Tong Zhengrong rolled his eyes at Ling Cang, pretending not to hear what he said, and just asked Zhang Chaohua: "By the way, Tingting must have grown up and is a big girl, right?"
Mentioning his daughter, Zhang Chaohua's face was filled with a happy smile: "This year she is a sophomore in high school in No. 1 Middle School."
"You got married late and had children late..." Tong Zhengrong chuckled and said proudly: "Look at me, my granddaughter is already in high school, and she is still a classmate with your daughter."
Zhang Chaohua reminded embarrassedly: "Chief, you are more than ten years older than me..."
"But I look like you are the same age!" Tong Zhengrong's face was unusually thick. Ling Cang suspected that if he were ten years younger, he might go out and pretend to be non-mainstream. "By the way, the two of us are just here.
Xianlao, where is Tingting? Hurry up and call her over, let me take a look!"
"Oh, she won't be here now."
"at home?"
"Not here either?"
"At school? Or where?"
"She... works part-time in her spare time to support the family."
"Lao Zhang, listen to this, your life is not going well." When Tong Zhengrong heard this, his tone became a little serious: "Why didn't you tell me if you had difficulties?"
"You also know that I am used to relying on myself..." Zhang Chaohua said, deliberately puffing out his chest, with a confident smile on his face: "Besides, she doesn't do any hard work, she just cooks for others.
The treatment is pretty good.”
"Then she shouldn't be allowed to go out to work at such a young age!" Tong Zhengrong snorted heavily and asked dissatisfiedly: "Is she cooking for others now?"
"yes……"
Two old comrades-in-arms were reminiscing here. Ling Cang saw that he had nothing to do and was about to run away. Hearing this, Ling Cang said casually: "She just went to the Handu Hotel."
Zhang Chaohua just asked strangely: "What was she doing there?" But Tong Zhengrong's performance was very intense. He immediately raised his thick eyebrows, took two steps forward and asked, "How long have you been there?"
"I don't know either. I just heard her say in the morning that she wanted to go there."
"Ask me immediately." Tong Zhengrong grabbed Ling Cang's collar and said sternly: "If you understand, I will record you as a third-class meritorious officer! If you don't understand, I will put you in solitary confinement!"
It stands to reason that Ling Cang is not a subordinate, so Tong Zhengrong has no right to do this. However, things that he has no authority to do can become rights in Tong Zhengrong's hands, and Ling Cang also wants to know why Tong Zhengrong treats Handu
The hotel had such a big reaction that they called Lin Xuening’s phone number.
Lin Xuening told Ling Cang that Zhang Yiting had just left twenty minutes ago and indeed went to Handu Hotel.
"Is she alone? Has anyone called her? Did you say what you were doing there?" Tong Zhengrong asked a series of questions in a rapid-fire manner, and finally ordered: "Hurry up and find out!"
"We don't know either." Ling Cang shrugged, "I've told you everything I know."
Zhang Chaohua was also confused and asked Tong Zhengrong carefully: "What happened?"
Tong Zhengrong didn't answer and asked instead: "Do you know where this Handu Hotel is?"
"I don't know." Zhang Chaohua shook his head: "The hotel... this kind of place is not something we can go to."
"Oh, don't worry about where it is. I'm afraid your Tingting will be deceived!" Tong Zhengrong turned around and waved to a few of his men: "Get in the car right away and go to the Handu Hotel! Let that
The boy leads the way...Hey? What about the boy?"
While Tong Zhengrong and Zhang Chaohua were talking, Ling Cang had disappeared.
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Zhang Yiting was in a very depressed mood because Chen Huifen said she wanted to introduce her to a partner and meet at the Handu Hotel at five o'clock in the evening.
She hopes she can choose a boyfriend and doesn't want to be arranged. More importantly, she can guess what kind of man her mother will introduce to her, so she is unwilling to do so. But Chen Huifen uses family tactics and
She couldn't resist the threats and inducements, so she had no choice but to agree.
After preparing dinner for Lin Xuening in advance, Zhang Yiting arrived on time.
The decoration of the Handu Hotel is very luxurious, and everything inside is splendid. Zhang Yiting stood outside, looking at the shabby clothes on her body, and felt that she did not belong here at all.
