A whole row of Mercedes-Benz Maybachs, this scene is not much different from the Prime Minister of Laos when traveling.

In just a short while, a row of twelve black Maybachs stopped at the door. A dozen men in black suits got out of the cars and looked around, seemingly checking for any danger.

Although it was only their first meeting, Lin Chu could clearly feel that these people had an aura that was not found in ordinary people.

That is murderous intent!

This is not something made up in novels, but a real thing. There is a mysterious and mysterious difference in momentum between those who have killed people and those who have not.

This difference may be very slight and cannot be noticed by ordinary people, but Lin Chu can feel it.

And with his amazing powers of observation, he could tell that almost every one of these men had a penis on their waist.

Although Laos and Vietnam are not China, and gun control is not as strict, it is definitely not easy to get a gun.

What's more, in a situation like this, it's almost blatant to use a gun.

A dozen men quickly explored the surrounding area of ​​the yard, and then a few of them vaguely surrounded Lin Chu and his party, while a leading man gestured towards a Maybach in the middle.

The passenger door was pushed open, and then a strong man who looked like a brown bear got out of the passenger car, glanced around, and then opened the back door. A middle-aged man in a suit

Walked down from above.

In the car behind, there was also a fat uncle following closely behind.

The middle-aged man who came down earlier glanced at Lin Chu and his party, and his eyes fell on Zhang Qingyun, "Xiaoyun, we two haven't seen each other for several years."

"It's been many years, Uncle Zheng."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zhang Qingyun also hurriedly spoke out, not daring to show any slightness.

It can be said that he is very clear about the identity of the middle-aged man in front of him. Let alone him, even the old man of his family does not dare to show any slightness in front of this person.

"Who are these your friends?"

The middle-aged man spoke casually, with a calm tone, as if he didn't want to waste much time. If it weren't for Zhang Jiunan's face, he wouldn't even bother to say anything more to Zhang Qingyun.

"Yes, these are my friends. They said they wanted to see what a house made of jade would look like, so I brought them over to see it." Zhang Qingyun explained aloud.

"How about you wait for a while? When I finish talking about the matter, I will take you around personally?" the middle-aged man said.

"No, no, no, we're almost done,"

Zhang Qingyun waved his hands hurriedly, he was not a fool, he would not be able to distinguish between politeness and sincerity.

What appeared to be an invitation was actually a disguised eviction order.

If he were waiting here, people would definitely take him around twice, but by then, his impression in people's minds would probably be ruined.

"It will be noon soon, let's go eat first."

"Okay, okay, if that's the case..."

The middle-aged man was quite happy that Zhang Qingyun was so knowledgeable. He originally wanted to say a few words to send these people away, but he saw the fat uncle who got off the car behind him walking up.

"Brother Lin, we two are really destined."

The fat old man following behind laughed out loud.

The fat uncle following the middle-aged man was naturally none other than Sun Huahu.

"Brother Sun, I didn't expect to see you here." Lin Chu shook hands with Sun Huahu with a smile on his face. For Sun Huahu, who spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to support him when they first met,

Naturally, he has some good feelings in his heart.

Even two people who have only met once can, to a certain extent, be called friends.

At their level, friends are a very luxurious thing, just like Zhou Tianhua once gave Lin Chu a manor worth more than 3 billion yuan, just to make a friend with Lin Chu.

This kind of friendship is not a business cooperation, but more like a heart-to-heart relationship.

It's hard for ordinary people to have a heart-to-heart relationship, let alone them...

"Mr. Zheng and I have something to do. Let's talk here." Sun Huahu spoke concisely and clearly, and then pointed to the house made of jade, "You're here to see this house? It's made entirely of jade.

With just one share, you can’t find another one in the whole of Lao Vietnam, or even in the whole of Asia.”

"Maybe in a few years, this house will be listed as an intangible cultural heritage,"

Sun Huahu sighed, "How beautiful. If I had money, I would also want to get one like this."

"Mr. Sun is being modest when he says this, right?"

The middle-aged man didn't know when he arrived not far away, and said with a smile on his face, "With your worth, Mr. Sun, if you really want to, you can build a bigger one."

"I didn't build this courtyard because of my passion."

Without waiting for Sun Huahu to answer, the middle-aged man just said, "Our ancestors made their fortune from jade and jade, and then they got bigger and bigger. Later, when my grandfather was here, he just wanted to use jade to build buildings."

A house was never built due to various reasons."

"Slowly, my generation came. One day, I suddenly found my grandfather's diary from the old house, saw the idea of ​​the emerald house, and thought that I had never inherited the home in my life.

I just wanted to fulfill my grandfather’s last wish and let people build this courtyard.”

Listening to the middle-aged man's explanation, Lin Chu's doubts suddenly became clear.

At first, he thought he was some prodigal son who spent so much money to build such an emerald house just for the sake of publicity, but he didn't expect that it was actually to fulfill his grandfather's last wish.

Although in the eyes of many people, this was an unbelievable thing, in Lin Chu's eyes, it was not so unacceptable.

After all, when money reaches a certain level, it is just a string of numbers. It is not unacceptable to use a string of numbers to fulfill the last wishes of ancestors.

"Mr. Sun, you haven't introduced this little brother to me yet."

The middle-aged man chuckled.

If he were just a friend of Zhang Qingyun, he would naturally have no interest in contacting him, and would not even bother to chime in with him.

But Sun Huahu’s friends are different.
Chapter completed!