The boss in society squats at the gate of the community. The security guards do not drive away, prevent, or call the police. Instead, they go up the pole to flatter them.
Can this neighborhood be saved?
Chen Yang put the matter of buying a good house on the agenda for the second time, um, one with good security.
The first time was naturally during Logan's massage. She murmured and thought about that time.
Even though Brother Hu was squinting his eyes, as if he was very happy to be flattered, Chen Yang just walked out of the community and he noticed it.
He pushed the security guards away, started the Jaguar with a tiger head spray, and stopped in front of Chen Yang with a flick of its tail.
Chen Yang didn't want to watch his awkward performance of getting off the car and opening the door to greet him. He got on the bus and simply said:
"drive."
Seeing that he was not interested in talking, Brother Hu quickly swallowed back his words and even turned down the music in the car.
Half an hour later, along the lower river, a ferry docked, opened its opening, and a wide horizontal plank fell onto the river bank.
Brother Hu drove the Jaguar and boarded the ferry along the horizontal plank.
The ferry naturally turned around when it reached the center of the river, and the Jaguar drove out again and drove all the way into the garage of the clubhouse.
Going straight up from the internal elevator, you will find the private room that is basically not open to the public. Han Dong and Chen Fang were already waiting at the door.
When they arrived at the end of the field, Brother Hu stopped talking at all and stood obediently behind Han Dong, acting as a set piece of human flesh.
Chen Yang strode into the box and sat down on the main seat.
Han Dong's attitude this time was different from before.
There was no longer any appearance of old friendship, nor the posture of an elder. Instead, he led Brother Hu in a dignified manner and stood aside with his arms folded.
Both Chen Fang and Brother Hu seemed to know the old man's purpose, and they looked unconcerned.
Chen Fang waited for Chen Yang to sit down, then took two steps forward, kneeled on the ground with a solemn and ceremonial look, half-crouching and half-kneeling in front of Chen Yang.
She was wearing a professional short skirt, and when she put on this posture, her back was bulging. If she wore it outside, she would attract so many eyeballs, and how many people would have to stare at the telephone pole.
Chen Yang looked invisible, Han Dong didn't squint, Brother Tiger only looked at his toes, and Chen Fang's beautiful appearance was a wink for the blind man.
She actually didn't care about that. She put her hands into her arms and took out something that was only as big as the palm of Chen Fang's little hand.
She was very ceremonial and solemn as she unwrapped the outer wrapping layer by layer.
Each layer of fabric is different.
There are brilliant Sichuan brocade, light Wu silk, hanging cotton cloth, ancient linen cloth, peculiar fish skin cloth...
Each layer of different cloth seems to be woven with traces of history, telling the story of accumulation.
The last layer was finally opened, revealing an unpretentious honey-colored horny box.
Chen Fang held her breath from the moment she opened the first layer of cloth. When the dense-colored horny box was revealed, her face was already flushed with pain.
Even so, she continued to hold her breath and slowly opened the box, as if she was afraid that if she exerted a little force or exhaled, the box and the significant things inside would be turned into ashes.
Inside the box is a simple bronze ring, covered with patina and clear lines. Every square inch is engraved with scenes of Emperor Shun's deeds from myths and legends.
Chen Yang sneered, frivolously picked up the ring on his little finger, turned it back and forth between his fingers, and said casually:
"Shun Emperor Jie, no, it seems we can only say Chen Wang Jie, right?"