Chapter 1289
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Diagonally opposite is a piece of demolished land, which is all in a mess. What is this guy doing there?
In my inquiry, the landlady explained that it was indeed a demolition land, but a group of migrant workers with hammers were working there.
Look at this guy's clothes, it's a bit like migrant workers.
Did he pick up a silver dollar on the construction site and sell it to Ma Hongjun?
I paused the video, took a picture of the guy, bought some boxes of cigarettes and walked straight to the demolition site.
There was smoke everywhere in the demolition area, and there was a sound of knocking on the wall.
A group of bare back migrant brothers are wielding a sledgehammer to smash the remaining corners of the demolition.
I walked up kindly, smoking for the people, and at the same time, I called up the photos on my mobile phone and asked them if they knew the people in the photos?
But after they saw it, they shook their heads in succession, saying they had not seen it.
I was a little discouraged when a guy with a moustache said, "I've seen this man twice."
"Oh?" As soon as I heard it, I said happily, "where have you seen it?"
He pointed forward and said, "the building in front hasn't been raked yet. People on the nearby construction site often gamble in it. I've been there twice when I'm free, as if I've seen him."
Ask the others. The brother doesn't know.
I handed half a box of cigarettes to him and went straight with the Red Army.
After looking for two units in succession, I finally heard a noisy noise.
As we walked along, a group of gray faced people were sitting on the ground playing poker, with some loose change in front of them.
It seems that the gamble is not big, but when we see two strangers coming, everyone looks at us warily.
I took out the smoke, while sending it to the people, I took out my cell phone and asked them.
This time someone finally recognized it.
Wang Dawang in their neighboring village is the person in the picture. After working here for two and a half days, he was too tired to go. He couldn't tell exactly where he went.
I gave the brother several boxes of cigarettes, asked Wang Dawang's address, and hurried all the way.
Wang Dawang's home is not too far away, just in a small village on the outskirts of the city. He arrived at noon.
I thought that I could finally find that guy, but I didn't think about it. After being asked, I found out that Wang Dawang was a drunkard and gambler. His wife thought that he was not serious. In a fit of anger, she took the child back to her mother's house.
After his wife left, he even broke the pot and fell. In just a few months, he lost the house and the ground. I haven't been in the village for a long time. Now nobody knows where other people are.
However, a few days ago, someone saw him near the building materials market. It seems that he was doing odd jobs there to exchange wine money.
When the Red Army heard this, it was even dumber. It said with a sigh, "ah, I'm responsible for buying things at random. Now it's OK. I can't even find a personal shadow. What can I do?"
"Don't worry." I comforted him and said, "our real goal is to find ghosts. Ghosts can be found, not to mention people."
As I said this, I took out my cell phone and called Zhong xiaopang, who I knew in the last case of hungry ghost Bodhisattva.
His big stall is in the building materials market. He is familiar with that area. Maybe he can help me find some clues.
As soon as Zhong xiaopang listened to me, he was extremely enthusiastic and promised: "Master Zhang, you can rest assured that as long as people are here, I will definitely help you find it."
There was not much time. Another call came in.
I picked it up, but it was Zhong xiaopang's friend sangangzi: "Master Zhang, I found the person, where to go?"
I was very happy to hear that, and quickly said the address.
When Ma Hongjun heard that someone had found it, he was very pleased to rub his hands and praised: "Master Zhang has a way!" Then he said to himself, "this son of a bitch, who nearly killed me, must not be spared!"
Ma Hongjun and I spent more than two hours waiting under the big tree at the entrance of the village and drove a van from afar.
When the car stopped in front of him, sangangzi jumped out of the driveway: "Master Zhang, you caught me. How to deal with it?" Say a wave later, two underworld catch chicken same, carry next from car thin guy.
The guy was tied with a strong knot by a rope with a thick thumb, his eyes were covered, and his mouth was blocked with a bunch of smelly socks.
It seems that these three gangsters are really not fuel-efficient lamps. They thought that there was a deep hatred between me and this guy and kidnapped people directly.
I have some crying and laughing to say that it's good to find it. Sangangzi said goodbye to me and took his men back to the car.
A painful whine suddenly came from behind. Looking back, it was the Red Army that was kicking Wang Dawang tied to the ground.
However, the horse Red Army is not sangangzi in the end, how to say it is a civilized man, even if he hates it again, he just kicks his butt.
He was really hurt badly by this guy. Besides, it's better to teach this guy a lesson. When he saved a moment for questioning, he would be dishonest.I lit a cigarette and stood watching.
When Ma Hongjun's anger was almost over, he went up to uncover the black cloth on Wang Dawang's eyes and pulled out the smelly socks in his mouth.
"Big brother, I'm wrong." As soon as Wang Dawang was untied, he immediately begged for mercy.
