Restoring the appearance based on oral description requires the narrator to have a deep impression of the goal and also have accurate expression skills.

However, Liao Chengren does not have these two points. He had been in contact with Turner for a short time, so he naturally had no deep impression. He was very slow to look at the white people. He felt that white people looked the same, and even he could not make accurate judgments on Turner's age.

In fact, this situation is not uncommon, because there is no recognition between the races of each other. The white race is the same as the yellow race. Unless they are familiar with acquaintances who often deal with, they will be the same as everyone else.

In the end, despite the effort, it only painted a rough portrait.

Ning Zhiheng looked at the finished product in his hand. The facial features of the person in the painting were completely popular. He had to shake his head and gave up helplessly.

He hasn't written about portraits of characters for a long time, mainly because he rarely intervenes in front-line intelligence work now. This time he finally used this skill again, but the result was not satisfactory, which made him a little depressed.

From Liao Chengren's description, Ning Zhiheng didn't get much. Mr. Turner, a white middle-aged man, has an ordinary body shape and appearance, and is not conspicuous among foreigners in Hong Kong. Even Ning Zhiheng is sure that this name is fake.

In this way, the difficulty of finding can be imagined. If Ning Zhiheng was in Chongqing or Shanghai, he still had the ability to find a target, but this was something that Ning Zhiheng could not find in Hong Kong.

Thinking of this, he looked at Liao Chengren again, and there was only this line at the moment.

"Mr. Liao, it seems that I will continue to trouble you."

Liao Chengren said: "Mr. Qi, I really can't help you. Otherwise, I will return the money to you and I will not receive any rewards without merit!"

After saying that, he had to take out the money from his pocket, but he was not greedy. He deserved the reward he copied before, but the money he earned was too easy afterwards, and the other party was obviously dissatisfied and he was embarrassed to take it.

"No, no!" Ning Zhiheng waved his hand and said. Of course he didn't care about this little money. His face became more and more kind at this time. "On the contrary, I am very satisfied with today's gains. You should get more rewards, so..."

Speaking of this, he took out his wallet again, picked it up, took out a bank note, and handed it to Liao Chengren.

This is the third time Liao Chengren saw Ning Zhiheng withdraw money from his wallet today. The first two times were cash and banknotes. The third time he simply took out the bank note, and the bill was larger than the other time.

"This is two thousand dollars!"

Liao Chengren suddenly widened his eyes, and took it back as if he had just reached out. No matter how slow he was, he could feel something was wrong. The copy he copied was definitely not an ordinary microfilm. Mr. Turner and the Mr. Qi in front of him were not good people. Things would never be simple. He was afraid that he would cause trouble.

So he waved his hands repeatedly and refused, "There are too many, Mr. Qi, I don't know what your purpose is, nor what the content in the film is. I'm just an ordinary person..."

When Ning Zhiheng saw it, he couldn't help but feel helpless. His work was too big, which scared Liao Chengren so much that he didn't dare to collect money, which made him backfire.

He comforted and said, "Mr. Liao, I'm misunderstood. My purpose is to find this Mr. Turner. All you have to do is to call me when he appears again, and you don't have to worry about other things."

Liao Chengren was stunned and asked in confusion: "Mr. Qi means, will Mr. Turner come to me?"

"It's just possible. Of course, if he doesn't come again, the two thousand dollars will be regarded as a hard work fee for you. This matter will be given up. If he really comes to you again, then you can find an opportunity to inform me secretly. Remember, don't disturb him. I will leave you a phone number. After the matter is done, I will pay you another three thousand dollars. And I promise that it won't be implicated in the end. Your safety is definitely not a problem."

After listening to Ning Zhiheng's words, Liao Chengren felt that his heart was beating wildly. Five thousand dollars was undoubtedly a huge sum of money that could change his life for him. All he had to do was to make a phone call and do nothing. The two thousand dollars had been obtained, which was a great thing that would be lost in the world!

He looked at Ning Zhiheng in disbelief, forced himself to calm down, and said, "Mr. Qi, are you saying true?"

Looking at Liao Chengren's expression, Ning Zhiheng nodded secretly. The matter has been settled. In this world, ordinary civilians work hard to live in the world, and there are a few who can keep their true hearts under the temptation of money. Moreover, this matter is just a slight effort for Liao Chengren.

Soon the two reached a consensus, and Liao Chengren agreed to Ning Zhiheng's request and explained everything clearly. Ning Zhiheng then left the library.

At the same time, at a street corner near the dock, Feizai and Aren were blocked in the corner by a group of people. Although the leader was not tall, he had wide shoulders and thick backs and strong figures. This strong man was a lord leader who specialized in gambling business.

