Chapter 6 Deep Strategy

  As soon as the old man's words came out, Shen Qingyang's eyebrows were twisted into a knot! How did he know the name of this desolate place? This is Zhonghai City, a border town, and Bambusa forest is far away in Nigeria, thousands of miles apart!

  The old man glanced at Shen Qingyang with a careless expression, his face suddenly becoming animated. He stood up and let out a snicker: "Heh heh... it's getting late, I've got to get to work!"

  The sun rose to the third pole, and the warm sunlight was soothing. Shen Qingyang calmed down a bit, put the silver-plated vodka flask in his arms, and looked at the old man with interest, expressionless.

  "You said you could help me!" The icy words slammed into the old man's ears, with a very hard feeling. As soon as Shen Qingyang spoke, his face turned red, he didn't need anyone else's help at all, in the few years of being a mercenary, how many times was it that he escaped from death, no one helped him, the key was that he didn't believe in anyone. Except for that deputy who died in his own arms.

  The old man stretched his waist and let out a mouthful of yellow teeth with a strong smell of wine: "I said, but not now!"

  "I've paid your wages!" Still a stiff phrase.

  "Hmm... how should I put it? Do you know how much I make in a day? But the price you offered is reasonable, so I can still consider it!"

  "How much?" Shen Qingyang glanced at the old man with a hunched back and stooped shoulders. At his age, with such a physique, being able to earn enough for daily expenses was already a decent income.

  The old man looked at Shen Qingyang and made a "tsk" sound, saying: "You can't afford the commission!" After that, he shook his body and walked towards the opposite side of the alley.

  Shen Qingyang suddenly smiled, can't afford his commission? Haha! In the past two days in Zhonghai, I've encountered all sorts of strange people and things. At the airport security check, there was a woman tailing me, still can't figure out what kind of force she's with.

  Last night, I met a lame man who stole my graduation certificate. Now, I've run into a slovenly old fellow. However, according to Shen Qingyang's judgment, this person is definitely not an ordinary person: he knows where the thief from last night is, and more importantly, he can smell the scent of Bambusa forest on the wine jug!

  Shen Qingyang didn't believe the old man was telling the truth! Even if everything he just said was a lie, what's his purpose? Just to cheat him out of a drink? Obviously not, because he couldn't even afford to pay the old man's daily wages. He wasn't short on drinking money!

  Shen Qingyang tidied up his jacket and followed the old man. The small street was shabby, with various shops along the street already open for business, and the number of people on the street began to increase. Different languages intertwined, and the noise made one's mind feel annoyed and disordered.

  Shen Qingyang had enough composure to shield himself from external disturbances, which was a necessary quality for mercenaries and also one of the subjects taught in Hunter School: Anti-interference! So, once he locked onto his target, nothing could stop him from acting.

  "It's better for young people to find a career to make a living, don't be like those cripples, even the ones who can walk have been fooled..."

  The two were not far apart, his voice was very vicissitudinous, with a sense of being tempered by the mundane world. Shen Qingyang remained unmoved, but a warm feeling rose in her heart. Her profession was that of a mercenary, fighting for money, but it hadn't been since the battle at Bambusa Forest.

  "You think I can't afford to pay you for a day's work? Name your price!" Shen Qingyang lazily gazed out at the street scene, the old man still lingering within five meters of him. Suddenly, a rapid "beeping" sound reached his ears.

  This was an electronic sound, and judging from the wavelength, it should be a BP machine. From the sound quality, it should be Sony Han Xian. Shen Qingyang's ears moved slightly, and he saw the old man take out a black BP machine the size of a cigarette box from his pocket, looked at it, and a faint smile appeared on his face that was hard to grasp.

  "What's the price?" The old man put the BP machine in his arms and groaned for a moment: "Please treat me to a big meal, this is the cheapest price!"

