Chapter 26:

Fangallo didn't seem to think that the white screen would be so simple, so he laughed and laughed: "Are you afraid that I am a liar?"
White curtain shook his head: "I know you are not." Having personally experienced the luck of the other party, how could he be suspicious? What's more, even if this man is a liar, he is willing to give it a try, after all, he has nowhere to go.
Twenty new banknotes spread out like a fan in the eyes of Vanguard, and the white curtain looked at the wallet with only seventy-five yuan remaining. Obviously he will bring a certain amount of cash every day when he goes out, not to mention tens of thousands, at least 5,000. Why is there only 2,000 left when it is time to use it? Fortunately, the number of people who asked for it happened to be from him, otherwise it would grow bigger.
"Is two thousand enough? I can still transfer money through mobile banking." Baek asked hopefully.
Fangalo's slender fingertips swept across the fan-shaped fan, and his voice was soft like a ray of evening breeze: "Two thousand is enough, I only need cash today."
The white curtain handed over the money without saying anything on the face, but the emotions in his eyes showed regret. What is the lucky 2,000 yuan? Is it enough?
Instead of receiving the money, Fangallo said with a chuckle: "Mr. Bai is really my nobleman, and it happened when I needed it most."
White curtain shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I dare not be your nobleman. You must know my situation?" He used to believe this, but now he has to believe in order to live, and he is not hesitant to try any way to change his destiny.
"I know your situation well, so I said it was my luck to meet you. If I weren't with you today, I would still be upset for a while." Van Galo smiled softly, and his clear voice soothed White like Gan Quan. The curtain was full of sadness.
The white curtain does not understand what the other party is talking about. Are you lucky to meet yourself? If it was appropriate to put it in the past, it makes him feel embarrassed and embarrassed now. But apart from embarrassment and embarrassment, he was moved by the warmth and comfort given by the youth. No one has treated him so peacefully for a long time.
When the white curtain fell into abruptness, Fangallo's palms had gently closed his hands and the twenty banknotes and asked in a low voice: "Are you ready?"
"What are you going to prepare for?"
"Ready to receive luck." Van Goghro's soft voice and playful chuckle lingered in the ears of the white curtain, touching his heart tingling. But the next second, he forgot to explore his strange feeling, only because more strange things happened, a very cold air flow was pouring out of his limbs and corpses, and they were all converged by the Vatican. Luo He held his palm and then drilled out along the pores.
The fingertips holding the banknotes in the white curtain were frozen, and the mood was even more inexplicable. He doesn't know what these cold air currents are, are they real, or an illusion? However, at the same time that he was suspicious, his arm was trembling because of the cold, and clearly into the summer, he seemed to have fallen into the ice cave. So, all this is true.
Bai Ma would like to ask what is the strange coldness of Fangalo, but he is afraid to interrupt the other party.
After about two or three minutes, Fangallo let go of the white curtain, and at the same time withdrew those two thousand pieces, grateful: "Thank you for your patronage. It's great to meet Mr. Bai today."
"Is this all right?" The white curtain asked incredulously.
"Yes, that's all right. Goodbye Mr. Bai." Fangallo rolled the banknote into a small roll, scratched the forehead, and made a farewell gesture. The whole scene was still ignorant, but he had already gone away. The dim street lamp was shining on his back, but the dimly lit photo was unreal, like a cloud of mist dissipating in the night.
The white curtain stared at himself, which was still cold and cold, but now he is constantly breathing in the palm of his hand, and the expression of ignorance of anxiety has been replaced by ecstasy. Since Bai Lin left, he clearly felt that his body became heavier and heavier, and his hands and feet were often cold even in the hot summer days; even if he slept for seven hours every night, he would always be exhausted; his brain was a mess. Can't think, can't make decisions.
How did the bad luck come from? In the final analysis, he was dull and unsustainable. If his body is always strong and his thinking is clear, he has enough ability to handle most of the troubles in work and life.
"It turned out to be true." Bai Mu tried hard to suppress the excitement in his heart, but he couldn't help shaking his steaming hand. His body has never been so warm, his bones have never been so light, and his spirit has never been so excited; it is as if he was bound to his hands and feet, crawling, moving, and rubbing all over the thorny life path; now he is completely free of , Shake off your hands and feet and run forward.
An unhurried surge came, causing the white curtain to want to scream like a wolf in this dark night. But he could hardly hold back, because the youth has not gone far, he is ashamed to show his childish side.
In a trance, the assistant drove the car over and asked hesitantly: "Mr. Bai, I'll find a driver to send you back?" Since Bai Lin said that he broke the fate of Mr. Bai, no one in the company dared to give him Drive.
"No, I'll go home." The white curtain strode over, and the beautiful face shone brightly under the street light.
Seeing President Bai Zi's vigorous hair, the assistant couldn't help but stare. He had never witnessed such a vibrant side of the other party. You know, this gentleman is usually gloomy, neither talks nor gets close to people, which makes him smile as a miracle. But for the moment, his eyes and brows were all smiles, clearly hidden in the night, but it was like standing in the sun, giving people a very warm and comfortable feeling.
