In the courtyard, everyone is afraid of the little boy who is so smart!

Chapter 593 Mysterious House

Wang Jianguo stood still, straightened his back, looked the man in the eye, and said in a low but very clear voice:

"Brother, I know what's on your mind. It's not easy for anyone to get involved in this business, and I'm not someone who doesn't know the rules. Don't worry, I won't let you work in vain."

As he spoke, he deliberately patted his chest to show his sincerity.

After a pause, Wang Jianguo continued:

"As long as we complete this deal, I will never interfere with your brother's affairs. As for me, I will give you 10%. Just think about it, this is a lot."

As Wang Jianguo spoke, he stretched out a finger and pointed in the air, his eyes fixed on the man, as if waiting for his response.

"Look, I'm sincere enough. In this black market, everyone is trying to make a living, and I also hope to get what I need smoothly. Since you helped me with this, you will definitely get some benefits."

Wang Jianguo's tone became more and more firm, with a tone of unquestionableness in his words, trying to completely dispel the man's concerns and make him willing to act as a matchmaker for him.

When the man heard this, his eyes lit up, as if he was moved by the conditions proposed by Wang Jianguo, but then he fell into deep thought.

He knew clearly that black market transactions were fraught with risks and that a single mistake could land him in serious trouble. Although a 10% commission was tempting, if something went wrong, it would be more than this amount of money could compensate for.

However, looking at Wang Jianguo's confident look, and thinking that he was short of money and urgently needed the money to make ends meet, he hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, nodded slightly, and agreed to the deal.

The man's originally tense face instantly melted quickly like ice and snow under the warm spring sun.

His eyes were filled with smiles, and his mouth was stretched so wide that it almost reached his ears, revealing a mouthful of uneven teeth that seemed particularly valuable to him at the moment. He said to Wang Jianguo with a beaming smile:

"Brother, that's straightforward. Follow me!"

After saying this, he seemed to suddenly remember something of vital importance. His neck shrank, and his head quickly turned left and right. His eyes widened like a frightened owl, and he peered around furtively.

His eyes were like a fine sieve, carefully filtering every corner where a human figure might be hidden. Only after making sure there were no potential "tails" did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, he waved at Wang Jianguo, indicating him to follow, and walked towards the depths of the black market.

The two first walked through a bustling street stall area filled with all kinds of strange and odd things. The stall owners' constant shouting was like a noisy background music, adding a bit of mystery to their progress.

Then, the man took Wang Jianguo into a narrow and dim alley.

The alley was very narrow, and the walls on both sides were mottled and dilapidated, with moss spreading wildly, as if covering the walls with a layer of wet green.

Above our heads, there were only a few faint rays of light coming from afar, struggling to penetrate the layers of fog and sprinkling sparingly on the ground, making the road under our feet blurry and unclear.

They walked along the winding alley and soon reached the end. As soon as they turned the corner, they came to another alley with a completely different style but equally winding and deep.

The alley is so complicated and confusing, with so many twists and turns, it feels like walking into a huge maze, making people dizzy.

Even so, the man still did not let down his guard and looked back from time to time.

Every time he looked back, his neck twisted mechanically, his eyes full of vigilance and worry, as if he was afraid that someone was following him tiptoeing.

His footsteps were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if he was intentionally disrupting his rhythm so as not to give potential followers any chance to take advantage.

After walking cautiously for about five or six minutes, the man slowly stopped at the gate of a house.

This house looks quite old. The red paint on the gate has peeled off, revealing the dark wood inside. The door knocker is rusty, as if telling of the vicissitudes of the past.

There are two stone lions at the door, one with half of its ear missing and one with a broken claw. They squat there crookedly, guarding this mysterious house and witnessing the unknown transactions in the black market.

Stepping into this deep and quiet alley, the dim light around seems to be stained by a thick layer of ink. Only a few faint moonlights struggle to penetrate the layers of mist, sprinkling on the mottled walls, reflecting strange light and shadows.

Wang Jianguo's eyes slowly focused on the slightly gloomy house in front of him. He saw that the two heavy doors were closed tightly, with a large rusty lock between them. It seemed like an insurmountable barrier, giving people the illusion that there was no one inside.

The man seemed to be oblivious to all this, without any hesitation or delay on his face. He walked straight to the door with steady steps.

At this moment, the air around them seemed to freeze, and it was so quiet that only the man's slight breathing could be heard.

The man raised his hand, his arm drew an arc in the air, his knuckles bent, and he knocked lightly on the door panel.

Wang Jianguo stood aside, watching the man's every move with sharp eyes. He could clearly see that the man's knocking on the door was not casually, and there was something mysterious going on.

The man knocked twice quickly. The two "da da" sounds were short and crisp, like two urgent drum beats in the silent night.

Then he paused, as if waiting for some response, and then knocked three times slowly.

"Dong Dong Dong", the rhythm is slow, but it carries an inexplicable rhythm, as if it is conveying some secret signal.

For a moment, there was silence all around, except for the sound of Wang Jianguo's own heartbeat, which was beating violently in his chest, as if it was about to burst through his chest.

After a while, a slight sound of footsteps was finally heard in the courtyard. The footsteps came from far away and each step stepped on Wang Jianguo's tense nerves, making him more nervous.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, and then a key was quietly handed through the crack in the door.

Wang Jianguo subconsciously moved closer to the crack in the door and peeked inside eagerly, only to see that the person handing over the key was a young man.

The young man looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with a slightly thin build, and a face that exuded immaturity and alertness under his slightly messy short hair.

His eyes were bright and lively, flickering in the darkness, and at this moment he was vigilantly scanning the two people outside the door.

He held tightly in his hand the key that determined whether or not this mysterious door could be opened, as if he was afraid that it would be taken away by someone else.

Although he is still young, his cautious movements and alert demeanor show that he has already mastered the ways of survival in the black market.