Thousands of words turned into three sincere words in Yan Ji's heart — f * ck your mother.
However, he was destined to not have the chance to say these three words, because at this moment, the door to the private room was pushed open again. Two henchmen respectfully invited a lean middle-aged man in.
Yan Ji glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the fatty nodding slightly at him.
"This is our boss, Brother Zong." The redhead pointed, "Brother Zong, this is —"
Yan Ji said generously, "No need for introductions, just take the goods and leave. If it wasn't for the Hu guy, I wouldn't have to come here. It's too troublesome to drive from the Northern District here. "
"Oh, Old Hu's friend?" The reserved and reserved expression on Brother Zong's face immediately relaxed, "Aiya, why didn't you say so earlier? I've been neglectful. Look at what you two have done! How dare you offend a regular customer! "As he said this, he slapped the redhead.
This slap was obviously all bark and no bite. The redhead just smiled and didn't say anything. Yan Ji quickly pretended to dissuade him.
"To be honest, Old Hu has been taking goods from me for a while now. He's a good person, just a bit unlucky." Brother Zong sighed and said, "Sigh, it's not easy to do any business these days. The cops are so tight, and they're always on tenterhooks. If it wasn't for Brother Fatty and Old Hu, I wouldn't dare to take on a new individual customer like you so easily!"
"Sigh, that's right!" Yan Ji waved his hand and said loudly, "I don't understand either. That police uncle has tens of thousands of dollars, and it's already hard for him to feed his family. Why is he still making life difficult for people like us? Does he have nothing better to do? Just opening a bottle of wine is enough for them to earn half a year's salary! "
Brother Zong laughed and thought to himself, "This rich kid is really as stupid as what I saw in the surveillance camera."
The two of them exchanged a few more pleasantries. Yan Xuan unscrupulously sold the location, price, and quality of the goods he had bought from Hu Weisheng. Hearing this, Brother Zong clicked his tongue and was even more satisfied with the idiocy of the rich second generation. He took the initiative to say, "Since you have already done so much business for Old Hu, I will take the initiative to give you some profit and give you a 5% discount. Don't worry about the quality. I'm Old Hu's boss, so the goods definitely won't be worse than his. "
Jiang Stops yawned at the right time and began looking around impatiently.
Jiang Ting had interrogated countless drug addicts. She could imitate the expressions of drug addicts perfectly. Even the "experts" couldn't see anything wrong with her. Brother Zong originally wanted to say something, but when he saw this, he laughed and said, "Alright, alright, alright. I'll let the two of you try out the goods first."
Yan Ji's heart skipped a beat.
Brother Zong stretched out his hand, and the redhead understood. He took out an opaque waterproof sealed bag from his jacket pocket. After opening it, there was a medicine board inside.
— — Capsules?
The fake smart pills that Hu Weisheng sold to the deceased, Feng Yuguang?
Yan Ji held his breath. The redhead opened the medicine board and poured out two white capsules — — They weren't red Adderall!
Brother Zong chuckled and took a piece of tin foil. "I don't want to boast, but I, Ah Zong, do real business. I'm not like those 'retailers' outside who mix in glucose and lime powder to make up the numbers. Come, brother, try it here. I guarantee you'll be convinced. "
Yan Ji watched as Brother Zong prepared to distribute the drugs. His brain worked quickly, and he suddenly stopped him, "Wait!"
Brother Zong paused.
The room was very quiet. The wall blocked out most of the rock music, and the strong rhythm floated back and forth in the air. A few gazes were cast at Yan Ji at the same time. The fatty's anxiety, the redhead's confusion, and the suspicion in Brother Zong's eyes were all reflected in his eyes. The short few seconds suddenly felt extremely long.
Yan Xuan said nothing. He slowly leaned back against the booth and smiled when he faced the gazes of the people with different expressions.
"Brother Zong, Brother Long might not have made it clear to you just now. I still have a lot of white flour at home. It doesn't matter if I take it today. I'm here because Old Hu said that you have 'fresh goods' here. "
This kind of face-to-face confrontation was a test of acting skills. It was much more difficult than the Love of Life and Death at Brokeback Mountain.
Yan Ji did not need to look to feel Brother Zong's sharp gaze under his drooping eyelids. He was so thin that it made him uncomfortable.
Brother Zong's gaze used suspicion and confusion as a blade to cut through the stupid rich second-generation heir's eyeballs and face layer by layer. He seemed to be trying to reach his brain and dig out something from it.
"Fresh goods," Brother Zong repeated thoughtfully. He suddenly smiled and asked, "What is the fresh goods you're talking about?"
Yan Ji only had one thought — blue powder!
The shimmering blue powder was like some kind of ghost from the deep sea. It silently snuck into Jianning and continuously seeped into the dark side of the huge city until it showed signs of a ghost on the rooftop of Hu Weisheng.
No one knew its structure, and no one knew where it came from. The Narcotics Squad, who carried heavy weights at the intersection of darkness, could do nothing about it.
The only person who might have some understanding of it was sitting in the room at that moment.
Yan Ji's heart skipped a beat. He glanced down and met Jiang Stops's gaze.
Jiang Stops shook his head at him very gently.
"…" Yan Ji looked up, smiled, and said, "Hey, I get along well with Brother Zong, so I won't hide it."
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