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"Three, thirty thousand..." The old man slowly blinked his somewhat cloudy eyes.

Li Jianhua hurriedly stepped forward to support his old mother and sat on the edge of the bed. He sniffed and grinned: "Mom, haven't you always wanted me to have a family? Jingjing finally let go. If I don't buy it for her today, she will run away with someone else immediately."

"I..." The old man looked at her son with a heavy gaze, which seemed to contain many emotions, but she did not speak. She just silently retracted Li Jianhua's hand, stood up, picked up the old man's portrait frame, opened the back, and took out a card.

"This is me..." Coffin Ben.

Li Jianhua was not interested in listening to her and took the card away. The smile on his face deepened and he looked at the old man's eyes full of excitement, "What's the password?"

"900214."

"It's my birthday!"

Li Jianhua kissed Ka, he sniffed, and scratched his itchy arm. He no longer looked at the old man behind him, his mind and eyes were full of Ka, and he opened the door and left in a hurry without saying a word of farewell.

In the small room, the old man sat on the table, looking at the chicken soup in front of him lonely and dazedly.

"People are coming out."

Li Jianhua put his hands in his pockets, hummed a song, and walked out of the unit building briskly.

He glanced around, glanced at the two people sitting on the street eating noodles, and then glanced at the cleaner sweeping the floor.

Li Jianhua walked to a corner, looked at the time, walked to a pancake and fruit stand nearby, and bought a standard version.

While waiting for the pancakes, he answered a phone call.

"Changed the place? Where did you decide?"

"Real or fake, new?"

"...Of course! Leave me ten bags...on the way here."

After hanging up the phone, Li Jianhua urged: "Master, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Hey, okay, right away!"

The old chef bagged the pancakes and handed them to Li Jianhua.

He took it and looked at his phone.

Then he stood next to a motorcycle, ate the pancakes in several gulps, threw away the garbage bag, and left on the motorcycle.

"People went along Huashun Street."

On the other side, at the door of an inconspicuous small KTV on the street, a smoking man squatted.

After a while, a tall and thin man came out with a flattering smile, "Brother, we'll be here in a minute."

"Haha... If the policemen hadn't kept a close eye on them, this batch of goods wouldn't have been sold at such a low price. You guys are lucky."

Qian Bao responded repeatedly: "Thank you, brother."

"You didn't tell anyone, right?"

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