Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Balcony Sounds (20)

The car was driving smoothly on the road. The driver said something to make conversation: "Hey guys, it's so hot and the smell of the garbage dump is so strong. What are you doing there?"

Fang Hui was too lazy to answer.

Ning Helan yawned and leaned back in his seat, feeling sleepy. The ugly chicken also dozed off with its hair all over its body like its owner.

Ning Guohua smiled and took over the conversation: "Hey, looking for something."

"What are you looking for?" The driver asked casually.

For their business, sitting in the car all day long, it would be really boring if they didn't chat with the passengers passing by.

"Oh, nothing." Ning Guohua didn't want to say more.

But the driver was a curious person, and asked immediately: "I guess it must be something important, right? Otherwise, I wouldn't let an old man like you go to such a place in such weather."

Ning Guohua smiled and continued the driver's words: "Master guessed right, it is an important thing. Two grandsons at home had a quarrel and broke a vase left by their father. Unexpectedly, before I got home, these two bastards were afraid of being scolded by me and threw it into the trash can..."

"Vase? It must be an antique, right? Is it very valuable?" The driver's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Fang Hui didn't know that this fat Ning was a liar, but he couldn't expose him, so he could only remain silent.

Ning Helan had fallen asleep a long time ago, and his head was still nodding.

Ning Guohua sighed leisurely, shook his head and said, "It's not worth much, it's just a clay jar, but it was the first gift my child gave me after he started working, and I have kept it as a treasure."

The driver also heard something wrong from these words: "Old man, your child..."

"Died," Ning Guohua said, with a hint of sadness on his face, "So Master, do you think I should get the vase back?"

"Yes, yes!" The driver said as he glanced at the two "culprits" behind him in the rearview mirror, "Old man, if I were you, if you didn't find it for me today, you wouldn't let me go home. You're really... ignorant!"

The words were said to Ning Guohua, but the meaning behind the words were directed at Ning Helan and Fang Hui. Fang

Hui resisted the urge to curse and secretly rolled his eyes.

Ning Guohua resisted a smile and glanced at the two "ignorant" children behind him.

After hearing what Ning Guohua said, the driver felt sad and even drove faster than before, fearing that the old man would miss the opportunity.

The journey that was supposed to take half an hour was completed in less than 20 minutes.

"Old man, go and look for it quickly. It would be bad if someone else took it!" The driver even asked with concern when getting off the car.

"Thank you." Ning Guohua smiled.

"Ding, the money has arrived at Zhibaobao, 50 yuan."

Ning Helan took out his mobile phone to scan the code and paid, then said to Ning Guohua: "Grandpa, do you want to reimburse me for the bus fare?" "

Didn't you take the bus?" Ning Guohua put his hands behind his back.

"If I hadn't thought you were uncomfortable riding other bikes, I would have come here on my own."

"Hey kid, I can ride a shared bike if you let me."

"Grandpa, did you forget that you sprained your waist last time you rode?"

Then Ning Guohua stopped talking, and Ning Helan threw his hands at him: "So, the toll is fifty yuan."

Ning Guohua slapped Ning Helan's hand away: "Let's get down to business first! Will yours be less, you little bastard?"

Fang Hui next to him didn't understand why the two of them would argue for so long over fifty yuan, he just knew it was sunny here now.

Although it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when we got here, the summer sun would not stop shining just because it was evening.

The road to the East City Landfill has not been repaired yet, and it takes five minutes to walk to the gate of the landfill.

And when the summer wind blows, the smell of the landfill will drift over.

Fang Hui covered his nose before he got close.

When he arrived at the gate of the landfill, Fang Hui's facial features were distorted.

There were mountains of garbage, piles and hills, as far as the eye could see.

Rotten food, rusty metal, scrapped home appliances, and various mixed liquid substances mixed into an indescribable stench.

In addition, the sun has been scorching for several days, the temperature is high, and various bacteria and microorganisms are fermenting. The smell is so sour.

Fang Hui couldn't help but turned around and vomited, and even the ugly chicken seemed to be smoked by the stench and twitched with a "crack".

"Brother Rooster, Brother Rooster?" Ning Helan held the rooster and shook it. The rooster's comb collapsed, its eyes were closed, and it was foaming at the mouth.

"Grandpa, will Brother Rooster be okay?" Ning Helan looked at Ning Guohua worriedly.

Ning Guohua didn't even turn his head: "It's okay, don't worry about it. "

The stench in here was strong. Ning Helan looked at her little white shoes that were stained with the surrounding sewage, frowned, and covered her mouth and nose.

"Hey hey hey! What are you doing? ! "Suddenly, a man came running from not far away, wearing the same uniform as a sanitation worker with a name tag on his chest.

Ning Helan glanced at it casually and saw the name of the garbage station manager: Feng Zhitong.

Feng Zhitong was about fifty years old, with a beer belly, and some sweat stains on his clothes.

In his baggy trouser pockets, there were marks from cigarette boxes and lighters.

Ning Guohua walked up cheerfully: "Hello, we are here to look for something."

