Chapter 187

After a while, the call was answered.

But the other party did not speak first; instead, they waited.

It was probably because they saw it was a strange phone number.

In the hotel.

The man spoke softly, "Hello?"

"Who are you?" The other party was a middle school boy's voice.

"Are you, Zai Zi?" the man said.

"Oh... who are you?"

"I was introduced by Brother Dog. I heard Luo Liang has white goods? I want to get some."

The other party fell silent.

After a long pause, Zai Zi finally spoke, saying, "Damn. That S-bitch."

"I won't pay you less. As long as you have the goods."

Zai Zi heard the other party say this.

To say he wasn't tempted would be impossible.

But the control was not in his hands.

He was just a messenger running errands.

Only Luo Liang had the goods on hand.

"I have to talk to Luo Liang. Just wait," Zai Zi said, about to hang up the phone.

"I think it would be better if we talked. I won't let you lose out," the voice on the other end of the phone said.

Zai Zi was stunned.

At this moment, he was standing right at the school gate.

"What do you mean?" Zai Zi said.

"I can give you a high price. This way, you can take a kickback from the middle. As for how you get the goods, I don't care; I just want to get my hands on them quickly. What do you think?" the voice on the other end of the phone said.

This Zai Zi heard the other party say this.

To say he wasn't tempted would be impossible.

He followed Luo Liang.

At the same time, he had another extra job—running errands for Luo Liang's father—and could get 500 yuan a month.

And this extra job was secretly arranged by Luo Liang's father, the purpose being to let him monitor Luo Liang at the same time.

"It's not convenient to talk on the phone. Let's meet. Where are you?" Zai Zi said.

"The hotel opposite your school, third floor, room 306," the voice on the other end of the phone said.

"You want me to come find you?" Zai Zi's sense of security was still quite high.

"Then you can choose the place yourself. I don't care," the other party said.

Zai Zi thought for a moment; naturally, it had to be safer. "Half an hour later, you'll be at the crossroads ahead. Do you see it? —right under that traffic light. How about that?"

"Okay." After the other party finished speaking, they hung up the phone.

Zai Zi felt a bit excited.

The matter of the white goods held huge profits within it.

The key was, if he secretly took a kickback from the middle, it would be done without anyone knowing, with a hundred benefits and no harm.

So, when the time came, he would have to raise the price.

Twelve thirty noon.

Zai Zi was already standing early under the traffic light at the crossroads.

After a while.

He saw a young man walking over in this direction.

That young man looked very refined; at first, Zai Zi didn't notice him at all.

After all, how could that kind of person be a drug addict?

But the person walked straight toward him.

Only then did Zai Zi realize.

"Hello," the other party said.

"Oh..." Zai Zi looked at him, thought for a moment, "Let's find a place with fewer people."

After finishing speaking, Zai Zi walked forward.

The man followed behind him.

The two arrived at a small square ahead.

They sat on a bench.

Zai Zi was about to speak.

Suddenly, red flashed before his eyes.

The man beside him actually pulled out a stack of hundred-yuan bills and placed them on the bench.

Seeing it, Zai Zi's eyes went a bit straight, and he swallowed his saliva.

The man looked at him. "If you think this money isn't enough, I can keep adding more."

"But I want to know some things."

129. He will definitely become a criminal in the future, but his father does not want him to be like that.

(PS: I was a bit stuck on the writing today, so the update is a bit late. I was straightening out the plot for the rest of the story all day, and it only flowed smoothly again this evening...)

Looking at the stack of hundred-yuan notes on the chair.

At that thickness, Zai Zi felt there must be at least several thousand...

Several thousand, huh.

He swallowed.

Glancing around, his hand reached out to take the stack of money.

"Money first, goods second," the man said, pressing down on his hand.

Zai Zi pulled his hand back and looked at the man.

"What do you want to know?"

The man straightened his posture and gazed forward.

"Do you get all your goods from that Luo Liang you mentioned?"

"Mm."

"How does he manage to get clean goods?" the man asked.

Zai Zi grew wary again and said nothing.

The man looked at him. "Do you suspect I'm fishing for information?"

Zai Zi kept silent.

The man raised his hand, pulled out five more hundred-yuan notes, and placed them on top of the previous stack.

Zai Zi stared at the stack of money.

He swallowed again.

The man raised his hand, pulled out five more hundred-yuan notes, and placed them on the stack once more...

Zai Zi stared at the stack of money.

This time, his Adam's apple froze.

The man was about to raise his hand again.

Zai Zi grabbed it and pressed it down. "Big brother—don't, don't... like this, I'm panicking... If you want to know something, just ask."

"Tell me about Luo Liang."

"Which aspect?"

"Any."

Zai Zi nodded.

Zai Zi let out a long sigh.

He glanced once more at the hundred-yuan notes on the chair.

After graduating from high school, Luo Liang would surely become a true criminal.