‘好像是，烟土组织发来的。’

‘等等，让我看看。’

‘深于看着电脑上的信息。’

‘好，将日乐汽水那里，我亲自去送货。’

深于带着周涛等人去到了交易地点。

那里蹲着几个人四处张望着，看见深于几人刚想驱赶，又看见箱子上的日乐，几人立马跑到深于面前。

‘Okay, okay, we don't have any cash at the moment. Why don't we exchange it for tobacco. ’

几名马仔亮出身后的烟土。

‘他们说什么？’

‘他们说，没有现金，要拿烟土换。’

深于看着面前这些摇摇晃晃的马仔。

‘问问他们谁的领头的。’

‘Who is the leader here. ’

几名马仔将路让开，一个年轻人走到前面。

‘I, I'm sorry, we really don't have any cash right now. Can we exchange tobacco for it first. ’

‘Are you in charge of this warehouse. ’

‘Yes, yes, can we deliver it. ’

‘Sure, of course. Do you want more free Japanese music. ’

‘Yes, of course I do. ’

‘Give us the warehouse. ’

‘what? The warehouse is for you, no, this is impossible. He will kill me, will he kill me? Everything. ’

‘Isn't it even more unfortable without Japanese music? Is life worse than death. ’

刘文走到箱子前划开，拿出一瓶日乐汽水晃了晃。

日乐汽水和玻璃瓶碰撞的声音就像钟一样敲击着领头人的心。

领头人就像疯了一样想要拿到那瓶日乐。

深于的小弟看见便拦了下来。

‘Hey, warehouse, give it to us. We'll give you endless Japanese snacks. ’

领头的男子眼神死死盯着刘文手中的日乐，头如捣蒜般点。