He killed someone and fled, but after being recognized by a wealthy family, he went crazy and starte

Jian Jinge placed another order and went over to chat with the boss.

She raised a sweet smile, her voice was soft and sticky, and when she laughed, the dimple on her left cheek was faintly visible, and she looked very well-behaved.

She looked completely innocent, like a curious little girl.

"Boss, where do you get this mutton from?"

The mutton stall owner held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, glanced at her cheerfully, and kept flipping the roasted mutton in his hands.

He couldn't explain his feelings towards the beautiful girl in front of him who was suspected to be a human trafficker; it was a bit complicated.

But as the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you, not to mention that the little girl is a high-quality customer of his stall.

Although you can eat as much as you want on the street here, you can't take it away.

So he usually sells about three sheep a night at most.

As soon as these two little girls arrived, they took up two-thirds of the usual amount.

Those who give money are our ancestors and must be worshipped.

There’s another skinny little girl, but her appetite is really... uh, admirable!

"My mutton is all sourced from the Yi family farm."

Seeing her puzzled look, the boss kindly explained, "There are three major farms in Xingcheng, namely the Jian Family Farm, the Yi Family Farm, and the Wen Family Farm.

The Jian family farm mainly raises ordinary cattle, humped cattle, buffaloes, yaks, big-headed cattle, chickens and ducks.

The Yi family farm mainly raises sheep, goats, rabbits, geese and turkeys.

The Wen family farm mainly raises horses, camels, donkeys, turkeys, pigeons, and quails."

Jian Jinge nodded and asked curiously, "Do you have a limited supply?"

"The amount of goods that ordinary people can buy is limited." The boss confirmed.

Jian Jinge grasped the key words when he heard this, "only limited for ordinary people". What he meant was that if you are not an ordinary person, there will be no limit on the quantity.

“Is it a daily limit or a monthly limit?”

The boss looked at her twice more and jokingly said, "It's limited to a daily quantity. What's up, little girl? Do you have any ideas?"

She smiled, stopped talking, and didn't ask any further questions.

Because, there is no need.

It's not the right time yet.

He began to doubt and be wary of her.

In other words, if she continued asking, she would cross the line and step on other people's interests.

He would not admit it, let alone say it casually.

Anyone who can set up a stall here can't be a newbie. Without some connections, vigilance and means, he would have been eaten up without leaving anything behind.

and.

What he was saying now was no secret, so he was naturally happy to explain it to her.

Once the red line is crossed, it will be another level of testing and pulling. It is too early now.

In fact.

She would also know the superficial things he explained when she went to work in the logistics department.

Mainly because she was interested in some of the behavioral habits of the mutton stall owner.

Some behaviors that are very different from other stall owners.

For example, standing like a pine tree,

His steps were steady, his temperament was calm, and he walked with a hint of confidence and composure.

When turning the roasted lamb, the muscle lines on his arms were smooth and his every movement was very coordinated.

Occasionally, a hint of wisdom and sharpness would naturally reveal itself between his brows without him noticing.

All the small details she observed indicated that he was most likely not an ordinary martial artist.

So, first get close to the boss and become familiar with him.

Sometimes, small people also have their own shining points.

Maybe she might be able to use this talent later.

Anyway, you won’t suffer any loss if you get familiar with it first.

The boss looked at her thoughtfully, took a nibble on the cigarette butt, turned it around, and without asking any further questions, he continued to roast the lamb.

After that, Jian Jinge sat quietly in his seat, looking at the stall owners on the roadside and listening to the gossips of the customers at the next stall.

Let’s watch Jian Xiaobai eat for a while and feast our eyes.

After all, watching a male demon eat is like watching a beautiful woman taking a bath, which is equally pleasing to the eye.

When Jian Xiaobai had almost finished eating, Jian Jinge saw that it was still early, so he took him straight to the city lord's house.

It's time to sign for her house.

After walking out of the food street and turning about three corners, Jian Jinge came to a relatively remote and quiet street and stopped.

"Brother Zhong, now you believe what I said, right? These two are definitely the most stunning beauties I have ever seen in all these years."

Jian Jinge looked at the man who was talking. It was the ugly man who had just come over to chat with her and was shameless and claimed to be her relative.

Oh, what was it called? Never mind. It doesn’t matter.

"Anqiao, you did a great job this time." The burly man called Zhong Ge laughed happily and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, you won't be short of your reward."

"It's my honor to work for Brother Zhong." Anqiao said flatteringly.

Brother Zhong took a step forward and forced out what he thought was a kind smile. "My two beauties, I'm a very kind person. Would you like to come with me on your own initiative, or should I ask you to go?"

The last sentence is very profound and dangerous.

Jian Xiaobai lowered his head slightly, touched his stomach, and his face was full of satisfaction after eating.

The whole person exudes an aura of joy.

Jian Jinge roughly calculated that there were at least 30 people blocking the road ahead, and there were also about a dozen people blocking the way behind.

The appearance was a grand ceremony, and I think they have great respect for them.

It doesn't seem like a sudden action, but rather a premeditated arrangement.

In addition to the sticks in their hands, these people also have bulges on their waists, which look like they are all guns.

This street is not wide, but not narrow either.

The obstructions are just some useless flowers and plants that look good but can be ignored.

In other words, if they were to engage in a direct firepower battle, she, a mortal, would essentially become a sitting duck.

In addition, in the open space, the distance between us and them is still a bit far.

It's impossible to knock so many people out at once at such a distance in an instant.

So, Jian Jinge decided.

"Jian Xiaobai, open your mouth," she said.