What's wrong with President Bai? Won the lottery? Has the company been saved? Has it been lighted up? The assistant pulled the door to the boss while thinking, and unknowingly sat in the passenger seat.
White curtain sits in the car, fastens the seat belt, and holds the steering wheel with both hands.
The assistant recovered, and said: "Wait, Mr. Bai, your hand is injured, I'll find you a driver!" He hurriedly pushed the door of the passenger seat, trying to get out of this dead car. Down.
The white curtain locked all four doors and stepped on the accelerator.
The assistant was so scared that his face was white. He curled up with his limbs and clung tightly to the back of the chair. After a few seconds, he quickly pulled the seat belt, fearing that he would be sent to the Hall of Lords all the way. Seeing that the downhill road was close at hand, he was completely panicked and kept begging: "President Bai, just put me on the side of the road, I'll take a ride back! President Bai, stop here, I remember. There is still some trouble on the engineering team. I will stay overtime at the construction site tonight! Mr. Bai, can you drive a little slower? I beg you! "
He folded his hands and bowed tremblingly, looking very pitiful.
The white curtain took the time to glance at him, the corners of his mouth could not help but tilted, although the speed was slow, he was not ready to let go. If he usually wants to stay away from everyone, he wants to tease this little assistant today. I don't know why, he is very sure that he won't be in trouble, and very much like to enjoy life like a normal young man.
The car drove smoothly, down a steep slope, after a sharp turn, on a high speed, into a toll station, into the city. Over an hour's journey, the white curtain used superb driving skills to tell the little assistant that the outside rumors are all shit!
The assistant was sent home by the boss himself. The journey was safe and peaceful. It was not as evil as the people in the company. His face was hot when he got out of the car, and he seemed very ashamed.
The white curtain smiled and said goodbye, then increased the throttle and drove away quickly. His palm was sore and numb, but his heart flew to the sky, wandering with the stars.

At the same time, Fangallo took the chilly banknote and circumvented Building 10 steadily to the entrance of the community. He walked up a pavilion along a gravel path in the landscape area, and stepped on the railing of the pavilion to climb a rockery, throwing two thousand pieces rolled into a small roll into the grass at the foot of the mountain, and then hid The darkness waited quietly.
About five or six minutes later, three men, one woman and four young men walked up and down, sitting on a stone bench under the rockery.
"Damn, exhausted old lady! Didn't you say that Fangalo lived in Building 1 in this community? Why didn't he wait for most of the day before he came back?" The woman with heavy makeup said breathlessly.
"This road is the nearest road to Building 1. He will definitely pass here! Let's wait, maybe he will be back soon." A young man with yellow hair comforted comfortably.
"Wait for the middle of the night, when will he come back? Damn, this community is too big, find a circle like running a marathon!" The woman threw a heavy backpack on the ground at random, half-opened zipper Unable to carry the contents inside, suddenly scattered all over the place.
The other three hurriedly gathered around and packed up the prohibited items such as long knives, ropes, ether spray, and electric shock sticks.
They lowered their voices and said, "Sister Qing, be careful, don't let anyone see."
"Relax, I have seen it just now. The houses here are empty, and no ghosts can be found, let alone humans. When Van Gogh is caught, I must find a few men to take him in turn, I made a video and put it on the dark web to sell it. He is a face-savvy person, and he certainly would n’t dare to call the police. At that time, we will have no money to catch him to take a video and treat him as a long-term business. Break his leg! Star videos are much more expensive than ordinary people's videos. And his reputation is so bad, even if they are found, those people will definitely think that he is willing to go to the sea to earn money, and the custody will not be involved with us. Relationship. "The woman slammed her companion's shoulder in excitement.
"You only have this point of interest?" The companion glanced at her, seducing: "Do you know how much a kidney can sell?"
"How much?" The woman asked excitedly.
"A kidney can sell for at least 300,000, and a living kidney with a successful match can sell for 600,000. Are your videos selling for tens of thousands of dollars, right?" The young man poured ether on a handkerchief while talking. Wrap carefully in a plastic bag.
"Six hundred thousand?" The woman's eyes widened suddenly, not counting with her fingers, and asked again: "Can the heart sell?"
"The heart is much more expensive than the kidneys, and the liver, lungs, pancreas, cornea, etc. can be sold. After we found a good buyer on the dark web, we took a few tubes of Vangallo's blood and sent it over to make a match there. We will make a lot of money if the match is successful. If he is healthy enough, he can sell at least seven figures. At that time, we will not even deal with the corpse, someone will help us to get rid of it. .
The other three were stunned, all with greedy light in their eyes.
The woman spit heavily and changed her mouth: "Okay, let's stop making videos and sell the organs directly! Who told Van Gogh not to kill my husband with his long eyes! I will definitely hate my boss!"
At this moment, a young man who stepped back a few steps in order to avoid her thick sputum suddenly screamed: "Sister Qing, brother, there is a lot of money here!"