To Jiang Ling's surprise, their meeting was not in a deep room that was pretending to be profound, but in a bright flower hall with beautiful women and phonographs singing music. Moreover, Mr. Huang was not sitting withered, he was playing mahjong.

There were only three people on the poker table, and one was empty, and three were missing and one was not a match, but these three were still enjoying themselves.

When he saw Jiang Ling coming in, a bald old man told him without raising his head, "Here's here, sit down and play twice, there's just a shortage of people."

"I won't play your way, and I'm not here to play mahjong."

Jiang Ling watched the strange fighting style of the three people and bluntly refused the old man's request.

"Haha, brother is going to be embarrassed. When was the last time I was rejected for the invitation of a little girl?"

A middle-aged man with short hair on his left hand joked.

The bald old man stroked his head, thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "Twenty years ago?"

"Ha ha!"

"How do you feel when you relive your old dream?" The middle-aged man in a short-haired suit was so polite that he didn't open the pot.

The bald old man was not angry, and then laughed and said cheerfully: "Don't say it, it's quite fresh!"

"This lame mahjong is really troublesome. I said, "I'll just make a fuss. If you win, buy flowers for you. If you lose, I will count on mine, okay?"

The middle-aged man in the blue shirt on his right hand slowly played a card and complained.

Jiang Ling still shook his head, but this time he didn't refuse so directly.

The three of them here are all mature characters with a sharp-eyed look. How could they not tell the thoughts of Jiang Ling, a little girl? Seeing Jiang Ling hesitating, the middle-aged man on her left was happy.

"Third brother, if you want to make girls happy, my elder brother and I can't beat you together."

The middle-aged man in blue shirt was not in a hurry. He carefully looked at the cards, played a card, and then replied, "What did the second brother say? Ala is not to make girls happy, Ala respects women and knows how to make them vain."

The two of them were amused by the words of the middle-aged man in blue shirts.

Especially the one in the suit, who stood up with a shaking head, clicked Jiang Ling, and said half-jokingly: "Since my third brother is pity, why would you take this woman back?"

The bald middle-aged man frowned slightly and looked at the middle-aged man in blue.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt seemed not to notice the bald middle-aged man's gaze, and shook his hand and smiled: "The ladies at home have already made Du unable to resist. Don't tease me, two brothers!"

The middle-aged man in the suit smiled and said nothing more. The bald middle-aged man also withdrew his gaze and locked his gaze again on Jiangling.

In an instant, Jiang Ling felt a great pressure, and the hair on her back stood up, causing her to breathe even harder. It was hard to imagine how the gentleman could speak calmly under this sight.

"Little baby, do you want to see me?"

The bald middle-aged man, the legendary Mr. Huang, said with a pipe in his mouth and said with a smile.

Jiang Ling's eyes began to turn red, his fists were clenched, and even his back teeth were exerted. Finally, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and said loudly, "Yes!"

Mr. Huang's eyes lit up. The middle-aged man in the green shirt looked at Jiang Ling unexpectedly, and then smiled.

With a sound of his voice, Jiang Ling seemed to break some kind of confinement and instantly gained freedom. She couldn't help but breathe a lot and said again, "Mr. Huang, it's me that I want to see you."

Mr. Huang's eyes remained unchanged, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was looking down at some kind of low-end life. After a while, he spoke indifferently, "I don't want to see you, but I want to know which god is the one who has the guts to duct me."

As soon as he said that, Mr. Huang put down the pipe in his hand and waved to Jiang Ling with one hand, saying, "Isn't there a letter? Take it. There are not many people who dare to send me this message in this year."

Jiang Ling pursed her lips tightly, endured a huge sense of humiliation, took out the envelope hidden in her cuffs, and put it down on Mr. Huang's mahjong table.

Mr. Huang opened the envelope with a little interest.

The first thing that fell out was a piece of kraft paper.

Mr. Huang was slightly stunned.

Those who wrote letters and greetings to him were either rich or noble, and at least they used gold paper. He hadn't seen anything like this that was used to paste walls for several years.

Could it be that this person asked for his old relative who had never seen the world in his remote area?

Mr. Huang's mouth began to tilt to one side, but he still picked up the piece of paper and carefully shook him open.

The kraft paper fell off, and Mr. Huang was afraid that his newly cut clothes would be dirty.

Then, Mr. Huang's eyes widened slightly.

Putting the kraft paper on the table, Mr. Huang snorted coldly, "You are very brave, you dare to deceive me like this!"

"Whether the little girl has deceived her, you will know if you look at the letter. I didn't tell any lies at all on that piece of paper."

"Brother, what method did this girl come up with? Who can guess the right one for me or my third brother?"

Mr. Zhang, a middle-aged suit who was drinking and watching the fun, couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Ling looked at Mr. Zhang in a daze, then looked at Mr. Du in the green shirt, confused.

Mr. Du explained with understanding, "I and my second brother guess how you want to get out. Second brother guess you will find a Ruyi Man to get married, and I guess you will ask the seniors in the gang to talk about it."

"The bet is to have dinner with the top actresses who share the stage at night. This is a bit serious. Brother, please tell me first, are we guessing right?"

Mr. Zhang obviously remembered something that made him feel very interesting, licked his mouth and pulled loose his tie.

Jiang Ling is not his preference for a woman with a stubborn temper, a flat figure and a too heroic appearance. He prefers the new actress who is as weak and beautiful as clouds. While his elder brother hasn't passed the test, he has to explore it first.

Mr. Huang picked up the letter without comment, and then his face became more and more dull. Finally, he put down the letter and said the first sentence: "The third brother guessed it appropriately. Second brother, I will ask you to be the party for the banquet tonight."

Mr. Zhang shook his head a pity and put the wine glass on. Although he seemed a little disappointed, he was not unhappy either.

He also knew that the character of the third brother was only a matter of time before the flower girl belonged to him, and he was not in a hurry.

Jiang Ling waited for a long time but did not wait for Mr. Huang's statement. He couldn't help but speak out with a little anxiously, "What do you think?"

Mr. Huang folded the envelope and put it back, and then signaled Mr. Du to see the kraft paper, "San, look, this girl has given me a big surprise."

Mr. Du picked up the kraft paper with a smile, opened it and said in surprise, "Big characters? Not Tong characters?"

"No," Mr. Huang glanced at Jiang Ling with a chill, "Now this girl is one of the only six old men of the big generation in Shanghai. She is my uncle after Mr. Jincheng!"
Chapter completed!