Beauty Lives Next Door

I didn't even know what he meant by showing me the video, and the content of the video didn't seem to have much to do with me. Seeing me looking at him with a blank face, the old man said, "I know you have a lot of questions in your heart at this time, but please don't talk anymore. Let me explain it to you bit by bit."

I nodded stiffly, and the old man revealed a satisfied smile and said, "Firstly, you don't know who I am yet, but if you want a name, you can call me Old Qiu. Secondly, I brought you here without any malicious intent, which you don't have to worry about, and secondly, the video I showed you just now, I think you've gotten a rough understanding of the content of the video. I don't need to explain anything to you.

Although I didn't say much, the elder's words were very succinct in answering most of my doubts and also stated his purpose. At this moment, I looked at him and thought for a moment before saying, "Is this the reason why you called me here?" But why should I help you? And none of the things that appeared in the video seemed to have anything to do with me? "

That old man kept his eyes closed as he nodded his head. It was as if he was confirming my words. However, after I finished speaking, he said, "It's because we have a common enemy. You help me is equivalent to helping yourself."

Hearing him say that, I became interested. We have a common enemy, could it be that he has also been bullied by Sun Zhiqiang or the Scarred Face? But seeing how old he was, it didn't look like it at all.

The old man quickly saw what I was thinking and said, "I know you doubt my words, but I can tell you very clearly that the person behind the truck is indeed my enemy, and also your enemy. There is no doubt about that, since I was able to find you, then I must have investigated in advance.

Seeing how certain that old man was, I couldn't help but to start a fight. I felt a sense of déjà vu about the truck in the video, as if I had seen it the first time I went out with Liu Sanjin to do business. That was what happened to the big truck!

Thinking about this, combined with the car in the video this old man showed me, could there really be a connection between the two? But no matter how much I asked him, the old man wouldn't tell me who our common enemy was and insisted that I guess for myself.

Afterwards, I had a lot of conversations with the old man in the room, but most of them were useless. However, there was one detail that was worth noting, and that was that the old man would always talk to me about putting me on my shoulder for no reason at all, just like how my family's elders and their own juniors would talk to each other. However, when I noticed this, he subconsciously retracted his hand.

But strangely, even until the end, he didn't tell me who his and I's common enemy was. He only said that he wanted me to be prepared and that he would tell me when the time was right.

When I heard this, I felt like it was all nonsense. What do you mean when the time is ripe you will tell me? Why did you call me over now? Why not call me over when the time is ripe?

Although that's what I was thinking, I didn't say it out loud, because my safety was the most important thing right now. What if this old man wasn't happy and wanted to get rid of me?

And then the old man said a bunch of things I didn't understand, and I had to agree with him and pretend I understood. From the moment he refused to tell me about our real enemies, I felt like I'd met a charlatan, that I might have gotten my name from somewhere, that I might just get a video and say I had a common enemy, but the name of the enemy couldn't be said, because I was in school, so it was normal for me to have an enemy.

I was wondering if this old man would ask me to provide some money to support them in order to help our enemies, but honestly, when I thought about it this way, I really felt that this group of people was a bit like swindlers. They didn't even have electric lights, and their phones had to be opened by their own subordinates.

After saying that, the old man smiled at me and said, "It's getting late, so I won't be keeping you here. I'll inform you when there's a new situation. I hope that we can cooperate well."

After hearing these words that couldn't be any more fake, I tried my best to endure them and prepared to leave immediately. But at this moment, the old man suddenly called out to me, "Are you planning on leaving just like that?"

At this moment, I suddenly remembered what those people on TV did before they left. I then turned around, smiled, cupped my hands, and said, "Old Qiu, this junior will be taking his leave first. If you have any news, you can come find me anytime."

The old man nodded his head in satisfaction, but didn't have any intention of letting me go. He continued to say, "I wasted a lot of manpower and material resources bringing you here, and now I have to send you back. Naturally, it won't be without expense."

I immediately understood the meaning behind his words. Wasn't he just asking me for money? Can't he find a better reason? It was only a three-wheeled motorcycle, plus a few people I had never seen before. They brought me here and gave me a bunch of bullsh * t, watched a video from who knows where, and were just about to ask me for money? I really wanted to ask him.

However, I didn't immediately say it out. Instead, I pretended to look wronged and cried with him. In reality, I really didn't have much money on me. I couldn't even afford to eat at school.

The old man saw that I was crying and actually did something I didn't expect. He actually took out two crumpled 100-yuan bills from his pocket and said to me, "You can take this money and use it first, but this is what I want to borrow from you. When that time comes, you can return the money I brought you with me."

I didn't think I could return here with two hundred dollars for free. I wouldn't return the money to him unless I was stupid, even if he already knew where my home was, if I didn't go back by then, I would have just let him guard me outside.

As soon as I took the money from the old man, the people who were standing nearby suddenly rushed over and put the sack back on my head. I wanted to struggle, but my hands and feet were held down and I couldn't move.

The old man smiled and said to me, "Young man, you don't have to worry. This is a rule of ours. As long as you don't do anything too intense, we will naturally be able to send you out safely."

After listening, I didn't say anything else. I just let them take me out and throw me back onto the tricycle. After a series of bumps, I finally felt that the road had become a bit more flat.

I don't know how long it took until the motorcycle stopped to release me, but then I saw their faces, and they all looked nice, and then I pretended to thank them, and they left without a word to me.

I hurried upstairs. I didn't know if the old man was a liar or not, but I was sure he wasn't a good person. Otherwise, why would he find someone to knock me out and bring me to the countryside?

But when I opened the door to my own house, the light inside was still on, and the house was actually completely clean. The things that I had left everywhere previously were arranged neatly, and at the same time, the room gave off a different feeling, it was bigger and cleaner than before.

I almost froze in front of the door when I saw that there were three pink suitcases in the doorway.