Super Money Collecting System

It was true that it did not look very obvious, and it was no wonder that when Yamada Ryosuke and Zhou Hui passed by this place a moment ago, they did not notice in the slightest that there was someone sitting beside them.    

    

At this time, Zhou Hui saw that his hair was a little grey, this point was rather shiny in the dark of the night.    

    

Actually, when Zhou Hui saw this man, he already had some thoughts in his heart. However, on the surface, he did not seem to be shocked at all, nor did he change in the slightest.    

    

"Old man, you called us?" Zhou Hui walked in front of the old man, bent down, and pointed at himself with a puzzled expression.    

    

The old man nodded, "That's right, I was just calling you guys, I didn't expect you to be a Chinese."    

    

Zhou Hui was also stunned, he never thought that this old man would actually be able to understand the Chinese language he was speaking.    

    

"Yeah, what are you doing here so late?"    

    

But this time, the old man actually shook his head, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You better find someone I can understand to come over and talk to me."    

    

Zhou Hui immediately frowned, a little confused.    

    

He had clearly understood what the man was saying just now.    

    

At this time, Yamada Ryosuke walked up and bowed to the man, "Greetings Uncle Watanabe!"    

    

After the old man heard his voice, he glanced at Yamada Ryosuke and nodded his head in satisfaction.    

    

"That's right, that's right. If I'm not wrong, you are that kid Shan Tian's son, right?"    

    

The expression on Yamada Ryosuke's face did not soften in the slightest, but instead remained cold and stern.    

    

"Uncle, you have good eyesight. It's been so many years, but you still remember me. It really wasn't easy."    

    

Watanabe Makoto nodded, and turned to look at Zhou Hui, "You must have something to talk to me about, right?"    

    

Zhou Hui was surprised and asked suspiciously, "Yamada Ryosuke, how did he know?"    

    

Yamada Ryosuke did not speak, and only looked at Zhou Hui indifferently.    

    

Previously, although Zhou Hui knew that Yamada Ryosuke had met him before, he did not know of any twists and turns that had once happened between them. Now that he had met Watanabe Makoto, Zhou Hui only felt that he did not seem to like Watanabe Makoto very much.    

    

"Come on, let's not stay here. Let's move somewhere else to talk. Xiaotian, this should be your territory right? Why don't you invite me in for a cup of tea?"    

    

After Yamada Ryosuke heard his words, she gave him a stern face and made a gesture to invite him in.    

    

Zhou Hui felt that this person's face was just too thick.    

    

He immediately walked forward and followed closely behind Yamada Ryosuke.    

    

Who would have thought that Watanabe Makoto did not stand up, and was even stopping the two of them.    

    

"Wait, you two brats just focus on walking forward and leaving your father here."    

    

When Zhou Hui heard his voice, she turned around suspiciously to see that Watanabe Makoto was still sitting under the tree.    

    

He didn't move at all.    

    

He looked at him suspiciously, then looked at Yamada Ryosuke.    

    

He walked back to Watanabe Makoto's side and bent down to ask, "Uncle, what's wrong?"    

    

"Can't you see? My feet are twisted! " Watanabe Makoto said snappily, "Seriously, if I was fine, would it be possible for me to sit under this tree in the middle of the night?"    

    

Zhou Hui only felt that it was funny when she heard his voice.    

    

He forced himself not to laugh and joined Yamada Ryosuke and the other two on the left and right, bringing Watanabe Makoto back to the villa on the mountain.    

    

After returning, Yamada Ryosuke immediately called for people to help treat the sprain on his legs.    

    

This old man didn't put on any act. When Ye Zichen treated his wounds, he would scream out loud, looking like he was showing his fangs and brandishing his claws.    

    

It was just that other than this, Zhou Hui felt that he was no different from this old man who looked like an ordinary person as he looked at him under the lamp.    

    

If not for the fact that he kept cursing from the bottom of his mouth, Zhou Hui would have even thought that he was a very kind grandfather.    

    

He did look like a kind person, but his mouth was different.    

    

Indeed, he was connected to the Watanabe Makoto that Yamada Ryosuke had described to him earlier.    

    

After he finished treating his wounds, where there were no longer any outsiders present, Watanabe Makoto recovered his serious expression and asked, "Speak, why did the two of you look for me tonight?"    

    

Zhou Hui laughed, then turned and looked at Yamada Ryosuke, "Old man, you are really interesting, how did you know that the two of us are looking for you, why can't we go for a walk at night?"    

    

Although Yamada Ryosuke was helpless, he still helped to convey Zhou Hui's message to him.    

    

However, he never expected that after Watanabe Makoto finished listening, he actually sneered, and continued to speak like this, "Forget it, as men, do you two go for a walk in the woods at the top of the mountain together at night? Someone has to believe it. "    

    

"Interesting," Zhou Hui muttered softly after hearing his words.    

    

He truly felt that this old man was very different, and had aroused Zhou Hui's interest in him.    

    

But no matter what, she linked him to that Watanabe Makoto who killed people without batting an eye, just based on her own liking.    

    

"To be honest, there's indeed a reason why I called you here today," Zhou Hui said this as he lowered his head in deep thought. Not wanting to hide anything, he spoke with determination, "I heard that you lost a batch of goods a while ago!"    

    

Hearing his words, Watanabe Makoto's originally laughing expression instantly froze.    

    

At this moment, his entire body had tensed up, and Zhou Hui could even feel the traces of flame in the air.    

    

Watanabe Makoto's eyes were deep as he stared at Zhou Hui. No one knew what he was thinking about.    

    

At this time, Zhou Hui suddenly had a bad feeling.    

    

When he thought that he still had the mind-reading, and Watanabe Makoto was using it to size him up, Zhou Hui quickly made eye contact with him.    

    

But who would have thought that after looking at him for a while, Zhou Hui was actually unable to see through his thoughts at all.    

    

He frowned.    

    

Zhou Hui didn't quite understand what was going on.    

    

Why couldn't he see through the old man?    

    

Could it be that she had been staring straight into his eyes for too short a time? Zhou Hui fell into deep thought.    

    

At this time, Watanabe Makoto opened his mouth once again, "Brat, how long are you going to keep staring at me for, could it be that there's something on my face?"    

    

Only now did Zhou Hui come back to his senses. It turned out that when he was deep in thought earlier, he had never taken back his gaze.    

    

But even after the two of them looked at each other for so long, Zhou Hui still could not figure out what he was thinking.    

    

It was clear how shrewd this person was.    

    

"Didn't you mention the goods I lost earlier? Why didn't you continue? Do you have news of my goods? " Watanabe Makoto was no longer as stern as before, but the words he said, the tone in his voice, also made him unable to relax.    

    

Zhou Hui suddenly turned, "That's not it, I just want to ask -"