I Just Want to be a Shenhao Quietly

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 be unsuccessful.

However, he was not disappointed and still maintained his normal attitude.

It's best to complete the task, and it's okay to not complete the task, just take Zhuang Tong to Yangcheng for a tour.

In the hotel lobby, Lin Xian sat on the sofa in the leisure area, took out the phone and called Tang Ping.

"Mr. Lin, are you awake?"

Lin Xian asked, "Where are you now?"

"I'm having dinner!"

Lin Xian instructed: "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 said apologetically, "Mr. Lin, I'm sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road."

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

Chapter 26 Make some extra money!

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

At night, West Street turns into a night market, with stalls lining both sides of the street, and the flow of people is extremely exaggerated.

The driver parked the car at the intersection and asked, "Mr. Lin, the car can't go in!"

"fine!"

Lin Xian took out a tip of 200 yuan and handed it to him, instructing: "Go back to the hotel first, and I will inform you to pick me up at that time!"

After taking the tip, the driver smiled enthusiastically: "No problem, I'll wait for your notification at any time."

The three stepped out of the car and immediately greeted countless eyes.

Taking 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 them wherever you go!"

Tang Ping nodded and said, "It was more before, I heard that there have been repatriations in recent years, but there are still many black people who have smuggled into Yangcheng. Citizens report a black person who has no three, and there is a reward of 500 yuan!"

Hearing this, Lin Xian glanced at him and said with a smile, "How many have you reported?"

"Hey! Not much, three or four, earn some extra money!" Tang Ping scratched his head, revealing a simple and honest smile.

This guy………

But if it was Lin Xian, it is estimated that he would also report it.

This kind of money is so lucrative, and maybe it can even get a medal of three good citizens.

Zhuang Tong wondered: "Then how do you tell whether they are black or not?"

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

Baby, this is too beautiful!

While talking, the three of them have come to the front of a convenience store

. Pointing to the convenience store, Tang Ping introduced: "Liao Jie works in this convenience store, but he works the night shift and doesn't appear until after 11 o'clock."

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

"No, go for a walk first!"

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

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

Zhuang Tong bought a selfie stick, and after putting it on his phone, he took Lin Xian and took a lot of photos.

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

These things are not worth a few dollars, but Zhuang Tong seems to like it and says that he wants to buy them back and decorate them at home.

Tang Ping followed behind the two, like a dutiful bodyguard.

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

In Yangcheng, everything is lacking, that is, there is no shortage of tea houses.

On any street, you can find a tea house.

Tea drinking has become a culture of Yangcheng people.

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

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

I have to say that this kind of life rhythm of Yangcheng people is extraordinarily leisurely, which makes Lin Xian feel a sense of intimacy.

When drinking tea in a teahouse, chicken feet are almost a must.

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

On a slightly chilly night, drinking a cup of Pu-erh tea makes the whole body feel warm.

Lin Xian put down his teacup 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 Rui Building, the owner of the convenience store where Liao Jie worked!" Tang Ping laughed.

"Tell me in detail!"

Lin Xian became interested and found that the events of the year did not only involve Liao Jie alone.

Tang Ping pondered for a moment, then said: "I don't know the specific situation, but I found out that Ji Rui Building changed its owner twenty years ago. to this convenience store.”

A well-known hotel with Rijin Doujin closed, disappeared for a while, and ran to open a convenience store? There is a story!

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

After pondering for a moment, Lin Xian asked, "How is the current business of Jiruilou?"

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