"Tell me what's wrong with you?" I crouched in front of him and took a puff of smoke in his face.
"I I...... " He didn't seem to know where he was wrong or who he offended. He kept faltering for a long time. Suddenly, he turned around and saw the red horse Red Army standing beside him. He was so angry that he said, "I shouldn't sell fake money."
"Your money is not fake. Think about it. What's wrong?"
Wang Dawang was stunned and even more confused. It seemed that since the money was not fake, what did you catch me for?
"Where did the money come from?" I warned.
"I......" Wang Dawang's face changed and he wanted to talk.
"Not really? Let's talk about it in another place! " When I was cold, I flicked the cigarette end out.
"No, no, I said I said!" Wang Dawang immediately became frightened. "I dug it out of the grave."
"Tell me more! There must be half a lie. You are good-looking! "
"Yes!" Wang Dawang nodded in horror.
It turned out that Wang Dawang was cornered by gambling debts. He had no choice but to think of a crooked idea. There is an old grave buried outside their village. It is said that there are many valuable things there.
But he had this idea, but he didn't have the courage to go at night, so he secretly dug a grave while the villagers were sleeping at noon.
But there was nothing there, and I found a silver dollar after rummaging about.
He didn't know what it was or how much it was worth, so he ran to the city to see how others sold it.
Originally I wanted to sell it to the stall owner, but I thought the price of the dealers was too low. Just as it happened, seeing Ma Hongjun bought several ancient coins in a row, I pestered him to sell them.
This silver dollar is not worth much. It was spent in a few days. I ran to the building materials market to have a living. I didn't expect to be caught in a few days.
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Diagonally opposite is a piece of demolished land, which is all in a mess. What is this guy doing there?
In my inquiry, the landlady explained that it was indeed a demolition land, but a group of migrant workers with hammers were working there.
Look at this guy's clothes, it's a bit like migrant workers.
Did he pick up a silver dollar on the construction site and sell it to Ma Hongjun?
I paused the video, took a picture of the guy, bought some boxes of cigarettes and walked straight to the demolition site.
There was smoke everywhere in the demolition area, and there was a sound of knocking on the wall.
A group of bare back migrant brothers are wielding a sledgehammer to smash the remaining corners of the demolition.
I walked up kindly, smoking for the people, and at the same time, I called up the photos on my mobile phone and asked them if they knew the people in the photos?
But after they saw it, they shook their heads in succession, saying they had not seen it.
I was a little discouraged when a guy with a moustache said, "I've seen this man twice."
"Oh?" As soon as I heard it, I said happily, "where have you seen it?"
He pointed forward and said, "the building in front hasn't been raked yet. People on the nearby construction site often gamble in it. I've been there twice when I'm free, as if I've seen him."
Ask the others. The brother doesn't know.
I handed half a box of cigarettes to him and went straight with the Red Army.
After looking for two units in succession, I finally heard a noisy noise.
As we walked along, a group of gray faced people were sitting on the ground playing poker, with some loose change in front of them.
It seems that the gamble is not big, but when we see two strangers coming, everyone looks at us warily.
I took out the smoke, while sending it to the people, I took out my cell phone and asked them.
This time someone finally recognized it.
Wang Dawang in their neighboring village is the person in the picture. After working here for two and a half days, he was too tired to go. He couldn't tell exactly where he went.
I gave the brother several boxes of cigarettes, asked Wang Dawang's address, and hurried all the way.
Wang Dawang's home is not too far away, just in a small village on the outskirts of the city. He arrived at noon.
I thought that I could finally find that guy, but I didn't think about it. After being asked, I found out that Wang Dawang was a drunkard and gambler. His wife thought that he was not serious. In a fit of anger, she took the child back to her mother's house.
After his wife left, he even broke the pot and fell. In just a few months, he lost the house and the ground. I haven't been in the village for a long time. Now nobody knows where other people are.
However, a few days ago, someone saw him near the building materials market. It seems that he was doing odd jobs there to exchange wine money.
When the Red Army heard this, it was even dumber. It said with a sigh, "ah, I'm responsible for buying things at random. Now it's OK. I can't even find a personal shadow. What can I do?"
"Don't worry." I comforted him and said, "our real goal is to find ghosts. Ghosts can be found, not to mention people."
As I said this, I took out my cell phone and called Zhong xiaopang, who I knew in the last case of hungry ghost Bodhisattva.
His big stall is in the building materials market. He is familiar with that area. Maybe he can help me find some clues.
As soon as Zhong xiaopang listened to me, he was extremely enthusiastic and promised: "Master Zhang, you can rest assured that as long as people are here, I will definitely help you find it."
There was not much time. Another call came in.
