The lender has no objection to Xia Qiu's behavior of digging out his own customers, or because Jiang Feihong said hello, it is inconvenient to have any opinions.

I got the list, and I simply chose Xia Qiu and came to the door.

He thought the trade would go as smoothly as the first time, but the facts proved that his thoughts were not down-to-earth enough.

"I have a one-year lifespan for 500,000 yuan? How much can I get for ten years at once?"

"Does it sell luck? How can luck be sold? I still rely on it to win cards! By the way, can I exchange my life for some luck?"

"High school knowledge? OK, okay, you took it away... Hey? You said I don't have knowledge, ah, I forgot that I never went to high school at all."

Xia Qiu felt that she had entered the vegetable market. The calculating uncle and aunt were picky and choose. This one was not new and that one was not cost-effective. If you buy more, you should have a discounted price. If you buy less, you should ask for scraps.

Those gamblers are even more outrageous. They just want to buy luck from him instead.

There are also two people who are pretentious and have paranoid diseases. One asks and the other asks, but they don’t trade anything, and they look like “I want to shop around” and “You must want to make a difference in my price.”

At nine o'clock in the evening, Xia Qiu decided to make another transaction and end the work. He had called the other party and made an appointment to meet downstairs.

According to the information provided by the lender, the other party was named Wang Xiangwen, who was 45 years old.

The sky was very dark, and the dim light was shining under the street lights of the light. The shadow of a thin middle-aged man was cast on the asphalt road and wandered in the cold wind.

Summer and autumn approach.

"Wang Xiangwen?"

The middle-aged man stopped and looked at Xia Qiu vigilantly. His face was haggard and his beard was unshaven.

He didn't say anything, and waited for Xia Qiu to speak.

"We were on the phone before." Xia Qiu said.

"Can you lend me money?" Wang Xiangwen's voice was as tired as his spirit.

"good."

"I have already mortgaged all the things that can be mortgaged."

"What I want is not your house and car."

"Then what do you want?"

Look around in summer and autumn, there are sporadic pedestrians on the road.

"Go to my house and talk." Wang Xiangwen led Xia Qiu upstairs.

When I stepped into his door, the living room was empty and the kitchen was empty, and even the lights were not complete. There was a hole on the top of the living room and three holes on the top of the dining table.

Before, Xia Qiu could not imagine that his family was barely barred, but now there is a reference.

Wang Xiangwen turned on the lights in the entrance hall: "Everything that can be sold is sold."

The two of them sat down at the dining table. The tables and chairs were worn and difficult to sell, otherwise they would not even have a seat.

"Why is Mr. Wang short of money?" Xia Qiu was puzzled. Although Wang Xiangwen was haggard, his temperament and behavior were not as good as those dirty projects.

"My son drove drunk and killed, and injured someone. If he gave him more money, the victim agreed to write a letter of understanding."

When he said this, Wang Xiangwen's facial features were numb and his eyes were not fluctuating.

Xia Qiu nodded, it turned out that his son was cheating on his father.

He got to the point: "Have you seen "Pawnshop No. 8"?"

“Buy and sell organs?”

"It's good to see it. Before that, please make an agreement with me."

"you say."

Although he mistakenly thought that Xia Qiu was doing organ trading, Wang Xiangwen did not wince at all.

Xia Qiu took out a one-yuan coin from his pocket and pressed it on the table: "I used this coin to exchange for the memories about me in Mr. Wang's mind."

"What?"

Wang Xiangwen raised the forehead and for a moment he suspected that something had happened to his ear. When his brain replayed Xia Qiu's words, he also suspected that something had something happened to Xia Qiu's mind.

Exchange memories? What a fantasy!

He wanted to see off the guests, stood up and took a step, and stood there in a daze.

He stared blankly at the empty chair in front of him. Where was the person sitting here just now?

His eyes never left the other person, and the other person suddenly disappeared.

Is he too worried and tired these days, and has something wrong with his brain?

No, that one dollar coin is still on the table!

“This agreement is the basis of our transaction.”

The voice came from behind, and Wang Xiangwen was shocked and quickly turned around to look at the balcony.

Xia Qiu, who was just on the chair, is now standing by the window.

Wang Xiangwen blinked, and the figure by the window dissipated again. He stared at the empty balcony with dry eyes.

"Don't panic, my existence is relatively weak, so if you are not careful, you will lose my trace."

Wang Xiangwen turned around again, and Xia Qiu returned to the chair.

Existing indifference?

Wang Xiangwen devoted all his energy to his family and work in his half life. He could not understand these trendy words. But he found that no matter how carefully he looked at Xia Qiu's face, he could not remember the other person's appearance.

Demon, ghost, god, demon?

His heart rose up like a boiling kettle, steamed to the lid.

Suddenly, the lid of the pot was lifted, the steam was dissipated, and the momentum was no longer there.

No matter what the other party is, he has no choice now.

"I agree." His voice was hoarse.

"Very good, then enter the real pawning stage. A one-year life can be exchanged for 500,000 yuan, and a half-person portion of good luck can be exchanged for 1 million yuan. Knowledge... you don't look like you have it."

Xia Qiu leaned on the back of the chair and turned his head to look at Wang Xiangwen.

The other party was probably too surprised and stood upright.

"How long does it take for me to live?" Wang Xiangwen quickly accepted this setting, and had no energy to ask questions. He was exhausted and his mind was all on his detained son.

"Twenty-years." Summer and autumn can show the amount of each concept of the human body.

"What happens if good luck is gone?"

"There will be no problem selling half a person's portion. It's just that buying lucky bags is always a basic item, drawing cards is always a guaranteed one, and opening a box will never ship, so there will be no death, and the Lone Star of Tiansha will not be so cheap."

"Then take away my good luck and act as a five-year life, no..." Thinking of the face of his son in prison, Wang Xiangwen's face twitched, "As long as ten years of life."

"That's all?"

“That’s all.”

"The money has arrived."

Wang Xiangwen took out his cell phone, and the bank card he left for the lender had six million more.

This money should be enough to calm the anger of those companies.

Xia Qiu stood up and stretched out his right hand to Wang Xiangwen.

Three balls of light emerged from Wang Xiangwen and floated to the palm of Xia Qiu’s palm. They were memory, lifespan and good luck.

Wang Xiangwen's eyes were stuck for a second, then opened it again, and the phone in his hand slid to the ground.

When he squatted down to pick it up, Wang Xiangwen was confused. Didn’t he worry about money in the bedroom? Why was he standing at the dining table?

Press the power button of the mobile phone to check if the screen is damaged, and you don’t want to be blinded by the numbers in the mobile banking.

One, ten, hundreds, thousands, million, hundreds, million...

He immediately held his cell phone in his arms and looked around nervously, as if he had found money on the road.

After walking around the living room for three and a half, his heart turned into a battlefield, blood flowing into a river and corpses were everywhere.

Finally, I couldn't help but feel in my heart and called the bank customer service to ask if there was something wrong with them.

The news was given by an unknown person, and he did not get the card number wrong, and after taxes, he called his wife in the countryside and told her not to borrow from relatives anymore.

He walked happily to the bedroom, passed by his wife's dressing mirror, and glanced at the gray hair in the mirror.

He was stunned.

Have you become so worried these days? It seems like you are ten years older.

The index finger slashed along a wrinkle, from the wings of the nose to the behind of the ear, and slowly lowered his hand.
Chapter completed!