"Looking for something? What kind of things can there be here? They are all waste. "Feng Zhitong looked up and down at the fat old man in front of him. Judging from his clothes, he was not the kind of person who needed to be collected as junk.

"It's because my children at home were ignorant and threw away my souvenirs. Those things are very meaningful to me, otherwise who would come here specially?" Ning Guohua said.

"What souvenirs?" Feng Zhitong asked, "Isn't it something confidential?"

"No, no, no, how could it be?" Ning Guohua waved his hands hurriedly, "It's just an ordinary thing."

Feng Zhitong obviously didn't trust him, his eyes swirled back and forth between the few people: "Recently, some foreign elements have been looking for our country's secrets by rummaging through trash cans. I see that you guys are not junk dealers, are you also some foreign forces?"

"Oh, of course not, leader, I'm really here to find souvenirs." Feng Guohua's eyes fell on Feng Zhitong's trouser pockets, and he laughed, "Xiao Lan, take out the pack of cigarettes in the bag."

Ning Helan flipped through the burlap bag he brought with him and took out a pack of Huanghelou from it.

Ning Guohua happily opened the cigarette and handed two to Feng Zhitong.

Feng Zhitong was addicted to cigarettes. When he was addicted, he would only smoke one pack a day. He could not afford expensive cigarettes. He could not afford the ones from Huanghelou, which cost nearly 100 yuan a pack. He could not afford them normally.

Seeing Ning Guohua's kind face, Feng Zhitong took the cigarette, took out a lighter from his pocket, lit one, and took a puff impatiently.

"Huh..." After a long breath, Feng Zhitong showed a satisfied smile on his face, "When did you lose your things? This place is cleaned regularly. If it has been a long time, it must be gone."

"It was yesterday or the day before yesterday, not long ago."

Feng Zhitong smoked a cigarette, hummed twice and stopped talking.

"Excuse me, leader, where is Area 4?" Ning Guohua looked like he would not stop them.

Feng Zhitong held a cigarette in his mouth and pointed in the direction of three o'clock: "There."

After thanking Feng Zhitong, several people prepared to leave. Feng Zhitong shouted to them: "Don't stay too long."

"Oh, I understand. Thank you, leader." Ning Guohua smiled.

Fang Hui's face was not good. Firstly, it was because the smell in here was too bad, and secondly, he didn't know why Ning Guohua was so polite to this person. He was just a janitor at the garbage dump. At first, his attitude was so arrogant: "Uncle Ning, why are you so polite to him?"

Ning Guohua put his hands behind his back: "What's wrong with being polite? Look, haven't we come in?"

"I think he looks like a bully who only bullies the weak and fears the strong. If you are a little more aggressive, he will let us in." Fang Hui said, pinching his nose.

"Fang Hui, you only looked at him a few times, how can you judge that he is a bully who only bullies the weak and fears the strong?" Ning Guohua was a little surprised that Fang Hui had such a prejudice.

Fang Hui was speechless. He was just not used to asking others to do things for him, let alone being rude to a janitor. Ning

Helan, who was standing next to him, looked at Fang Hui a few times and couldn't help asking him, "Were you always aggressive in the past?"

"..." Fang Hui was even more speechless.

"Fang Hui, I heard that people with hyperthyroidism have a bad temper, are easily angered, and have thick necks, so do you want to go to the hospital to see a doctor?" Ning Helan asked seriously.

Fang Hui didn't react at first, and when he did, Ning Helan had already walked to the front: "No, who do you think has a thick neck?!"

The garbage area No. 4 has much less garbage than other places, and it looks like it has just been cleaned up.

"Could it be that the body has been cleaned up..." Fang Hui said, looking at the garbage pile in front of him.

"Probably not." Ning Guohua walked forward, looking here and there.

"Is your grandpa going to rummage through the garbage?" Fang Hui whispered beside Ning Helan.

"...I don't think he will rummage through it himself..." Ning Helan hadn't finished speaking when he heard Ning Guohua calling the two people over there.

"Xiao Lan, Fang Hui, come over here."

"...He will ask us to rummage through it..." Ning Helan shrugged.

“No way…” Fang Hui’s face looked as if he had eaten a dead fly.

Ning Guohua said to the two of them: “You go and look through it, Xiao Lan, look this way, Fang Hui, look that way…”

“I won’t! It’s so disgusting!” Fang Hui refused immediately.

Ning Helan’s face turned pale.

Ning Guohua glanced at the two of them: “There are masks and rubber gloves in the bag…”

When Fang Hui saw the masks and gloves, he secretly scolded Ning Pangpang in his heart, saying that this old man was well prepared!

Wasn’t he preparing to dig a hole for himself from the beginning?

Ning Guohua glanced at Fang Hui indifferently: “Don’t you want to gain good karma?”

“…” Fang Hui lost his temper after hearing this. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the gloves in hatred.

Ning Guohua looked at Ning Helan. His grandson's appearance and temperament were indeed out of place in the garbage dump. However, Ning Helan ignored his gaze and said nothing. He turned and walked away.

"Stop." Ning Guohua grabbed Ning Helan's collar. "Xiao Lan, where are you going?"