  Shen Qingyang nodded, his right hand casually making an "ok" gesture. This was a special gesture to communicate with the brothers, meaning "as you wish". However, Shen Qingyang quickly put it away in his tactical bag and silently followed behind the old man.

  Unintentionally, he had already exposed too much! The certificates during the airport security check, yesterday's Hunter School graduation certificate, today's vodka bottle, and now his habitual gestures - Shen Qingyang felt a little regretful, his heart skipped a beat, and then smiled lightly: "Which one to go to? Is it Emperor Hotel or Kempinski?"

  "That's a place for high-end talent!" The old man chuckled and said, "I couldn't enjoy that environment, let's go to Yi Shui Zhai!"

  Just finished breakfast and already have to eat lunch, Shen Qingyang really doesn't know what the difference is between those who eat several meals a day and pigs. When fighting in the jungle, it's often several days without food or water, and you still have to be on guard against enemy ambushes.

  The small street soon came to an end, and the city building clusters of Zhonghai were in sight. Shen Qingyang lazily looked at the distant building clusters, where was the real Zhonghai City, here was just a suburb, although there were also buildings, but it was far from the city center.

  "Caoshichang is in the southwest, you can go there to take a stroll when you have time, and if you're lucky, you might find a good job!" The old man muttered as he turned his head to look at Shen Qingyang: "What's your specialty? Like welding or something."

  Shen Qingyang shook his head: "Won't!" The tactical bag had a special electric welding qualification certificate, Shen Qingyang deliberately concealed his identity and could not easily expose himself from now on.

  "Heh heh! Only know how to shoot and kill? This is not good, it's easy to degenerate!" The old man glared with his crimson eyes: "However, if you have skills, you can still find a decent job, such as being a security guard at Xing Tian Ge, but there are too many capable people there, making it hard to make a living!"

  "I'll cook... " Shen Qingyang suddenly felt like laughing, cooking was one of his hobbies, the same as killing. Putting down the sniper rifle and picking up a kitchen knife brought him the same pleasure.

  "What dish?" The old man suddenly sparkled in his eyes, standing opposite Shen Qingyang and sizing him up: "Like a chef!"

  "What should I call you?" Shen Qingyang suddenly thought of a very important question, and he had invited him to have breakfast without even knowing his name.

  "Dummy! Everyone calls me this, and another nickname is Chen Ba! I don't have a name."

  The old man can talk! Shen Qingyang lazily followed behind Dumb Old Man, thinking about how to obtain important information.

  "Hey, if you don't like going to Cao Shi, you can go to Hei Shi instead. It's easier to find work there, but it's all hard labor. If you have the strength, you can make a living! But I think you're not the type who can endure hardship, and yet you've managed to stay so chubby while serving in the army!"

  "I'm not a soldier, you old fool!" Shen Qingyang coldly gazed at the old man's back, if he didn't know those important information, Shen Qingyang would have kicked him to death, annoying ghost!

  "Your black eagle combat jacket, tactical backpack, silver vodka flask, and that lighter all suggest you're a soldier, maybe even a mercenary!"

  Shen Qingyang had mentally prepared himself for these exposures, so he wasn't surprised at all and just smiled it off.

  "And your hand, it has a bloody smell, did you kill someone and escape..."

  "Uncle, you talk too much!"

  "Hehe! Just bored!"

  "From now on, you can talk about the Mediterranean, Cao Shi and what's with Hei Shi Town!" Shen Qingyang's voice was too cold, and Diao Bo was obviously intimidated. The old man glanced at Shen Qingyang and found his face somewhat pale.

  His originally handsome face had only gained a few extra pounds of flesh, making him look like a cook. The old man chuckled and said, "Old man talks too much! For the price of one meal, you can only get this information, I won't say more... But I can also tell you some more, consider it the cost of that shot of vodka for breakfast!"

  Shen Qingyang had a sufficient understanding of Diao Bo's identity, just as the old man had an understanding of Shen Qingyang. Neither of them were simpletons, one was a cunning and experienced old hand who navigated the complex society with ease; the other was a specially trained, uniquely skilled mercenary.

