life pawn game

Chapter 8
The lender had no objection to Xia Qiu's behavior of poaching his clients, or it was inconvenient to have any objection because Jiang Feihong had said hello.

After taking the list, Xia Qiu simply selected and went to the door.

He thought that the trade fair would be as smooth as the first time, but it turned out that his thinking was not grounded enough.

"One year of life for 50 yuan? If I sell it for ten years at once, how much discount can I get?"

"Can you sell luck? How can luck be sold? I still rely on it to win poker games! Can I trade my life for some luck?"

"High school knowledge? Okay, okay, you can take it away.... Eh? You said I don't have knowledge on me, ah, I forgot that I never went to high school."

Xia Qiu felt that she had entered the vegetable market, and the fussy uncles and aunts were picking and choosing. This one was not fresh, and that one was not worth it. If you buy more, you will get a discounted price, and if you buy less, you will get leftovers.

Those gamblers are even more outrageous, they don't sell their luck, and they want to buy luck from him instead.

There are also two pretentious people with persecution delusions, asking this one, asking that one, but they don't trade anything, with the appearance of "I want to shop around" and "You must want to make money from me".

At nine o'clock in the evening, Xia Qiu decided to make another deal and call it a day.He has already called the other party and made an appointment to meet at the other party's downstairs.

According to the information provided by the lender, the other party's name is Wang Xiangwen, and he is 45 years old.

It was very dark, dimly lit by dim street lights, and the shadow of a thin middle-aged man was cast on the asphalt road, wandering in the cold wind.

Xia Qiu approached.

"Wang Xiangwen?"

The middle-aged man stopped and looked at Xia Qiu vigilantly. His face was haggard and his beard was unshaven.

He didn't speak, waiting for Xia Qiu to speak.

"We talked on the phone before." Xia Qiu said.

"Can you lend me money?" Wang Xiangwen's voice was as exhausted as his spirit.

"good."

"I have already mortgaged everything that can be mortgaged."

"I don't want your house and car."

"Then what do you want?"

Xia Qiu looked around, there were sporadic pedestrians on the road.

"Go to my house and talk." Wang Xiangwen led Xia Qiu upstairs.

Stepping into the door of his house, the living room is empty, the kitchen is empty, even the lights are not complete, there is a hole on the top of the living room, and three holes on the top of the dining table.

Before Xia Qiu couldn't imagine the appearance of a bare house, now he has a reference.

Wang Xiangwen turned on the light in the entrance: "Everything that can be sold is sold."

The two sat down at the dining table, the tables and chairs were dilapidated and hard to sell, otherwise there might not even be a place to sit.

"Why is Mr. Wang short of money?" Xia Qiu was puzzled. Although Wang Xiangwen was haggard, his temperament and demeanor didn't look like he was involved in those dirty projects.

"My son was drunk driving, killed him, and injured someone. If you give him more money, the victim will agree to write a letter of understanding."

When he said this, Wang Xiangwen's facial features were numb, and his eyes did not fluctuate.

Xia Qiu nodded, it turned out that his son cheated on him.

He got to the point: "Have you seen "The Eighth Pawn Shop"?"

"Buying and selling organs?"

"Just read it. Before that, please make an agreement with me, Mr. Wang."

"You said."

Although he mistakenly thought that Xia Qiu was doing organ trading, Wang Xiangwen didn't flinch at all.

Xia Qiu took out a one-yuan coin from his pocket and pressed it on the table: "I will use this coin to exchange the memory about me in Mr. Wang's mind."

"what?"

Wang Xiangwen's forehead was raised, and he suspected that there was something wrong with his ears for a while. After his brain replayed Xia Qiu's words, he suspected that there was something wrong with Xia Qiu's brain.

Swap memory?What a fantasy!
He wanted to see off the guests, so he stood up and took a step, then froze in place.

He stared blankly at the empty chair in front of him, where was the person sitting here just now?

His eyes never left the other party, and the other party just disappeared so suddenly.

Is it because he is too worried and tired these days, and has a problem with his brain?

No, that one-dollar coin is still on the table!
"This agreement is the basis of our deal."

When the voice came from behind, Wang Xiangwen was startled, and hurriedly turned to look at the balcony.

Xia Qiu, who was on the chair just now, is now standing by the window.

Wang Xiangwen blinked, and the figure by the window disappeared again. He stared at the empty balcony with wide dry eyes.

"Don't panic, my existence is relatively weak, so if you don't pay attention, you will lose my trace."

Wang Xiangwen turned around again, and Xia Qiu returned to the chair.

Thin existence?

Wang Xiangwen has devoted all his energy to his family and work in this half of his life, and he doesn't understand this trendy vocabulary.But he found that no matter how carefully he looked at Xia Qiu's face, he couldn't remember the other person's appearance.

Demon?ghost?god?magic?
His heart lifted up, like a boiling kettle, the steam hit the lid of the kettle.

Suddenly, the lid of the pot was lifted, the steam escaped, and the momentum was gone.

No matter what the opponent is, he has no choice now.

"I agree." His voice was hoarse.

"Very good, then enter the real pawn link. You can exchange 50 yuan for one year of life, and 100 million yuan for half a person of good luck. Knowledge...you don't look like you have it."

Xia Qiu leaned on the back of the chair and turned to look at Wang Xiangwen.

The other party was probably too surprised and just stood upright.

"How long do I have to live?" Wang Xiangwen quickly accepted this setting, he didn't have the energy to ask questions, he was exhausted, and his mind was all on his detained son.

"21 years." Xia Qiu can see the amount of every concept in the human body.

"What happens when the luck is gone?"

"Selling half servings will not be a problem, but buying lucky bags is always a basic item, drawing cards is always a guarantee, and opening the box will never be shipped, so that the god of death will not come, and the lone star of the devil. Otherwise, the price will not be so cheap. "

"Then take away my good luck, and live for another five years, no..." Thinking of his son's face in prison, Wang Xiangwen's face twitched, "Ten years of life."

"And that's all?"

"And that's all."

"The money has arrived."

Wang Xiangwen took out his mobile phone, and there was an extra 600 million in the bank card he left for the lender.

This money should be enough to calm the anger of those families.

Xia Qiu got up and stretched out his right hand towards Wang Xiangwen.

Three balls of light emerged from Wang Xiangwen's body and floated to Xia Qiu's palm.They are Memory, Lifespan and Good Luck.

Wang Xiangwen's eyes froze for a second, then opened, and the mobile phone in his hand fell to the ground.

Kneeling down to pick it up, Wang Xiangwen was confused. Isn't he worried about money in the bedroom?Why are you standing at the dining table?
Press the power button of the mobile phone to check whether the screen is damaged, and do not want to be dazzled by the numbers in the mobile banking.

One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million...

He immediately held the phone in his arms and looked around nervously, as if he had found money on the road.

Pacing around the living room three and a half times, his heart turned into a battlefield, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses were strewn across the field.

Finally, unable to bear the torment in my heart, I called the bank's customer service and asked if there was something wrong with them.

After getting the news that it was a gift from an unknown person, that the card number was not mistaken, and that the tax had been paid, he called his wife in the countryside and told her that she no longer needed to borrow from relatives.

He walked happily to the bedroom, passed by his wife's full-length mirror, and caught a glimpse of the gray hair in the mirror.

He froze.

Has it become like this these days?It's like ten years older.

The index finger traced along a wrinkle, from the nose to the back of the ear, and slowly lowered the hand.

Compensate the victim's family more, and the son's sentence will be reduced by a few years.

(End of this chapter)