To be precise, Zhang Yiting and the kind of life represented by this hotel belong to two completely different worlds. Although the distance between the two worlds is very close, separated only by a glass wall, they are insurmountable.
You can walk through this glass wall, but you still don't belong here.
Zhang Yiting mustered up her courage and walked in. A waiter in gray uniform came up and bowed: "Welcome."
The other party's attitude was very polite, but Zhang Yiting could read contempt in his eyes.
Zhang Yiting smiled awkwardly at the other party, then looked around and found her mother and Peng Namei sitting on the sofa in the hall chatting about something.
When Chen Huifen saw Zhang Yiting, she hurriedly called over and introduced, "This is your Aunt Peng."
"Oh, Tingting is so beautiful, no wonder your mother always praises you." Peng Namei laughed and kept saying: "This figure, tsk tsk, this look... Why is your skin so good! I haven't seen it for a while.
With it, the appearance becomes even more beautiful!"
"Aunt Peng, thank you." Zhang Yiting often heard others praise her beauty, so she didn't feel much about these words. However, there was one detail that caught Zhang Yiting's attention: "Aunt Peng, have you seen me before?"
"I've seen the photos."
"Your Aunt Peng is a good person, and she worries a lot about your affairs." Chen Huifen took Zhang Yiting's hand and said with emotion: "If this matter comes to pass, you must not forget your Aunt Peng!"
Zhang Yiting was quite surprised when she heard this: "What is this? What is it?"
"I'll introduce you to someone." Peng Namei realized that Chen Huifen had leaked the information and hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "I went through thousands of choices this time before I found a suitable one for you. If you want to get along with someone, that's fine.
"Okay, you two talk first, I'll go up and see if anyone is here." Peng Namei twisted her fat butt and walked away. Zhang Yiting looked at her back and asked Chen Huifen: "Who did she introduce to me?"
"Big boss, you are rich..." Chen Huifen introduced with spittle: "I am a coal digger in Shanxi, and I came to Minghai to discuss business these days. I heard that my family has four villas alone.
, and we are brothers to the governor, mayor and so on. I went to the capital a few days ago and bought four Hummers at once, and almost bought all the models..."
"Mom..." Zhang Yiting carefully interrupted Chen Huifen: "I don't care about this, I just want to know what his character is like!"
"Character... is good, of course it is, extremely good!" In Chen Huifen's thinking, a person's wealth is directly proportional to his moral level. Having wealth means being virtuous. Or it can also be said that as long as you are rich enough, you will have virtue.
It doesn't matter whether money is immoral or not. So these words can't be considered a lie. This is indeed what Chen Huifen thinks.
After a while, Peng Namei came back: "It's in room 402, Tingting, you can go."
"what about you?"
"We won't go..." Peng Namei said with an unpredictable expression: "You young people can talk well, but a lot of people our age are going, how disappointing!"
"But if you don't go, I will be very nervous."
"There's nothing to be nervous about, silly girl..." Peng Namei waved her hand: "Go ahead with confidence, you'll be fine once you get used to it."
"Habit?"
"Yes, everything is difficult at the beginning. If things don't work out this time, Aunt Peng will introduce you to someone else."
"Oh..." Zhang Yiting shuffled forward two steps, turned around and asked again: "By the way, why did you make the appointment at the hotel instead of somewhere else?"
Peng Namei laughed twice, and a hint of slyness flashed in her eyes: "Don't think that the hotel must be like this. Let me tell you, there is everything here. Wouldn't it be nice for you to have some food and sing together...
"
Zhang Yiting tried hard to convince herself, walked to 402, raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door.
A hoarse voice soon came from inside: "Come in."
Zhang Yiting opened the door and carefully walked in. She almost fainted when she saw the person speaking.
This man is not very old, he looks to be in his late thirties, short and fat. His skin is as dark as the coal he dug out of the ground. He is also a bit bald, with a haircut left in the middle.
"I'm Zhai Xiangsong, you can just call me Brother Zhai." The other party looked at Zhang Yiting from top to bottom lewdly, and then waved: "Come, come and sit."
