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Kong Heng was silent for a while, as if he was surprised by Zhao Fuqiang's words, but also as if he was thinking about it.

After about two minutes, Kong Heng said, "Okay, where do you want to meet?"

Zhao Fuqiang breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the time on his watch, "The coffee shop on the first floor of Yanlord Building, see you at half past ten."

"Okay, remember to bring the money. If you want to play tricks, don't blame me for tricking you!" Kong Heng said a harsh word and hung up the phone.

It's half past nine.

Zhao Fuqiang stepped on the gas and went to the drugstore first and bought a bottle of melatonin.

Back in the car, I found a thermos cup, crushed ten melatonin pills, wrapped them in paper towels, and then went straight to the coffee shop.

It was ten-fifteen when he went in.

Ordered two cups of coffee.

He had a latte and Kong Heng had a cup of Fruita White. In Kong Heng's cup, he poured all the melatonin crushed into powder into the bag.

Half past ten.

A bald man comes in.

Wearing tight pants and an embroidered suit, he looks like a street kid.

The streetwalker scanned around the entrance of the coffee shop and accurately found Zhao Fuqiang. He walked straight over and sat down opposite Zhao Fuqiang. He touched his bald head and threw the car keys on the table. "I'm here." Where’s the money?”

He suddenly sat down, startling Zhao Fuqiang.

Zhao Fuqiang subconsciously leaned back, put a little distance away from him, and looked up and down at the bald man opposite him, "Are you Kong Heng?"

Kong Heng rolled his eyes, grabbed the coffee cup and took a sip, "If it's not Kong Heng, what am I doing sitting here? Smell your old man smell?"

Zhao Fuqiang was scolded, but he was not annoyed. Seeing Kong Heng taking a sip of coffee without warning, Zhao Fuqiang smiled and said, "We have been together for so long, and we finally meet. You and your sister don't look alike."

"Stop talking nonsense and give me the money quickly!" Kong Heng said impatiently, leaning half of his body on the back of the chair, with one arm on the back of the chair and one arm on the table. He crossed his legs and his feet trembled. Trembling.

Zhao Fuqiang said: "It's okay to give money, but I want to know, where is your sister buried?"

The irritation on Kong Heng's face froze, and he was obviously guilty. His eyes evaded, he licked his lips, paused for about half a minute, and then said irritably again: "It has nothing to do with you!"

He grabbed the coffee cup and took another sip.

Zhao Fuqiang saw the expression on his face clearly, and became more and more convinced that there was something fishy in it.

Thinking of being extorted so much money continuously, Zhao Fuqiang felt angry and said to Kong Heng, "I dreamed of her yesterday. She scolded me for being sorry for her and asked me to kowtow at her grave to admit my mistake."

Kong Heng's face suddenly looked ugly with surprise, and he looked at Zhao Fuqiang in astonishment.

Zhao Fuqiang continued: "In the dream, she cried very hard. She said she missed me very much and asked me why I didn't go to her grave to see her. She said that if I didn't go, she would never let me go."

"Impossible!" Kong Heng said immediately.

Zhao Fuqiang immediately asked without pause: "Why?"

"Because my sister doesn't even..." With a bald tongue, Kong Heng quickly interrupted himself, "There's no reason why. My sister hates you so much. How could she want to see you? Don't talk nonsense. Besides, in this world, No ghost!"

He grabbed the coffee cup to drink.

But when I grabbed it, I couldn't hold it firmly and almost knocked over the coffee cup.

The coffee cup shook twice on the table. Just before it fell, he managed to hold it on, grabbed it, and took several sips.

He almost finished a cup of coffee. He wiped his mouth casually and said to Zhao Fuqiang: "Will you pay me or not? If you don't, I will go find your wife!"

Zhao Fuqiang is even more convinced that there is something fishy involved.

"I want to go to your sister's grave. The dream last night was too scary. I have to go. You also said that your sister hates me. I have to go to her grave to atone for my sins. She will not give me dreams for no reason. She She must be angry that I didn’t go to see her, if you take me there, I’ll give you two million.”

Kong Heng waved his hand, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhao Fuqiang asked, "You don't want money? I just went to your sister's grave to express my condolences, not to dig her grave. Why were you so excited when you refused?"

Kong Heng stared at Zhao Fuqiang with a choked look on his face, and rubbed his bald head irritably, "Anyway, it doesn't work!"

"What if I insist on going?"

"Then there's no need to discuss, I'll go find your wife!" Kong Heng slapped the table.

It made other people in the coffee shop look over.

Kong Heng looked like a gangster and was not afraid of the eyes of others.

Zhao Fuqiang looked at him, "Then go ahead. I'm more afraid of your sister in the dream than my wife. She's a ghost!"

Kong Heng was furious, "Are you sick? There are no ghosts in this world!"

"Anyway, I dreamed about it, so I firmly believe that there is a ghost. Moreover, what does my dream about ghosts have to do with you? I just went to your sister's grave to burn some paper, and I didn't delay paying you. Why don't you agree? If you In this case, I have to wonder if your sister is not dead?"

Bang.

The coffee cup in front of Kong Heng did not escape the fate of falling to the ground.

Fortunately, he had finished his cup of coffee and only dropped an empty cup.

"Fart! My sister is dead. She died while giving you an abortion. You owe my sister. This is a fact. You just don't want to pay, right? Then I'll go find your wife now!"

Kong Heng stood up, kicked away the coffee cup that fell on the ground, and strode out.

Zhao Fuqiang didn't stop him.

Kong Heng walked a few steps and saw that Zhao Fuqiang didn't come to stay with him. He turned back in confusion, "Am I really going?"

His emphasis made Zhao Fuqiang completely believe Jiang Ningning's words.

No one is dead!

Clenching his fists, Zhao Fu suppressed his anger and said, "Go."

"Aren't you afraid?" Kong Heng asked in a loud voice without leaving.

The coffee shop clerk hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Sir, please lower your voice a little so as not to disturb other customers."

Kong Heng glared at the clerk, but didn't say anything else. He just pointed at Zhao Fuqiang and said, "Come out here."

Zhao Fuqiang nodded apologetically to the clerk and followed him out.

As soon as he walked out of the coffee shop, Kong Heng yelled at the top of his lungs: "You bastard, you killed my sister and you didn't even pay compensation? Are you still a human being?"

Zhao Fuqiang still said the same thing, "I want to go to her grave."

Kong Heng stared at Zhao Fuqiang for half a minute, "Then wait, I'll call and ask."

Zhao Fuqiang was stunned by these words.

Ask?

what?

Seeing Kong Heng take out his mobile phone and go to the side to make a call, Zhao Fuqiang was a little confused again.

Did he think too much?

Someone died?

I don’t know who Kong Heng called. He spoke very politely to the other party. After saying a few words, he turned to ask Zhao Fuqiang, “Did you say that if I take you to my sister’s grave, you will give me a One and a half million."

It was half a million more than what was agreed before.