The old man didn't care much about Jian Heng. Jian Heng couldn't wait for a response from three words. Whenever the labor fee was mentioned, it would directly push it to the eighty yuan given in front of him. Jian Heng did not charge Jian Heng any extra fees. So within five minutes, Jian Heng stood up and said goodbye.

The old man didn't get up to see him, so he lit up his pipe and continued to sit on the chair. He didn't know if he was closing his eyes to rest, and he even numbed his tendons. Anyway, he just wanted to not send a guest.

When he left the door, he slapped the cardboard box containing the dog into the back of the car and put the dog into the space. At this moment, someone patted Jian Heng behind him.

"Brother, ask you something!"

Jian Heng was startled by the sudden incident, turned his head and glared at the visitor, and said, "I said you can walk without any sound. I was shocked or not?"

After saying that, he closed the car door so that he could not see the empty cardboard box.

The one who photographed Jian Heng was the middle-aged man he met in the yard just now. When he heard Jian Heng say this, he apologized twice: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault!"

"Why haven't you left yet?" Jian Heng asked curiously.

The middle-aged man took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket, popped out one, pinched out one with three hands and handed it to Jian Heng: "Do you smoke?"

"I won't smoke!" Jian Heng raised his hand and gently pushed away the smoke in front of him.

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand and signaled to Jian Heng, meaning that I could smoke? Seeing Jian Heng nodded, the middle-aged man took out a lighter and lit the cigarette first, and then said to Jian Heng: "Why can I dare to leave if I haven't invited anyone? By the way, what's your relationship with the old man?"

Jian Heng was also a little interested in the old man: "What can I do with him? I met him a week ago while going to the market and asked him to help buy a quad black man. Today, the old man has found me and I came here to pick up the dog. It's such a friendship! Where are you?"

As they said that, the two of them stood by the car and set off to chat.

Jian Heng's car was parked at the entrance of the alley about twenty meters in the old man's house, so he was not afraid that the old man would hear it, so the two of them started chatting.

The middle-aged man said, "I? The boss has an idea. We should not break our legs if we take other people's money! Our boss asked me to ask this massage master to help us train a group of massage staff. We will pay 20,000 yuan a month. You said a lot, right? Hey, this old man would rather farm here than go there every year than go. Are you stupid? Is this person stupid? Hey, there is still a way to get over money?"

Jian Henghu ignored the middle-aged man’s question of whether he was rich or not, and focused on others: “You said the old man can massage, which is quite amazing?”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately looked at Jian Heng with a policeman's face and said, "You're not a fellow traveler, right?"

Jian Hengyi smiled and took out his American passport from his 'pocket': "You and I are not in the same journey. I am a small businessman in the United States. Even if I want to, I don't have the ability to carry him to the United States!"

Jian Heng talked about it.

Seeing the passport in Jian Heng's hand, the middle-aged man felt relieved and reached out to pull Jian Heng to the side of the road: "This old man would talk about massage techniques, which is really a first-class person. He has done it in several venues before. But in places like bathing, massage, and saying there is no lady or something, how is that possible? This old man is also strange. As long as there is one in this store, he will report it. In the end, the boss of the venue endured his skills and naturally drove him away. You say that this old man was driven away once, but he did this the second time, and he didn't have a memory at all. After doing it several times, no one was willing to hire him!"

"You guys still want to hire me?" Jian Heng was interesting to listen. In Jian Heng's consciousness, there were some massages and massages. There were a few people who really wanted to do serious things, but they were not counting on getting comfortable in the lower body.

"There is no way, the old man's skills are too good, right? Besides, our boss is very popular and he is not afraid of reporting it. Let's say that, no one in the public security bureau can drive it anywhere. Not only the public security, but also both black and white have to be eaten! If it weren't for just a few certificates to run away to death, would you say it's right?" the middle-aged man said proudly.

