I'm picking up waste in fairyland

Chapter 66

"Let's act as usual. Didn't you listen to what Ma Sanyan said yesterday? There are so many Yuan tombs in that place, and they are all scattered one by one. You are afraid that we won't have a chance to do it by then!" Sui Guan laughed.

Hearing this, the fat man nodded his head: "That's right, anyway, when the time comes, they will investigate theirs, and we will look for ours, the two are the same!"

Afterwards, the two chatted for a while, and after drinking a pot of tea, the fat man said goodbye and left.

Not long after he left, Panda Eye and the others came to Sui Pavilion's shop one by one with bandages on.

"Master, all the money is here!"

While talking, a handbag appeared on the coffee table in the Sui Pavilion.

He opened it and took a look, and the bundles of red bills caught his eye.

Sui Guan didn't count them specifically, and after looking at them, he zipped them up.

"Master, you yesterday..."

The panda eyes looked at Sui Guan hesitantly.

Sui Guan said indifferently: "You want to ask how I can still appear here safe and sound, right?"

Panda swallowed his saliva and nodded subconsciously.

"Don't worry about these things, anyway, just help me take care of the store in the future!"

Sui Guan drank tea on his own, and didn't want to explain too much to them, there was no need for that.

In the afternoon, Sui Guan received a call.

It was Murong Cheng calling.

The content is very simple, nothing more than asking Sui Guan to go to the abandoned factory building at the Surabaya Wharf at ten o'clock in the evening to collect money.

"Hehe, don't worry about it!"

After hanging up the phone, Sui Guan touched his chin with an indescribably weird expression.

It's a dock and a factory building, and it's still ten o'clock in the evening.

It's simply not too intriguing!
However, Sui Guan, a daring artist, naturally wouldn't be afraid of these conspiracies.

Even if Murong Cheng is waiting there, so what!

In this way, Sui Guan can even blackmail the other party again, wouldn't it be great?
It was night, and Sui Guan walked all the way to the Hebin Road in the city center.

Below the highway is the Sishui River, the mother river of the local people in Shenghai.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, thousands of houses on the other side of the river are lit up. Although it is midsummer, people can still feel the coolness when walking on the river bank.

The breeze was blowing, Sui Guan smiled slightly, and continued to walk towards the distance of the road.

Surabaya Wharf is located at the end of the road, and it was still very brilliant in the last century.

But now, it seems a little desolate.

Looking at the dilapidated wharf gate in front of him, Sui Guan couldn't help feeling that time flies.

The door was not locked, and after a little emotion, he stepped in with one step.

The pier was pitch-black, except for a few dim street lights in the distance, pointing to certain special places.

Sui Guan ignited an eye, and looked at the past from afar.

The night wind messed up his hair, and he disappeared into the surrounding night in a short while.

The purpose of Murong Cheng asking Sui Guan to come here to collect money is obvious.

But for Sui Guan, he didn't feel any worry or fear.

After a cigarette was burned out, the Sui Pavilion had already reached the gate of an abandoned factory building.

The iron gate about two meters high was rusty, and even some places were covered with green moss.

Time has corroded large holes one after another on the iron gate, and Sui Guan walked straight in.

There are luxuriant grass in the factory building, and it looks gloomy and gloomy.

In the workshop not far to the left of the Sui Pavilion, lights are flickering.

"It should be over there!"

They said, walking towards the money.

"Ha ha!"

Sui Guan stepped into the workshop door, and immediately heard a chill.

On an assembly line in the workshop, there are seventeen or eighteen people working on it at this time, all looking eager to try, looking at the Sui Pavilion.

And the sneer just now came from Murong Cheng who was sitting in the middle of a pile of boxes, and the expression on the other side was a bit serious.

However, Sui Guan didn't care about these.

He said calmly, "Where is the money I want?"

"The money you want is here, if you have the guts, come and get it yourself!"

Murong Cheng patted a black suitcase beside him.

Right now, he doesn't have the slightest cowardice when he faced Sui Guan in the bar last night, but his face is full of disdain and arrogance.

Thinking about it, when he was at the bar yesterday, hesitantly under the situation of serious shortage of manpower, Murong Cheng naturally bowed his head to Sui Guan's domineering spirit.

But today, there are more than a dozen younger brothers in charge of the place, and his courage has also risen with the tide.

"Hehe, it seems that you still haven't recognized the gap between us!"

Sui Guan sighed, and walked towards Murong City like a stroll in a courtyard.

"Buzz!"

In the void, there was a slight tremor!
I saw a black thing flying towards the Sui Pavilion whistling.

He is now a cultivator of the innate realm, how fast his reaction is!
The moment he heard the sound, he had already confirmed his position, and he dodged slightly to avoid the oncoming object.

"Kang Dang" sounded, and a palm-sized gear hit the ground next to Sui Guan heavily.

"Who the hell are you! When facing Young Master Cheng, do you know what respect is?"

A strong man with a full beard jumped off the assembly line while talking, and walked slowly towards the Sui Hall.

The gear just now was thrown from his hand.

That gear weighs at least ten catties, and this person can throw tens of meters at a time, and his arm strength is really not small.

Sui Guan looked at the bearded man motionlessly, without the slightest expression on his face, his calmness was somewhat unpredictable.

The bearded man's name is Zhang Yong, and people in the Jianghu are called Hu Xuyong.

He is a capable fighter of Shanpao, and he is also a famous person on Shenghai's way.

Seeing that he was indifferent to his words, he felt slightly angry and shouted:

"Now hurry up and kneel down to Young Master Cheng, and call out Grandpa, maybe we can save an arm for you!"

Hearing this, Sui Guan smiled lightly: "Hehe, when your elder brother Shanpao faced me last night, he wasn't as arrogant as you are now!"

What he said immediately made Hu Xuyong and the dozen or so people on the assembly line furious.

"Fucking mud horse!"

I don't know who yelled that sentence, and then I saw countless people picking up the guy and preparing to beat up Sui Guan.

Beard pretending bravely, he stretched out his hand to stop the brothers who wanted to rush over, glanced at Sui Guan coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, you have the guts! This is the first time my elder brother has been treated like this in Shenghai." Provoked!"

"If I didn't, would I still go to the meeting alone?" Sui Guan retorted.

Before Hu Xuyong could speak, Murong Cheng not far away spoke triumphantly. "Sui Guan, I advise you to be more sensible, kneel down and kowtow three times, and then give me the moon fishing jar you bought, so that you may still have a way to survive!"

After hearing this, Sui Guan raised a pair of sword eyebrows: "Oh, you mean you can beat me up?"

(End of this chapter)