"Brother, let's talk at the side." The young man held Wang Teng's arm and seemed very enthusiastic.
"Oh right, what is inside the rectangular box you're carrying?"
He couldn't help but ask when he saw the weapon carrier casket behind Wang Teng's back.
"Oh, this is the delivery box. Do you want to look at the contents?" asked Wang Teng calmly.
"No, no." The young man shook his head like a rattle drum.
He pulled Wang Teng to a corner and took out a few hundred dollars from his pockets. "Brother, it must be difficult for you to run around in the middle of the night to support yourself. This is my sincerity. I didn't ask you anything just now, right?"
Wang Teng rubbed the hundred dollar notes in his hand and pretended to be a money lover. He nodded and said, "I think that you didn't ask me anything."
"That's right, I didn't ask, and you didn't answer. Let's live harmoniously in peace." The young man nodded his head in satisfaction.
