"You can beat me or kill me as you like. I will never betray my hired gun." The man under Jiang He was still able to speak. The man who had just been kicked from behind by him was grinning to show his toughness.
"Er Gouzi, what the hell are you talking about?" The boss here was furious. Aren't you clearly telling others that we were hired to fight them?
"Boss, don't worry, I will never betray you and that woman." Er Gouzi quickly said that he would definitely keep his mouth shut.
"Would you please shut up?" The boss spat out another mouthful of blood.
When Er Gouzi saw his boss vomiting blood, he quickly shouted, "Brother, don't be angry. I will never tell him that the woman's surname is Lin."
"Bang!" The old man knocked himself unconscious with his powerful kung fu.
Er Gouzi said, "What did you do to our boss? I won't let you bully our boss." Then he climbed up as if he had the power of the ancient times, and rushed towards Jiang He. However, he didn't see that a brick suddenly appeared under his feet, and then his head hit the wall behind his boss, and then he fainted.
"Hiss, too brutal, too cruel." Jiang He said while shaking his head as he walked out of the alley, tidied his clothes, took out a large bag of things he had packed earlier from the space, walked into the third alley, came to the door of the last house, knocked gently three times, and paused.
"Who is it? What are you doing here?" A hoarse voice came from inside the door, a bit like the opening tone of a horror movie.
"I sell tea. I was introduced by Sister Liu who owns the shop." Jiang He told him the code word that the woman from the supply and marketing cooperative gave him.
"Squeak!" A pair of eyes appeared from a small gap in the wooden door in front of him. The eyes looked him up and down before opening the door and saying, "Come in."
"Okay." Jiang He didn't say anything and followed him in with his bag on his back.
"Don't say anything here, just make gestures. You can exchange money and goods by yourselves, but you are not allowed to cause trouble." The old man who led him hunched over and opened a box in the room. Inside the box was a staircase. "Go in."
Jiang He didn't say anything, he just lifted his legs and started walking down. After walking for about a minute, he came to a small door guarded by two tall men. "Where's the cop?"
Jiang He immediately handed over the red note that the woman had given him. The big man opposite opened it and took a look, then tore off half of it and gave it to him. "I've already told you the rules inside, don't make trouble." As he said that, he lifted the door curtain at the back.
Jiang He didn't say anything. He lowered his head and walked out. His vision became much wider. He really didn't expect that the black man in this place would come here.
The stall owners on both sides were wearing hats wrapped with black cloth, probably because they were afraid of being recognized by others. Thinking of this, Jiang He took out a mask from his bag and put it on his face.
"Hey, comrade, do you have malted milk?" Jiang He was wandering around when he heard someone ask him. He turned around and saw a man with a black cloth covering his face, looking at him hopefully. "Yes, what do you have? I don't want money."
Although malted milk disappeared from everyone's sight in the previous life, there are still some processing factories that produce it, and its nutritional value is much higher than before. Jiang He also stockpiled some of it symbolically, so as long as he tore off the outer layer of packaging, the other party would have no clues no matter what he wanted to check.
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