"Oh..." This was Zhang Yiting's first time in a place like this. Although she didn't understand the normal layout of the hotel, she still found it a bit strange.
The room is forty to fifty square meters, with a dining table and a few chairs in the middle, with a bottle of red wine and some Western dishes on it. Next to it is a jukebox and other entertainment facilities, and further inside is a particularly large table.
bed.
The door to the bathroom was open, and Zhang Yiting took a peek inside and found a very large bathtub that she could almost swim in.
"I don't know what you like to eat, so I just ordered a few dishes." Zhai Xiangsong waited until Zhang Yiting sat down and immediately put his hands on his thighs: "Whatever you like, tell Brother Zhai and I'll have it right away."
"Please don't do this..." Zhang Yiting stood up quickly and took a few steps back: "We just met for the first time, please respect me!"
"Respect?" Zhai Xiangsong was a little displeased when he saw Zhang Yiting dared to avoid him: "You come to a place like this and do this kind of business, do you still want respect?"
"Business? What kind of deal?" Zhang Yiting suddenly had an ominous feeling. She might have been deceived.
"Forget it, it's your first time after all. Brother Zhai doesn't blame you." Zhai Xiangsong sighed, and then waved: "Come on, come over and have some food with Brother Zhai."
"Sorry, I have something else to do. I have to leave. You can eat by yourself." Zhang Yiting turned around and walked quickly towards the door, but the door was locked tightly, and Zhang Yiting tried her best not to open it.
Zhai Xiangsong sat there and watched without stopping: "Why, no one told you what happened before you came here?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you are talking about, please let me out." Zhang Yiting couldn't find the door lock, so she had to shake the handle hard.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know. You're not the only one who doesn't know anyway..." Zhai Xiangsong chuckled a few times, stood up and walked slowly towards Zhang Yiting: "I originally wanted to have some food with you, sing a song, and lighten the atmosphere.
It seems that all these can be dispensed with, let’s get down to business..."
"I do not understand what you say!"
Zhai Xiangsong looked at Zhang Yiting's bumpy body and nodded slightly: "Well, these tens of thousands of yuan are not in vain!"
"What tens of thousands of dollars?" Zhang Yiting looked at the other party slowly approaching her and almost cried: "I didn't take your money, open the door quickly, I want to go home!"
Zhai Xiangsong grabbed Zhang Yiting's arm and pulled it back hard. Zhang Yiting sat on the ground with a "pop" and moved back on her hands and feet: "You... don't come over, I'm going to call someone!"
Zhang Yiting's shouting was not in vain. The door was knocked open with a bang, and a figure shot towards Zhai Xiangsong from outside.
Zhai Xiangsong felt his eyes go dark, and then he felt a huge pain in his abdomen, and he squatted on the ground involuntarily. He raised his head and found that a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses came in: "Who the hell are you? Who told you
Coming in?"
"My name is Ling Cang, and I am her classmate. You'd better leave now, and we'll just pretend that nothing happened."
"Fuck you!" Zhai Xiangsong struggled to stand up, stretched his neck and shouted: "Come here, where the hell are everyone? I spent so much money, no one will care if something happens?"
As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight men holding walkie-talkies and wearing black suits rushed in and surrounded Ling Cang: "Who asked you to come in?"
Ling Cang shrugged: "No one will let me in!"
"Get out of here right now!" The first one of the others pointed at Ling Cang's nose: "This is not a place for you to cause trouble. Be careful not to take your life!"
Ling Cang was about to speak when a dozen more people suddenly rushed in from outside and surrounded them again: "Get out now! What happens here has nothing to do with you!"
"Where did you come from?" The man who scolded Ling Cang looked at these people warily: "This is our hotel, it's you who should leave!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" These people opened their clothes in unison, revealing the gun handles at their waists: "Do you believe this envelope has been sent to you?"
When the other party saw this situation, he immediately softened his attitude: "Brothers, is there any misunderstanding? I am the lobby manager here. If you have anything, you can tell me."
"I can't talk to you!" Tong Zhengrong and Zhang Chaohua walked over quickly, waving to the lobby manager: "I know what's going on here, get out before I get angry, otherwise you will be in trouble.