Of Midnight Chats And Black Tea

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for helping me!"

The chemistry teacher wouldn't stop thanking the two under the bridge. As per the agreement, he took a wad of money from the leather bag and handed it to Zhang Heng. Obviously relieved and satisfied, he looked forward to another encounter in the future.

"Any chance of employing your help again for the next transaction?"

Zhang Heng looked toward Little Boy in the back row, raising his eyebrows as a gesture.

Little Boy pondered for a while before speaking. "Call this number. Whether someone answers or not, hang up immediately after hearing the dialing tone. Call again in half an hour. Don't anything unnecessary. Don't reveal your identity. This spot will be our meeting place, and all you need to say is the time to meet."

"Okay, okay," repeated the teacher. He then stuffed the leather bag into the innermost part of his jacket.

"Good luck to you," said Zhang Heng as he started up the car.