Chapter 413 Black Tea and Night Talk

"Thank you, thank you, thanks to you this time," the chemistry teacher kept thanking under the bridge, and at the same time, according to the agreement, handed Zhang Heng a wad of money from the kraft paper bag, and said expectantly, "Next Can I still find you for this transaction?"

Zhang Heng looked at the little boy in the back row.

The latter thought for a while, and gave a series of phone numbers, "Call first, no matter whether there is anyone answering, hang up immediately, and call again in half an hour, don't say unnecessary words in it, don't reveal your identity, Let’s leave the meeting place here, so just tell us the time.”

"Okay, okay." The chemistry teacher said repeatedly, and stuffed the kraft paper bag into the innermost part of the jacket.

"Good luck." Zhang Heng said, starting the car.

The figure of the chemistry teacher kept going away in the rearview mirror until it was completely submerged in darkness.

"I'm lucky, I earned 4,000 euros in one night." Zhang Heng said, and took out 10 200 face value coins from the pile of money and gave them to the little boy.

The latter frowned, "You don't owe me that much money."

"This is not the money I owe you, but the share of this job."

"I don't want it. It's your credit. I didn't even get out of the car." The little boy said.

"The knowledge you have taught me along the way on how to use modern information systems to track is worth so much money."

"But I regret it a little now."

"Why?"

"Because you don't look like a good person, why are you so skilled in dealing with those Albanians, don't you have any fear in your heart, how did you bring down four people by yourself? Where did the gun come from, How do you know that if you threaten them with Jonathan, they will let us go, have you done similar things before? Did you really lose your ID, or is it because you are wanted?"

"It seems that you have a lot of doubts about me. If I can't give you a satisfactory explanation, what will you do? Call the police, or just drive me away."

The little boy snorted, "I drive you away so that you can join those Albanians and become real criminals, don't even think about it, I will keep an eye on you."

"Yes." Zhang Heng took another thousand out of the two thousand euros, "This month's rent and arrears."

The little boy finally took the money this time, and at the same time he did not forget to add, "There is also food expenses, which will be calculated with you at the end of the month."

"OK."

Zhang Heng went to the parking lot to return the car, and then took the bus with the little boy back to his residence, but it started to rain halfway, and the two people without umbrellas were drenched in the cold, and it was almost 12 o'clock when they got home.

The two went to take a shower first and changed into clean clothes, but they didn't feel sleepy after this. The little boy simply boiled a pot of black tea and asked Zhang Heng, "Do you want a cup?"

"How much?"

"Do I look like such a mean person?"

"I don't know, do you?"

The little boy rolled his eyes and stuffed the brewed black tea into Zhang Heng's hand.

"Sorry, I haven't spent too long with you before, and I haven't had time to get to know you."

After the tea in the cup cooled a bit, Zhang Heng took a sip. The taste was very ordinary, and the aftertaste after the bitterness was not obvious. It should be a high-end product bought casually in the supermarket.

The little boy poured himself a cup, then took a cushion and put it under the window, took off the slippers on his feet, sat cross-legged, stroked the little crocodile with one hand, picked up the teacup with the other, took a sip of steaming black tea, and let out a cry Sigh of contentment.

The raindrops hit the glass, making a pleasant ticking sound, winding into tiny water patterns. For a long time, the two of them didn't speak, just drinking the black tea in their hands.

Until Zhang Heng broke the silence, "You advised Jonathan to give up and accept the reality, why didn't you accept the reality yourself."

"Um?"

"As you said, you are fighting an unwinnable war, so why do you continue to fight?"

"Why should I answer your question?" The little boy squinted, then moved his buttocks, changed his sitting position, spread his legs apart and stretched twice without caring about his image.

"Anyway, idle is idle."

"Ha, don't try to take stereotypes from me. 01 has training in this area. I got an A+. Why didn't you tell me why you were a spy for Black Nest."

"Because...they look more like winners?"

"Yeah, if you only work for winners, you'll never lose, that's the logic of smart people," the little boy sneered, "but do you know what's wrong with smart people, they're too smart sometimes ... Forget it, let’s not talk about me, let’s talk about you, you can try to continue the story of your parallel universe, I almost forget what the world was like twelve years ago, come on , to see how many memories you can evoke in me."

"Well, it's not really that different. You know, people still care about their own affairs. Compared with the political, economic and messy big news, people always care about their wallets. They will be on the Internet. Speak for the weak, cry out for justice, but that's all... On the contrary, you, after twelve years, you have changed quite a bit."

"Really, where have I changed?"

"At that time, you were really like your ID. You looked like a tomboy. The whole person was like a tight bow, always thinking of proving something. I can't imagine you in normal life. What is it like."

"Huh." The little boy drank the lipstick tea again.

"But I'm glad you haven't changed much on the inside. You could have done otherwise, hiding kindness and justice under that cold exterior."

"Do you know that even if you say so, I won't charge you less rent." The little boy said with a straight face.

"You invited me to drink black tea, I must do something."

"Well, it's unqualified. Your set of lies is full of loopholes. I can't bear to watch you continue to perform." The little boy paused, put the empty teacup on the window sill, and picked up the little crocodile on his lap.

"It's okay to tell you... When you were young, you always had a lot of ideals. When you were a teenager, you would feel that you were the master of the world. When you saw something wrong, you would want to change it. Put everything wrong. The building blocks of the position are rearranged, and the dust on the table is cleaned. At that time, you really wanted to make the world a better place, but when you get older, you will find that the world is not like this, and people don’t pay attention to right and wrong. .

"In the adult world, all you care about is profit. You see injustice, you see things that are wrong and need to be corrected, but everyone keeps silent. No one resists. Everyone tells themselves that the world is like this, and I Should follow the rules and endure the injustice, because the cost of changing it is too great, I can't do it alone, my voice is too small... so the world sometimes seems like a magical scene black comedy.

"I mean, I understand how the world works, and I understand that everything is about interests, but that doesn't mean right and wrong don't exist outside of interests, right is right and wrong is Wrong, this is not a dialectical relationship on a philosophical level, I think Black Nest is wrong, they may be the final winner, OK, I admit this, but it is a pity that victory does not represent justice, and since you know If they make a mistake, I will continue to fight, and 01 will continue to fight, even if no one is willing to stand by our side." The little boy said seriously.