After saying that, the middle-aged man's face collapsed again and sighed: "This old guy is not a thing. Do you think it's better to make money? You have to do something that ruins your job. We didn't force those girls to do such things! One is willing to beat the other is willing to get beaten. Now there are still people who are so stupid that they believe in the fact that they are forced to become prostitutes? In this era of materialism, there are no need to force them to make money. There are so many lazy women who want to spread their legs and make money! Our stall is of class, and it is not a kind of woman who can spread her legs and spread her legs and spread her legs! Not only do they have to be beautiful, but they also have to be good at work!"

Middle-aged people say it is quite vulgar, but this is the fact. It is not only in China, but also in Europe and the United States. Women who are willing to take off their pants for money are just like what middle-aged people say, laugh at the poor but not the prostitute. As long as you can make money, who cares where your money comes from.

"It's all like this, Europe and the United States are almost the same!" Jian Heng nodded with a smile.

When the middle-aged man heard that Jian Heng agreed with his point of view, he said, "But this old man is so stupid. It's also worth it. With his virtue, he annoyed his son directly. When his son takes his wife, he wants a 100,000 yuan bride price. The old man can't take it out any longer. So his son's marriage has not been formed, and his wife doesn't like to pay attention to him. Now he has moved to the city with his son, and he looks like he will never interact with each other. Why do you think it's necessary!"

Jian Heng nodded after hearing this: "That's right, then are you now?"

Speaking of this, Jian Heng felt disdain in his heart and thought: It would be better if he doesn’t have such a son. If you get married, it’s natural that the family can raise money. If you can’t raise money at home, it’s my fault? Are you a person with good hands and feet dependent on your parents? Besides, a woman who doesn’t marry you because of a 100,000 yuan bride is worth your father-son relationship?

Jian Heng despised the old man's son very much in his heart.

"The boss's instructions, go in and rub with the old man later!" the middle-aged man sighed.

Jian Heng heard this and said, "Then you can do it, I'm going home."

The middle-aged man sighed: "Let's go!"

Jian Heng made a stand, but he had another idea in his mind. The old man actually had a good massage craft? His ranch was just thinking about carrying out this project, but when he thought about it, he decided to explore the old man's craftsmanship. Compared with the massage masters in Chinatown, who is higher and lower!

But the middle-aged man squatted at the door and made Jian Heng feel embarrassed to get into the sheath. He just said he was going to leave.

"Damn, my brain has forgotten the old man's house..." Jian Heng was stunned for a while, reached out and pretended to look in his pocket, showing that he had forgotten something.

Who knew that before Jian Heng finished his performance, the middle-aged man's cell phone rang in his pocket. After the phone was connected, he chatted for a few words. The middle-aged man waved his hand at Jian Heng, took the trotter to a Buick car, opened the door and got in, and ran away.

"Damn, I was fucked before I finished the performance. I really don't give me a face!" Jian Heng muttered and turned around and walked back to the old man's yard.

Listening to the dog barking or two outside the yard, Jian Heng shouted again at the house.

"Why haven't you left yet?" The old man came out and looked at Jian Heng with an unhappy look on his face.

Jian Heng said: "I heard that you can massage. Because I have been sitting for a long time, my cervical spine is a bit not very good. I would like to ask you to help me press it, and the cost is easy to say."

"One hundred!" The old man heard that Jian Heng was here for a massage, so he directly quoted a price.

"One hundred means one hundred." Now Jian Heng nodded in his hand, so he immediately nodded in agreement.

In this way, the old man let Jian Heng in.

The old man didn't say anything, and took Jian Heng into the side room, signaling Jian Heng to peel off only one underwear, and then lay on the massage table.

Then the old man applied oil to Jian Heng and began to press it seriously.

Ouch! Ouch!

Jian Heng made a sound of pain and happiness from time to time!

I have to say that the old man's technique is particularly good, several levels higher than those of the Chinese masters in Chinatown. To be honest, Jian Heng didn't know that anyone could massage like this. If it hurts, it doesn't hurt too much. It doesn't hurt too much, but it gives you the feeling that the old man's hands found a little bit of pain in your body. As soon as his hands passed by, the muscle suddenly felt a little more comfortable.
Chapter completed!