  However, both of them had hidden their cleverness! Judging from Ah-yi's behavior and demeanor, he didn't look as old as he seemed, at most not more than fifty years old, although he looked very old, worn out by the hardships of life.

  He can grasp his own characteristics for rational analysis, one reason is that he has experience in identifying people, and it is also possible that he had some understanding of himself beforehand. Since he knew the cripple with the silver vodka flask, it cannot be ruled out that they are birds of a feather.

  Shen Qingyang still smiled lightly, listening to Old Man Yu's information about the three "satellite cities" of the Central Sea, which was nothing more than the characteristics, scenery and people of the three regions. Shen Qingyang already had a good understanding of this and didn't need to know much to realize that those three places were chaotic lands where dragons and fishes mixed together.

  Chen Chen is a Chinese Indonesian, but Shen Qingyang doesn't know where he's from. The mercenary team is a loose organization, especially for an unknown group like the "Brave Warriors". The twenty-eight people of different backgrounds are only together for money. Shen Qingyang and Chen Chen get along well, simply because they share a common language - Chinese.

  The city center looks close but is actually far away. The high-rise buildings in Zhonghai City are too numerous, forming a large-scale building group that covers up the scattered suburbs very well.

  "This is the boundary of the city, once you cross this street, it's the real Zhonghai City!" Dumbel lit a cigarette and took a deep drag: "Now you know why I wanted to come here? Yishuizhai is a famous Chinese restaurant far and wide, good food at a low price, I have to come and enjoy it every now and then!"

  Shen Qingyang nodded, looked up and saw a three-story old building with a yellowish-brown color. On the first floor, above the water tower, hung a worn-out wooden signboard with three large characters in grass script: "Yi Shui Zhai". The signboard was already old and weathered, looking like it might fall at any moment.

  The front door of "Yishui Zhai" was deserted, perhaps it wasn't time to eat yet. However, Shen Qingyang saw the sign that read "Temporarily Suspended Business" on the vermilion-painted gate at a glance. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart: The old man is indeed cursed by street food!

  Yuba also saw the "suspended business" sign, and his old face seemed to tighten: "What the hell? It was still bustling here a week ago!" He said, stepping up onto the steps and peeking inside through the door.

  "Let's change to another one!" Shen Qingyang didn't have time to dawdle with him, he needed to find that crippled thief as soon as possible.

  "Across the street, there is a Tianyeyuan, it seems..." Shen Qingyang looked across the street and saw that diagonally opposite "Yishuizhai" was indeed a restaurant, which appeared to be quite large in scale, with an obviously higher grade than this place.

  "No exchange!" Yu Bo suddenly raised his voice, somewhat displeased.

  The door suddenly opened a crack, revealing a doll's face: "Closed for the day!" A crisp voice floated over from nowhere.

  Hubert yanked out the doll from behind the door and pointed at the sign on it, shouting "What's going on? Banji!"

  "Ah...... My sister is inside, go ask her!"

  Shen Qingyang leaned lazily against the willow tree by the street, casting a glance at Yu Bo and that strange young man. The guy looked somewhat short, with furrows on his brow and an unusual tone of voice! He felt indignant in his heart: It seems that old man is destined to eat here, even if this restaurant is not open for business!

  The same Chinese restaurant, "Tianze Garden" across the street is booming, while "Yishui Zhai" is doing so poorly, it seems that the owner is not cut out for business!

  Shen Qingyang lit a cigarette, and the lighter in his hand kept making crisp sounds.

  "Uncle! What's wrong?" A clear and soft Wu dialect voice floated over.

  "How can you be closed? I've brought customers here!"

  "Uncle!"

  Shen Qingyang's spirit was momentarily stunned, and he turned his head to look at the vermilion gate of "Yishui Zhai", a delicate and fair face appeared before his eyes, and his head couldn't help but spin: What a beautiful woman!

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