched the chat in the group?
Zhang Yanjiang: No, what happened?
Fish in water: A few newcomers proudly said that they wrote novels to make money, and then we rushed to the street to tell them the truth, but they said that we were afraid that they would make money and rob us of our fans. of.

Fish in water: Do you think it's ridiculous?

Zhang Yanjiang is a little speechless. Some newcomers just want to make money. At the beginning, they think that their writing is very good, and they even think that their writing is better than that of the masters.

This may be a common problem of all newcomers, but the reality is that newcomers are just newcomers after all, and their feelings are only their own feelings after all.

Fish in water: What are you writing novels for?

Zhang Yanjiang was taken aback, did he also think he was that kind of person?
He quickly typed two words and sent it: hobby.

Fish in water: Do you think you write well?
Zhang Yanjiang was a little speechless, how could he ask such a question?He's just a novice, so it's good if he can read his writing, okay?
He also felt it was ridiculous, how can a newcomer be good or bad, the first book is nothing more than practicing pens, slowly accumulating experience.

He didn't reply to Yu Yushui, a question he didn't want to answer.

After a while, maybe seeing that he didn't answer, he asked again: Do you think you can sign the contract?

The more he asked, the more Zhang Yanjiang felt that he was afraid that the person he had been helping was someone who wrote for money, just like the newcomers in the group.

He typed a few words: I just write for my hobby, I don't know if I can sign a contract, I just want to write the story in my heart.

What he didn't say was that he wanted to use novels to bring sunshine and hope to more people.

He couldn't help thinking of Chu Ruirui, the girls and those poor people living in the village in Longdu.

(End of this chapter)