I saw him with a fierce and ferocious look on his face. He looked at Feizai and Aren, slowly pushed forward, spat hard, and cursed: "You bad boy, I owe so much debt. I only gave you a three-day deadline when I see you. But you are fine. I can't even see a ghost these days, so I run away when I see me. Why are you planning to be lazy?"

It turns out that in the past few days, Feizai and Aren have been scouting the dock near the dock and are preparing to sneak in and get the cigar back, so there is no time to gamble.

Rotten Guidong soon discovered the abnormality. According to the past situation, gamblers like Feizai became more and more jealous the more they lost money, and they wanted to find an opportunity to make a profit. As a result, most of them would fall deeper and deeper, and they would owe more and more money, and they would not pay off the interest alone, and eventually they would become fish meat and it would be difficult to turn over.

However, Feizai did not appear for several days, which made Lan Guidong feel something was wrong. When the three-day period arrived, he brought people to the door. However, at Feizai's place, he did not see Feizai at all. He was anxious. You must know that Feizai owe too much money, even if it was not counted as interest, it was only 10,000 Hong Kong dollars. This is not a small amount, so you must not just forget it. So you sent people to search and finally found two people here.

Feizai and Aren were blocked in the corner and couldn't help but complain. Their skills were just as good as the enemy, with fewer enemies and no hope of winning. They were forced into the corner again and there was no possibility of getting out. Feizai bowed and explained: "Brother Dong, give me a few more days of grace. I'm a little tight now. Wait a few more days, and I will definitely pay off the capital and interest, so why bother..."

But before he finished speaking, Lan Guidong stepped forward and kicked him in the chest. Feizai's body was backward and hit the wall heavily.

When Aren saw his brother being beaten, he was anxious and rushed forward. However, he was blocked by Rotten Guidong with one hand, then punched Aren in the face and fell to the ground.

Lan Guidong was originally the red stick in the hall, the leader of many thugs, and he had good skills and was brave enough to make a comeback. It was naturally no problem to deal with a character like Feizai.

With a wave of his hand, his gang members rushed up and surrounded Feizai and the others in the middle. They beat him up and beat him up. Fortunately, they were quite experienced. They were curled up together and held their heads with their hands to protect the vital points. Soon, they were beaten to the point of bleeding, and they couldn't even make a pleading sound.

"alright!"

Seeing that the fire was almost over, Lan Guidong shouted, and the gang members stopped hearing the sound and dispersed. He saw that the two of them were still curled up and lying on the ground motionlessly.

However, Lan Guidong knew that his people would not kill him. Feizai and Aren were from Heshengtang after all. If they were beaten to death, there would definitely be a fire in the two halls. The final result was that both sides would suffer losses and he would not be able to lose.

Lan Guidong stepped forward and stepped on Feizai's head, pressing his face to the ground, and couldn't help but scream!

"Feizai, you can't escape this account. Even if your boss comes, you still have to follow the rules of the world. Listen, I'll give you two more days. If you don't pay back the money, don't blame me."

Speaking of this, Lan Guidong snorted coldly, and his feet exerted force again, and Feizai let out another "ah".

"At that time, you won't have to pay back the money. I'll just chop off your feet and you can crawl and walk with your hands in the future!"

After saying that, he stopped talking. He waved his hand and took his subordinates away.

After a long time, the two people on the ground slowly raised their heads, looked at each other, immediately let out a few screams of pain, and struggled to sit up with grin.

They have been used to being beaten since childhood, with proper protection and not serious injuries. In addition, they are young and strong, so they are not seriously injured.

"Pooh!"

After a long time, Feizai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeves and spitted a mouthful of blood on the ground, "What should I do? The wolf Dong chased him so tightly, so I can't hide it anymore, otherwise I would ask Brother Bing to have a talk first."

Aren also had bleeding from his forehead. He covered it with his hands, but the blood still flowed down, covering his eyes. He wiped it and said helplessly: "Even if Brother Bing comes forward, he still needs to have money to pay it back!"

Pay back the money from the debt! It is even more fatal to owe the casino. Even if they have a gang like them, the boss behind them will be brought out for the sake of their fellow workers. For the sake of their fellow workers, the casino will only reduce some interest, but at least they have to peel off the skin.

Feizai gritted his teeth and said, "I think we can't wait any longer. We will do it tonight. I hope God has eyes and things are really there, otherwise we will have to run away."

Aren hesitated a little: "Tonight? The situation in the dock has not been clearly understood, so I don't have much confidence. What if there is really an ambush?"

"Otherwise?" Feizai said angrily, "Time doesn't wait for anyone. Can you really wait for this madman to come to the door? You'll really have to break your hands and feet? I don't want to be a lame man and go begging for food!"
Chapter completed!