In less than an hour and a half, the two of them finished the two boxes of Yong Chu Tian Ya.

Xiaohu was so drowsy that he couldn't even open his eyes, but Zhao Dabao was obviously still in high spirits.

The owners of the late-night snack stalls have already dozed off on their trolleys...

"Old...boss! Take two more boxes and venture into the world!!"

Zhao Dabao blushed and asked the boss to serve him wine.

"Pull it down! The boss pays the bill. Calculate how much our table costs!"

Xiaohu quickly stopped Zhao Dabao's crazy move and waved to the boss to pay.

"Two hundred and sixty-eight in total, let's count you two hundred and five..."

The boss took the list and pondered it for a long time and said.

"What two hundred and five, here! This is two hundred and sixty yuan!"

Xiaohu took out two hundred and twenty-six yuan from his pocket and slapped it on the table, stood up and was about to leave.

Even if Zhao Dabao didn't drink to his fullest, he could not put forward any other opinions if he only followed Brother Xiaohu's lead...

The two of them got up and walked out. Only then did Xiaohu realize how miserable his brother was.

The hair on the big head is arranged like a bird's nest. If you pull down all the hair, you will need two ounces of oil, which is enough for the whole iron plate with leeks...

He was wearing a large gray-black vest, which was also covered with oil stains. Unless you look carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell that this vest is supposed to be white...

A pair of tattered jeans was dragged on the floor, paired with a pair of plastic slippers that were on sale in the supermarket for three pairs for ten yuan. The toes were so black that they looked ugly...

"I'm talking about Dabao! You are still considered a rich second generation in Dongxiang. How did you get yourself into such a miserable situation!" Xiaohu sighed speechlessly.

Zhao Dabao burped from wine and sighed: "Hey, Brother Xiaohu, didn't I tell you, this black color is not easy to make either!"

"No, Dabao, with your family's conditions, there is no need to treat your only son like a wandering criminal, right?"

Xiaohu thought hard but still couldn't understand.

"Brother Xiao Hu, people in Tengtai and Wuhai drive a Tiger Runner at our age. I am also in my twenties. Although I can't afford a Tiger Runner, I won't stay at home and gnaw at my old age.

Bar?"

Who knew that Dabao replied quite reasonably.

"..." Brother Xiaohu was completely speechless. He took out another dozen hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them to Zhao Dabao.

Looking at the money Xiaohu handed over, Zhao Dabao didn't even reach out to take it.

This is not the first time Xiaohu has given him money. Ever since Xiaohu joined Ye Ji, he has been in a stage where big money is as good as small money. He couldn't help but give him a hand when he met his unlucky brother several times.

"What do you mean, Brother Xiaohu! Are you sending me here as a beggar again? What you said at the wine table earlier were all lies to me, right?"

Looking at Zhao Dabao, he felt a little impatient.

"Fuck you! Take this money, take care of yourself, change your body, and I'll pick you up around six o'clock tomorrow afternoon to have a meal and wash away the dust."

After saying that, Xiaohu ignored Zhao Dabao, waved to the oncoming taxi, got in the car and left.

Even his "Santana 800" was left unattended at the entrance of the alley...

Zhao Dabao happily took the thousand dollars and went home happily, imagining that his happy life was about to begin.

...

Just when Xiaohu was meeting with his good brother Zhao Dabao, Zeng Rui followed Lao Zhao and Lao Jin and ran towards Wang Mian as hard as he could.

The three of them had just had a meal together with a director of the purchasing department of the Zhao Family Chamber of Commerce.

This was something that Lao Zhao found with great difficulty through his connections. He was the largest leader of the Zhao Family Chamber of Commerce and could have dinner at the same table with him.

The director of the purchasing department is not a high-ranking position. But he is well-paid and can be considered a powerful cadre.

If you want to get a break from him, you can't find Wang Mian without trying to make a bridge.

As for the task Zeng Rui gave Xiaohu, in the final analysis it was just a free move.

Zeng Rui himself didn't expect Xiaohu to play any role in this matter. He just wanted to find something for him to do.

Young people like Xiaohu are very angry and can't sit still. If you let him do nothing, he will have to do something else for you...

The people were very enthusiastic while eating, and the calls they made to each other were quite cordial.

After three rounds of wine and five delicious dishes, he said that he would come to the industrial area to play when he had time in the future and that he would make all arrangements for himself.

Lao Zhao and Lao Jin are also getting better and better, and feel that if they don't talk about it, they will not run away, at least the chance is quite good.

It wasn't until the last round of drinking was finished and the first session was over that everyone started eating and talking, something unexpected happened.

As the director of the purchasing department took the initiative to ask about the purpose of his visit, Lao Zhao explained his purpose in a few words. After that, the smile on the director's face faded, and the chopsticks held in mid-air and aimed at a large piece of ribs also froze.

"Old Zhao! You are here for the expropriation project!"

Director Qian of the Purchasing Department waited for a long time before he slowly spoke.

"That's right! Of course, Director Qian, even if we can't make a deal, we can still pick up a friend! There will be a lot of things I need to rely on you in the future!"

Now that the words have been made clear, Lao Zhao has nothing to hide.

"Bata!"

Director Qian used a lighter to light the cigarette he had held in his hand, took a puff and frowned.

After thinking about it for a long time, he replied: "Old Zhao, if you are here for other things, we are about the same age and have pretty good temperaments. I would really like to make friends or something."

At this point, Director Qian paused and then continued: "But if you say it's a matter of expropriation, I really don't dare to get involved. Our President Wang has given a death order, and no one is allowed to express his position on this matter privately.

Although President Wang says he is just the son-in-law of the Zhao family, his position as president is very secure, and he and I are on the same side. At this juncture, I am not helping him, and I am still helping him to fix things. Lao Zhao, you think I am

Aren’t you a bit of a white-eyed wolf?”

"OK!"

A disappointed expression flashed across Lao Zhao's face. He quickly put on a smile again and said with a chuckle: "Okay, Director Qian, let's make friends instead of talking about things, just drink and drink!"

Everyone present was an old fox. Although they were still drinking and drinking, everyone knew that the banquet had lost its original meaning.

So before the four people at the table finished drinking the new bottle of Wuliangye, Director Qian shouted that he had something to do and had to leave first.

Lao Zhao followed Director Qian all the way to the door, thinking about settling the bill on the way. Unexpectedly, he asked the cashier to inform him that the gentleman he had just sent out had already settled the bill in advance.

Lao Zhao shook his head, knowing that this matter was difficult to handle. As he was walking back, his cell phone heard a "ding" sound.

I turned on my phone and saw that it was a message from Director Qian.

"The matter must be dealt with by Wang Mian. Don't think of other methods. It will only be counterproductive."
Chapter completed!