第九章封行长的饭局(1/8)

离模特儿大赛开始的日期只有个把月了，仇老闆那里依旧没有动静。只是他们满街的楼盘广告的广告词新近给换了，换成：如此多娇，江山胜景！我们报社一出门的对面街头就立着一大块，我看着楞了半天才反应过来：奶奶的，不就两句话调了个个嘛！看来这仇老闆是喜欢瞎折腾着找乐的主，没准人家还真没啥事就是喜欢把钱发着玩儿的呢？在接到江胜集团刀先生电话前我差点就相信了，这世界还真有免费的午餐。
                                                                                                                                                                刀先生约我喝茶。来者——不善啊！我突然有种江湖森森，风雨欲来的感觉，然后极富斗争经验地建议将喝茶的地点改在了竹林茶楼——因为我熟悉那里的一桌一椅，连有几个女服务员，哪个长得乖点都门儿清！以及茶楼外面的环境地形、背街的堂口小巷——要是要来个突然撤退、摆脱个盯梢啥的，我会立马做出最快速的反应。
                                                                                                                                                                然后，我怀揣了那个牛皮信封出门而去。路上看着街边每一幢楼都像一片风影憧憧的树林，后面一定藏着一个表情冷漠、目光如炬、时时作欲扑杀状的刀客。
                                                                                                                                                                我把自己当成侠客了。当刀先生以一个十分尊敬的双手捧握状的姿势递过来名片时，我的手一抖差点没将名片接住，上面骇冽冽地写着：刀巴。
                                                                                                                                                                这艺人有艺名，作者有笔名，现在看来那些都是过过家家玩玩了，这跑江湖的要弄出个名号来，果真是要唬得住人的。我琢磨着那「巴」字，真的要是写成「疤」字，那名片就掉地上了。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                名如其人。刀先生光头，头却不圆，后脑勺近乎成直角状，活脱脱一把砍刀的模样嘛。
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