Chapter 167:

Lin Xian nodded and said, "Well, let's take a look first."

After Tang Ping's description last night, Lin Xian had a hunch that this trip to Yangcheng might return without success.

But he was not disappointed either, still maintaining a normal mentality.

It’s best to be able to complete the mission, and it’s okay if you don’t complete the mission, you should take Zhuang Tong to visit Yangcheng.

When he arrived at the hotel lobby, Lin Xian sat on the sofa in the leisure area and took out the phone to call Tang Ping.

"Mr. Lin, are you awake?"

Lin Xian asked, "Where are you now?"

"I'm having dinner!"

Lin Xian said: \"After eating, come to Shangri-La Hotel and take me to the place where Liao Jie works."

"Okay Mr. Lin, I'll be there soon!" Tang Ping said and hung up the phone.

Half an hour later, Tang Ping walked into the hotel and apologized slightly: "Mr. Lin is sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road."

"It's okay, let's go!" Lin Xian waved his hand.

Chapter 26 Earn some extra money!

West Street at night is the busiest street in Panyu District.

At night, West Street will become a night market, with small stalls lined up on both sides of the street, and the flow of people is extremely exaggerated.

The driver stopped the car at the intersection and said, "Mr. Lin, the car can't get in!"

"It's okay!"

Lin Xian took out a 200 yuan tip and handed it to him, and said, "You go back to the hotel first, and you will be notified to pick me up at that time!"

After receiving the tip, the driver smiled enthusiastically: \"No problem, I am waiting for your notice at any time."

When the three people got out of the car, countless lights were immediately greeted.

After a glance, Lin Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Are there so many black people in Yangcheng?"

"There are quite a few, especially in Panyu District, you can meet it wherever you go!"

Tang Ping nodded and said: "There have been more before. I heard that they have been repatriated in recent years. However, there are still many blacks who have been smuggled to Yangcheng. The citizens reported a black and there is a reward of 500 yuan!"

Hearing this, Lin Xian glanced at him and smiled: "How many have you reported?"

"Hey! Not much, three or four, make some extra money!" Tang Ping scratched his head, showing a simple smile.

This guy...

However, it was Lin Xian, and it is estimated that he would also report it.

This kind of money is so easy to make, and maybe it can be mixed with the medal of the three good citizens.

Zhuang Tong wondered: "Then how do you tell, are they three blacks?"

"There is no need to distinguish, because 95% of the black people in Yangcheng are smuggled! There are actually very few blacks who come through formal channels and procedures." Tang Ping explained.

Good deed, this is too beautiful!

While talking, the three of them have arrived in front of a convenience store

. Pointing to the convenience store, Tang Ping introduced: "Liao Jie works at this convenience store, but he is on the night shift, and he will show up after 11 o'clock."

"Mr. Lin, do you want to go in and find him?"

"No, take a stroll first!"

Lin Xian waved his hand and took Zhuang Tong around the night market with interest.

The night market sells a lot of things, from pets to clothes, everything.

Zhuang Tong bought a selfie stick, put it on his phone, and took a lot of photos with Lin Xian.

In less than an hour, Lin Xian was carrying a lot of things in his hands.

These things are not worth a lot of money, but Zhuang Tong seems to like it, saying that he wants to buy them and decorate them at home.

Tang Ping followed behind them, like a dedicated bodyguard.

After strolling for a while, Lin Xian took the two into a teahouse.

There is no shortage of everything in Yangcheng, but there is no shortage of teahouses.

You can find teahouses on any street.

Drinking tea has become a culture of Yangcheng people.

In the morning, at night, at any time, you can see groups of guests in the teahouse.

Order a pot of tea, a few snacks, and a newspaper, and you can spend a whole day comfortably.

I have to say that this kind of life rhythm of Yangcheng people seems extra leisurely, and Lin Xian can't help but feel a sense of intimacy.

In the teahouse, chicken feet are almost a must.

Lin Xian ordered a pot of Pu'er tea with chicken feet, beef bones and shrimp dumplings. The three of them ate and drank occasionally to admire the night view downstairs, not to mention how pleasant it was.

On a slightly chilly night, drinking a cup of Pu'er tea makes the whole body warm.

Lin Xian put down his tea cup and said with a smile: "How did you find Liao Jie?"

"To be honest, the first person I found was not Liao Jie, but the former owner of Ji Ruilou, the owner of the convenience store where Liao Jie worked!" Tang Ping smiled.

"Tell me in detail!"

Lin Xian became interested and found that what happened back then seemed to involve more than just Liao Jie.

Tang Ping pondered for a moment, and said: "I don't know the specifics, but I have heard that Ji Ruilou changed its boss 20 years ago. The former boss disappeared for a while, and it only opened in West Street in recent years. To this convenience store."

The well-known big hotel where Rijin Doujin is not opened, disappears for a while, and ran to open a convenience store? There is a story!

Over time, the look of interest in Lin Xian's eyes grew stronger.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Xian asked, "How is the business of Ji Ruilou now?"

Tang Ping nodded and said: \"Very good. It is said that to go to Jirui Building for dinner, you need to book at least one week in advance, and it is full almost every day!"