"Uncle Jian, I'm here to trouble you again," Song Zihao said with a smile, "Is the ship ready?"

"It's been long gone!" Uncle Jian glanced at Liu Jianming and Tan Cheng, "I've brought two more this time."

Uncle Tan Chengjian knew him and had been a driver for Song Zihao for seven or eight years, but the young man who looked very arrogant was very handsome.

"Well, give young people more opportunities. When we are old, we should retire." Song Zihao said, his face full of helplessness.

"Oh," Uncle Jian raised his voice and said, "Ahao, you are at your age when you do big things. Only those who have half-body buried in the coffin like Uncle Jian, are old."

"Haha!" Song Zihao smiled and said nothing, so he pulled Tan Cheng and Liu Jianming introduced to Uncle Jian, "Acheng, Ali, I have come to see Uncle Jian."

"I've met Uncle Jian." Liu Jianming and Tan Cheng came over respectfully to salute.

"No need to be polite," Uncle Jian said to Song Zihao, "I remember not to come late at xx pier at 8 o'clock tonight. There are so many people here, so I won't keep you..."

"Okay. Uncle Jian, please do it first. Please trouble you, there will be a date later." Song Zihao said politely, then waved to Liu Jianming and Tan Cheng, "Let's go."

...

Uncle Jian is worthy of being an old man, and the ship he is looking for is quite safe and reliable.

After getting on the boat, I was smooth sailing all the way, and I soon landed on a coast of Taipei on a quiet night.

Walking forward is a secret fishing village, with only a few families. A middle-aged man in simple clothes came out to connect. He was about forty years and had some disabilities in his right hand fingers. Intuitively, this was a good man who was very good at using guns, at least he should have been.

He was very polite and easy-going, and kept inviting several of himself into the house with his smile sincerely.

Song Zihao seemed to be very familiar with him. As soon as he met, he came with a bear hug. He probably was either an old business bird or a very trustworthy close friend.

The man took a few people to a small wooden house. The wooden house was not big, and there were three small beds inside, and a small table was filled with it.

"You are wronged for the time being." The man smiled and brought a few quilts, and Liu Jianming and Tan Cheng went up to take them.

"The Fourth Brother said where did you go? Where is the world of the world? I've been used to it. Feng Gang, who was once a powerful 'Fourth Brother' in the killer world, still cares about these?" Song Zihao took out a stack of money and stuffed it to the Fourth Brother.

"Oh, it's all the past, don't mention it..." His disabled right hand couldn't even hold the money, and several of them fell to the ground in a polite manner.

After refusing for a while, Feng Gang couldn't resist and finally took it away. Then he chatted and laughed with Song Zihao for a while, and walked out.

"Acheng," Song Zihao looked at Tan Cheng and said, "Thank you for a little hard work first, and leave the car to you."

"I know," Tan Cheng helped Liu Jianming spread the quilts of the three of them, and said with a bent over, "Brother Hao, please rest first, I'll go get the car now."

"Well, be careful on the road. Come back early to bed after finishing. There is still serious things tomorrow," Song Zihao reminded him, and Tan Cheng nodded and closed the door and walked out.

"Ali, stop standing and go to bed quickly." Song Zihao fitted and lay on the bed, and fell asleep calmly after the quilt was covered.

It has to be admitted that Song Zihao's spirit of being content with things is a natural talent for doing great things.

"Okay." Liu Jianming also lay on the broken bed, and closed his eyes as soon as the quilt was covered.

The sound of sea water slapped against the reefs in the distance was heard, layer by layer.

Liu Jianming gradually fell asleep. Tan Cheng picked up the car and came back halfway. Liu Jianming woke up once and then continued to sleep. Seeing that Song Zihao didn't even raise his eyelids.

...

The next day, I ate some breakfast prepared by Feng Gang, which were all seafood. Although it was not delicious, it was fresh enough to eat enough.

Farewell to Feng Gang, Liu Jianming, Song Zihao, and Tan Cheng set out in one car to the trading location of Simenting, Taipei.

...

The transaction location is in a remote village, with about a dozen families. There are mountains behind the village, which is convenient for escape. However, the road conditions in the village are very poor, and it is still three or four miles away from the nearest road. It has rained in the past few days, and the dirt road is rotten, so the car can only park on the side of the road and drive in.

After getting off the car, Song Zihao was in front, Liu Jianming carried a black box with counterfeit money on the left, Tan Cheng was on the right, and the three of them walked towards the village in Pinzixing. Each of them had a pistol in their arms, and two spare magazines filled with bullets in their pockets, all of which were prepared by the fourth brother Feng Gang in advance.

Being prepared for any eventuality and not being satisfied with success and not being satisfied with failure is a habit that Song Zihao has developed over the past ten years of trading.

Liu Jianming walked on the muddy ground with deep feet and shallow feet, and his shoes had already lost their original color.

While he unconsciously carrying the box and patting his right thigh, he carefully observed the nearby environment.

From the corner of Song Zihao's eyes, he noticed Liu Jianming's unconscious actions when carrying the box. He suddenly frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, Tan Cheng suddenly spoke, "Brother Hao, we are here, they are waiting for us in front."

"Well, you two cheer me up. There is no mistake in every step of the face-to-face transaction. If you feel anything wrong, be sure to start first. Do you understand?" Song Zihao explained to the two people without hesitation.

"I understand, Brother Hao."

Liu Jianming and Tan Cheng responded in unison.

...

The three people got closer and closer.

Two people stood there at the entrance of the house in front. After seeing three people coming, one of them ran back to report.

"The atmosphere seems a little wrong..." Song Zihao said, "You should be alert."

Liu Jianming also felt that the other party seemed to have too many people. There were only three people who came to trade, and there were six people who could see on the other party.

After walking into the yard, a man with a very fleshy face looked very similar to Cheng Kuian (commonly known as Dasha) came out laughing and shook hands with Song Zihao enthusiastically.

"Brother Hao, you are really on time. Come on, come on, please come on, please come on, please come on, please come on."

Song Zihao asked while walking, "Where is your boss, where is he? Why didn't he come this time? Who are you?"

The man laughed apologized and glanced at Tan Cheng from the corner of his eyes. He happened to be caught by Liu Jianming, speaking with a strong local accent, "Oh, our boss has a good old problem again. I am his nephew and nephew. I will complete the transaction with you on his behalf."

Song Zihao nodded.

Liu Jianming's heart rippled, "This guy with a fat face obviously had some contact with Tan Cheng in private, but he pretended not to know him. Things seemed not that simple..." He quietly moved his hand to a place where he could pull out his gun at any time but was not very noticeable.

After entering the main hall, both sides stood still.

The guy with a fat face smiled and asked, "Where is the goods?"

Song Zihao gave Liu Jianming a wink.

Liu Jianming opened the box in his hand and showed him the stacks of counterfeit money neatly placed inside.

After seeing that guy, he was very satisfied.

Song Zihao asked,

"Where is the money?"

"Wait a moment, I'll get it for you now." Then he turned around and went to the cabinet on the side to get the money.
Chapter completed!