I picked it up, but it was Zhong xiaopang's friend sangangzi: "Master Zhang, I found the person, where to go?"
I was very happy to hear that, and quickly said the address.
When Ma Hongjun heard that someone had found it, he was very pleased to rub his hands and praised: "Master Zhang has a way!" Then he said to himself, "this son of a bitch, who nearly killed me, must not be spared!"
Ma Hongjun and I spent more than two hours waiting under the big tree at the entrance of the village and drove a van from afar.
When the car stopped in front of him, sangangzi jumped out of the driveway: "Master Zhang, you caught me. How to deal with it?" Say a wave later, two underworld catch chicken same, carry next from car thin guy.
The guy was tied with a strong knot by a rope with a thick thumb, his eyes were covered, and his mouth was blocked with a bunch of smelly socks.
It seems that these three gangsters are really not fuel-efficient lamps. They thought that there was a deep hatred between me and this guy and kidnapped people directly.
I have some crying and laughing to say that it's good to find it. Sangangzi said goodbye to me and took his men back to the car.
A painful whine suddenly came from behind. Looking back, it was the Red Army that was kicking Wang Dawang tied to the ground.
However, the horse Red Army is not sangangzi in the end, how to say it is a civilized man, even if he hates it again, he just kicks his butt.
He was really hurt badly by this guy. Besides, it's better to teach this guy a lesson. When he saved a moment for questioning, he would be dishonest.I lit a cigarette and stood watching.
When Ma Hongjun's anger was almost over, he went up to uncover the black cloth on Wang Dawang's eyes and pulled out the smelly socks in his mouth.
"Big brother, I'm wrong." As soon as Wang Dawang was untied, he immediately begged for mercy.
"Tell me what's wrong with you?" I crouched in front of him and took a puff of smoke in his face.
"I I...... " He didn't seem to know where he was wrong or who he offended. He kept faltering for a long time. Suddenly, he turned around and saw the red horse Red Army standing beside him. He was so angry that he said, "I shouldn't sell fake money."
"Your money is not fake. Think about it. What's wrong?"
Wang Dawang was stunned and even more confused. It seemed that since the money was not fake, what did you catch me for?
"Where did the money come from?" I warned.
"I......" Wang Dawang's face changed and he wanted to talk.
"Not really? Let's talk about it in another place! " When I was cold, I flicked the cigarette end out.
"No, no, I said I said!" Wang Dawang immediately became frightened. "I dug it out of the grave."
"Tell me more! There must be half a lie. You are good-looking! "
"Yes!" Wang Dawang nodded in horror.
It turned out that Wang Dawang was cornered by gambling debts. He had no choice but to think of a crooked idea. There is an old grave buried outside their village. It is said that there are many valuable things there.
But he had this idea, but he didn't have the courage to go at night, so he secretly dug a grave while the villagers were sleeping at noon.
But there was nothing there, and I found a silver dollar after rummaging about.
He didn't know what it was or how much it was worth, so he ran to the city to see how others sold it.
Originally I wanted to sell it to the stall owner, but I thought the price of the dealers was too low. Just as it happened, seeing Ma Hongjun bought several ancient coins in a row, I pestered him to sell them.
This silver dollar is not worth much. It was spent in a few days. I ran to the building materials market to have a living. I didn't expect to be caught in a few days.
Diagonally opposite is a piece of demolished land, which is all in a mess. What is this guy doing there? In my inquiry, the landlady explained that it was indeed a demolition land, but a group of migrant workers with hammers were working there. Look at this guy's clothes, it's a bit like migrant workers. Did he pick up a silver dollar on the construction site and sell it to Ma Hongjun? I paused the video, took a picture of the guy, bought some boxes of cigarettes and walked straight to the demolition site. There was smoke everywhere in the demolition area, and there was a sound of knocking on the wall. A group of bare back migrant brothers are wielding a sledgehammer to smash the remaining corners of the demolition. I walked up kindly, smoking for the people, and at the same time, I called up the photos on my mobile phone and asked them if they knew the people in the photos? But after they saw it, they shook their heads in succession, saying they had not seen it. I was a little discouraged when a guy with a moustache said, "I've seen this man twice." "Oh?" As soon as I heard it, I said happily, "where have you seen it?" He pointed forward and said, "the building in front hasn't been raked yet. People on the nearby construction site often gamble in it. I've been there twice when I'm free, as if I've seen him." Ask the others. The brother doesn't know. I handed half a box of cigarettes to him and went straight with the Red Army. After looking for two units in succession, I finally heard a noisy noise. As we walked along, a group of gray faced people were sitting on the ground playing poker, with some loose change in front of them. It seems that the gamble is not big, but when we see two strangers coming, everyone looks at us warily. I took out the smoke, while sending it to the people, I took out my cell phone