Chapter 978 Bargaining

The meeting place between Old Man Geng and Zhang Heng was at a hot pot restaurant on the first floor. There was a huge Chaoshan Beef Balls sign outside the door, but the front door was not big. There were stairs directly after entering the door. You need to climb to the second floor to actually enter the hot pot restaurant.

As soon as Zhang Heng got out of the car, he noticed a few sneaky guys wandering around disguised as passers-by or people doing small businesses nearby, but without exception, they were all paying attention to the movement outside the hot pot restaurant.

Based on what happened before, these people should be the people sent by Mr. G to protect the safety of Old Man Geng.

Zhang Heng and Old Man Geng haven’t seen each other for a while since they were separated last time. The latter is the middleman of this transaction, helping to connect buyers and sellers. He knows a lot, so it’s not surprising that he will be targeted. After being attacked by the bosozoku last time, he probably went back to tidy up for his own safety, and then moved to the first floor.

Zhang Heng ignored the people downstairs and walked upstairs.

Old Man Geng and his supplier friends had arrived early and had already ordered the food.

When Zhang Heng's figure appeared, Old Man Geng immediately stood up and waved, then handed over the menu, "Let's see what else you want to eat. You're welcome. I'll pay the bill. It will be included in your reward for protecting me before. "

Different from the previous meetings, Old Man Geng was obviously much more enthusiastic this time.

Mainly because he has already seen Zhang Heng's skills. No matter when, it never hurts to be polite to people you can't afford to offend. What's more, Zhang Heng saved Old Man Geng once before.

"No, just order." Zhang Heng said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

So Old Man Geng casually added another plate of beef and shrimp slippery and returned the menu to the waiter on the side.

Taking advantage of the time before serving the food, Zhang Heng raised his head and looked at the man next to Old Geng. He was younger than Old Geng. He looked like he was in his early forties. He had a good figure and the muscles on his arms showed. He should be engaged in physical work. In addition, the marks on his wrists indicate that he often wears gloves. A pair of small eyes flicker vigilantly. This not only shows that he does not trust Zhang Heng very much, but also shows that what he is doing now is probably inappropriate. Not very legal.

"Let me introduce it to you," Old Man Geng said. "This is my supplier and an old friend. He provides me with more than half of the goods in the House of Old Things. After selling, I get We will split the profit 50-50. Of course, if you want to buy it directly from him, you can, he is..."

Before Old Man Geng finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man next to him. He stretched out his hand and said, "Just call me Gold Digger, that's what everyone around me calls me."

Seeing this, Zhang Heng extended his hand to shake the gold digger's hand, and then introduced himself, "Zhang Heng."

"Listen, Zhang Heng, you were introduced by Lao Geng, which is why I am willing to come to see you, but I also have my own rules. Some things are better made clear in advance, that is, you make a deal with me. Don't ask too many questions when you come. Whether it's the source of the thing or anything related to me, you'd better not say too much. We pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. It's fair and reasonable. In addition, once I find out that you have done something about the transaction with me. Tell others and our deal will also be terminated," said the gold digger.

Zhang Heng nodded, "Sounds reasonable."

"Very good." The gold digger was also very satisfied with Zhang Heng's cooperation and understanding, and his wary eyes at Zhang Heng softened a little, "As long as we cooperate happily, we won't be able to get to know each other more once we get to know each other."

"That's great." Zhang Heng said calmly.

Old man Geng on the side had no time to interrupt, and he was sweating on his forehead. Although he had repeatedly reminded the gold digger to be polite before Zhang Heng came, the latter obviously didn't take it to heart and was still using the same set of things he used to deal with him. Zhang Heng, and judging from his appearance, he obviously felt that he was in control of the situation and was quite complacent.

But Old Man Geng himself has learned a lot from the past and knows that Zhang Heng has never been someone who can be easily controlled. The reason why he behaves so politely is because what the gold digger is saying has nothing to do with his interests.

But before Old Man Geng had time to remind his old friend, the hot pot restaurant on the other side had already started serving food.

The gold digger naturally led himself into the position of the host and began to invite Zhang Heng to eat. Zhang Heng was also "sensible" as always, and the three of them quickly finished two plates of beef.

The gold digger enjoyed his meal and unbuttoned his shirt. While shouting for the waiter to turn up the air conditioner, he finally changed the subject, "Old Geng said what are you collecting...well, shellac records ."

"Yes." Zhang Heng put the sweet potato slices into the pot and then asked, "Can you help me find them?"

"This thing is not easy to get." The gold digger said, "Old Geng told you, shellac records are rare, especially in the space below. Although I can help you find it, I have to pay a lot of effort myself. The price, but since you are Lao Geng’s friend, I won’t ask you too much, just... four thousand credits for one piece.”

"One hundred." Zhang Heng did not raise his head.

"What?" The gold digger suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"One hundred pieces." Zhang Heng said calmly.

It's coming, it's coming.

Old Geng on the other side smiled bitterly. He recalled that when the two met for the first time, he initially offered three thousand, but Zhang Heng's counter-offer was also one hundred. Now it seems that the latter was really not aimed at him, but It’s the same price for everyone.

"Say it again." The gold digger puffed his beard and glared.

"One hundred pieces, and I want a lot. You'd better find a way to find more."

"Boy, are you looking for trouble? Didn't you hear me say that this thing is rare, do I have to pay a price if I want to get it?" The gold digger said as he slapped his chopsticks on the table.

"I heard it, but I didn't believe a word of it." Zhang Heng said, also putting down his chopsticks, "Are you from the garbage treatment plant, working on the fifth floor? You secretly picked up some old objects that looked like they might be useful from the garbage. Give it to Old Man Geng to help you sell it."

"Did you tell him?" The gold digger turned to look at Old Man Geng beside him angrily.

Seeing this, Old Man Geng quickly shook his head, "It's not me, it's not me. We have been friends for so many years. Have you ever seen me betray you?"

"Then how did he know?" The gold digger still looked suspicious after hearing Old Man Geng's explanation.

"Don't think blindly, it's your dress that told me, and to be honest, the channels for these things are limited. They basically come from the fourth and fifth floors. But judging from your appearance, you probably live on the second floor at most. You are It's impossible to contact the upper-level buyers, and it's impossible to sell these old items for money based on their income, so the answer is actually obvious." Zhang Hengdao.

"Although you changed into casual clothes before coming here, there are traces on your hands from wearing gloves all year round. You still wear waterproof boots on hot days. You also suffer from certain waist diseases. You never sit down. Starting here, I have seen you stretch your waist at least three times, but your strong arms show that you do not usually sit in the office. Then the problem comes. You often wear gloves and boots, and you need to bend down constantly. , and you can come into contact with old things. I can't think of any other place for such a job besides the garbage disposal plant. In addition, you warned me not to ask questions when you first came up. You also explained from the side that in accordance with the work regulations, You're not supposed to take those old things out of the garbage disposal."