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‘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。