Who moved my novel?

"Where is he?" Old Zhu wiped his hands covered in dirt, frowned slightly and looked around: "This grandson, he ordered us around and did nothing!"

"What can we do?" A middle-aged driver handed a cigarette to Old Zhu: "A whole one?"

"Wait a minute." Old Zhu waved his hand: "I don't know where that grandson ran off to. Don't let him see us smoking, otherwise he will be nagging again."

"I have to extort some money." The middle-aged driver also smiled awkwardly and put the cigarette in his hand back into the cigarette box.

"That's right." Old Zhu nodded: "It's better to buy a few more pounds of pork to make dumplings at night with that money! I don't know where he ran off to..."

"Why don't you ask Boss Zhu?" The middle-aged driver pointed to Dong Peng, who had changed back into his own clothes and was smoking on the side of the road.

"Forget it, don't bother Boss Zhu." Old Zhu shook his head: "They are not here to work for us. They have already helped us load the truck."

"Isn't it because you are afraid that Boss Zhu will get anxious waiting?" The middle-aged driver smiled: "How about I go and ask?"

"Then...you go?" Old Zhu looked at the middle-aged driver.

Of course, he also wanted to leave quickly, but he owed Dong Peng several favors today, and he really didn't have the nerve to ask again.

"Okay!" The middle-aged driver nodded and walked towards Dong Peng.

"Boss Zhu." Walking behind Dong Peng, the middle-aged driver called Dong Peng in a low voice: "Boss Zhu, are you getting impatient waiting?"

"No hurry." Dong Peng shook his head: "Just took the opportunity to exercise, are you done?"

"Yes, I'm done." The middle-aged driver nodded: "Boss Zhu, did you see the cleaner?"

"Cleaner?" Dong Peng frowned slightly and thought for a while: "Are you talking about the person in charge who arranged your work before?"

"Hey! What kind of person in charge is he?" The middle-aged driver said disdainfully: "He is just a cleaner, just because he opened the door for us... Oh, let's not talk about this, did you see him? Let's go see him and we can go back."

"Oh, I have some impression." Dong Peng nodded, frowned slightly and thought for a while, and then said: "Just after you went in, he turned around the car a few times, and then... It seems that he went back with something in his arms?"

"Got back with something in his arms?" The middle-aged driver repeated Dong Peng's words.

"Yeah." Dong Peng nodded, pinched the cigarette butt in his hand and threw it into the trash can: "He went in through the door you entered. What? Didn't you see him?"

"No." Lao Zhu on the side also came over: "Boss Zhu, did you see what he took?"

"It was the things in the car." Dong Peng exhaled the smoke from his mouth: "Aren't you moving things together? How could you not see it?"

"Captain!" The middle-aged driver said angrily: "The box of tangerines that was lost was found! I said, Xiao Liu checked it several times at the time, how could the number be wrong!"

"These are all trivial matters, don't make a fuss." Lao Zhu waved his hand: "So that grandson is still in the office, he is pretending to be a big shot with us and deliberately not opening the door."

"What should we do?" The middle-aged driver frowned: "We can't always wait here, can we?"

"Go knock again." Lao Zhu shook his head helplessly: "What else can we do if we don't knock? Do we ignore him and leave? Will he come next time!"

"Alas!" The middle-aged driver sighed, but there was nothing he could do.

"How about I go with you?" Dong Peng thought for a moment and said, "Although I'm not familiar with the people here, I still have some money, which is enough to scare a cleaner."

"Then I'll trouble you!" The middle-aged driver responded without waiting for Lao Zhu to nod: "Boss Zhu, you really helped us a lot today! You will be our boss in the future!"

"Okay, okay." Dong Peng waved his hand and pointed to the front: "How do we go? Can you lead the way?"

"Okay, okay." Lao Zhu nodded and led the way in front: "Just follow me!"

After walking through a winding corridor with Lao Zhu, everyone stopped in front of a small door.

"That's it, I'll go knock on the door first, and if he really bullies me too much later, I'll trouble you." The middle-aged driver looked at Dong Peng and said gratefully.

"Okay." Dong Peng nodded, but then frowned slightly: "Hurry up, the blood smell here is a bit strong, probably because they just killed a pig."

"Okay, okay, thank you for your help." The middle-aged driver thanked him again and walked towards the door.

"Knock knock knock!" The middle-aged driver knocked on the door gently.

"..."The room was quiet and no one responded.

"Knock knock knock!" The middle-aged driver slightly increased the strength.

"..."Still no one responded.

"Bang bang bang!" This time, the middle-aged driver directly changed to banging on the door: "Lao Guo! Lao Guo! We are going back. We are here to give you money. Open the door!"

"..."Still no one responded.

"Let me try." Dong Peng walked over and said as he walked: "Some small people just like to bully others by taking advantage of their power."

"I am really sorry to bother you." The middle-aged driver smiled embarrassedly and stepped aside.

"It's okay." Dong Peng nodded, stretched out his hand to knock on the door, and said: "My friend, I am a magic weapon dealer. Your place..."

"Wait!" He suddenly stopped talking in the middle of his words: "This smell is wrong. The closer you get to this door, the stronger the blood smell!"

"Move aside!" Dong Peng asked the middle-aged driver to stand aside, and he stepped back a little, then took a few quick steps forward and kicked.

"Bang!" With a loud noise from the door, the old door lock was kicked open directly, and the wooden door creaked and slowly opened inwards.