and asked them. This time someone finally recognized it. Wang Dawang in their neighboring village is the person in the picture. After working here for two and a half days, he was too tired to go. He couldn't tell exactly where he went. I gave the brother several boxes of cigarettes, asked Wang Dawang's address, and hurried all the way. Wang Dawang's home is not too far away, just in a small village on the outskirts of the city. He arrived at noon. I thought that I could finally find that guy, but I didn't think about it. After being asked, I found out that Wang Dawang was a drunkard and gambler. His wife thought that he was not serious. In a fit of anger, she took the child back to her mother's house. After his wife left, he even broke the pot and fell. In just a few months, he lost the house and the ground. I haven't been in the village for a long time. Now nobody knows where other people are. However, a few days ago, someone saw him near the building materials market. It seems that he was doing odd jobs there to exchange wine money. When the Red Army heard this, it was even dumber. It said with a sigh, "ah, I'm responsible for buying things at random. Now it's OK. I can't even find a personal shadow. What can I do?" "Don't worry." I comforted him and said, "our real goal is to find ghosts. Ghosts can be found, not to mention people." As I said this, I took out my cell phone and called Zhong xiaopang, who I knew in the last case of hungry ghost Bodhisattva. His big stall is in the building materials market. He is familiar with that area. Maybe he can help me find some clues. As soon as Zhong xiaopang listened to me, he was extremely enthusiastic and promised: "Master Zhang, you can rest assured that as long as people are here, I will definitely help you find it." There was not much time. Another call came in. I picked it up, but it was Zhong xiaopang's friend sangangzi: "Master Zhang, I found the person, where to go?" I was very happy to hear that, and quickly said the address. When Ma Hongjun heard that someone had found it, he was very pleased to rub his hands and praised: "Master Zhang has a way!" Then he said to himself, "this son of a bitch, who nearly killed me, must not be spared!" Ma Hongjun and I spent more than two hours waiting under the big tree at the entrance of the village and drove a van from afar. When the car stopped in front of him, sangangzi jumped out of the driveway: "Master Zhang, you caught me. How to deal with it?" Say a wave later, two underworld catch chicken same, carry next from car thin guy. The guy was tied with a strong knot by a rope with a thick thumb, his eyes were covered, and his mouth was blocked with a bunch of smelly socks. It seems that these three gangsters are really not fuel-efficient lamps. They thought that there was a deep hatred between me and this guy and kidnapped people directly. I have some crying and laughing to say that it's good to find it. Sangangzi said goodbye to me and took his men back to the car. A painful whine suddenly came from behind. Looking back, it was the Red Army that was kicking Wang Dawang tied to the ground. However, the horse Red Army is not sangangzi in the end, how to say it is a civilized man, even if he hates it again, he just kicks his butt. He was really hurt badly by this guy. Besides, it's better to teach this guy a lesson. When he saved a moment for questioning, he would be dishonest.I lit a cigarette and stood watching. When Ma Hongjun's anger was almost over, he went up to uncover the black cloth on Wang Dawang's eyes and pulled out the smelly socks in his mouth. "Big brother, I'm wrong." As soon as Wang Dawang was untied, he immediately begged for mercy. "Tell me what's wrong with you?" I crouched in front of him and took a puff of smoke in his face. "I I...... " He didn't seem to know where he was wrong or who he offended. He kept faltering for a long time. Suddenly, he turned around and saw the red horse Red Army standing beside him. He was so angry that he said, "I shouldn't sell fake money." "Your money is not fake. Think about it. What's wrong?" Wang Dawang was stunned and even more confused. It seemed that since the money was not fake, what did you catch me for? "Where did the money come from?" I warned. "I......" Wang Dawang's face changed and he wanted to talk. "Not really? Let's talk about it in another place! " When I was cold, I flicked the cigarette end out. "No, no, I said I said!" Wang Dawang immediately became frightened. "I dug it out of the grave." "Tell me more! There must be half a lie. You are good-looking! " "Yes!" Wang Dawang nodded in horror. It turned out that Wang Dawang was cornered by gambling debts. He had no choice but to think of a crooked idea. There is an old grave buried outside their village. It is said that there are many valuable things there. But he had this idea, but he didn't have the courage to go at night, so he secretly dug a grave while the villagers were sleeping at noon. But there was nothing there, and I found a silver dollar after rummaging about. He didn't know what it was or how much it was worth, so he ran to the city to see how others sold it. Originally I wanted to sell it to the stall owner, but I thought the price of the dealers was too low. Just as it happened, seeing Ma Hongjun bought several ancient coins in a row, I pestered him to sell them. This silver dollar is not worth much. It was spent in a few days. I ran to the building materials market to have a living. I didn't expect to be caught in a few days.
