Chapter Thirty-Three Looking for Golden Scales with Fragrant Bait in Hand
"Third brother, An Weihong made an appointment to have dinner at Lao Mo today at noon."
"Is the information accurate?"
"Third brother, I got this news from Hu Baoguo. He is very close to An Weihong, and the person An Weihong made an appointment with is his sister Hu Hongzhuang. There is no mistake."
"Why did he ask Sister Hongzhuang to do it? Isn't he trying to pursue her?"
"What are you talking about? An Weihong's small physique must be crushed to death by Sister Hongzhuang. I heard from the newspaper that Grandpa An Weihong is approaching his seventieth birthday.
The old man loved nothing else but calligraphy. An Weihong wanted to get a fine masterpiece by a famous artist to dedicate to his grandfather, so he turned to a piece of Song Dynasty's work left by Grandpa Hu Baoguo.
,As for the name, I can’t remember it.
An Weihong first approached Hu Baoguo to discuss it. Hu Baoguo couldn't refuse, so he told An Weihong that his grandfather passed it on to his sister before he died, saying it was for his sister's dowry. If you want it, you can do it.
My brother-in-law almost laughed to death when he heard this."
"So that's how it is. When it comes to business, you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get it. I, you and Kang Tong will go there later, and I won't be called an old pig anymore."
"Third brother, why are you looking for An Weihong? He is not someone to be trifled with. He always has two guards with guns by his side. We are afraid that we won't be able to please him if we confront him? We don't know what An Weihong's background is. He used to be
I have never heard of this person. When I asked Baoguo, Baoguo was vague, could he be the son of a certain big shot in the DPRK?"
"What? Mareko is also afraid sometimes?"
"Afraid? I'm scared of him! Who are we afraid of when we travel across the Forty-Nine Cities together? Third brother, don't provoke me. I won't say anything to you if you say hello."
"Mareko, I'm kidding you. I'm a drunkard and don't care about drinking. Finding Hua Weihong is just a cover. The important thing is that I need a chance to meet his grandfather."
"His grandfather? Who is his grandfather?"
"General An"
"Hiss, hiss, third brother, this trip is big!"
Lei Xiaotian gasped and was completely shocked. Even though one of these stubborn leaders was usually dissatisfied and the other two were dissatisfied, they still had great respect for those defending soldiers who rolled out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.
, not to mention the founders of the People's Liberation Army, these old men are no different from gods in the hearts of Lei Xiaotian and other stubborn leaders. Lei Xiaotian recovered from the shock, grabbed Xue Xiang's arm and said:
"Third brother, we are probably thousands of miles away from him. Even if An Weihong is willing to introduce him, I'm afraid General An won't meet him. Third brother, do you want to think about this matter again? I don't know.
What to do if you want to meet General An, but it is definitely not an easy matter. Although our brothers may have some respect in Sijiu City, they will not be able to stand up in front of General An."
A silver lighter rolled on the tips of Xue Xiang's index and middle fingers, and the lighter danced nimbly on his fingertips like a jumping elf. Dots of sunlight filtered through the tall sycamores, and through the stacked grape leaves, reflecting on Xue Xiang's fingertips.
He moved his feet to the stretched position lying on the armchair, avoiding the sun.
Guang Lei Xiaotian sat on the small bamboo chair next to him and smoked a cigarette. His thick brows were squeezed in the middle, as if he was thinking about how to persuade Xue Xiang. Kang Tong lay on Xue Xiang's wisteria chair and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
He did not interrupt the conversation between the two of them because Xue Xiang was there and he was too lazy to think about it. He just waited for Xue Xiang's instructions.
Xue Xiang didn't say anything because he didn't know what to do, but he couldn't delay it any longer. He didn't have time. In more than ten days, the tragic earthquake will break out, and in the next few months, all the central government's work will be
Shift to earthquake relief
Come on, Xue Anyuan will have no chance to make a comeback in the next few months. Once Xue Anyuan cannot make a comeback, Xue Xiang will be completely reduced to a bystander in the big game, and he will miss out on the generous zz rewards. This is Xue Xiang
Absolutely cannot be allowed to happen
. So after returning from visiting his uncle, Xue Xiang asked Lei Xiaotian to pay close attention to An Weihong's movements. He needed someone to introduce him, and this person had better be a close relative of General An, otherwise it would be difficult for him to get General An's attention.
Trust. General An is almost in the same situation as Chen Kaizhen. At this time, only An Weihong, the eldest grandson of the second wife, is with him. Xue Xiang can only target An Weihong, although he has heard that this person is very arrogant and difficult to find.
get along.….
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Lao Mo's Western Restaurant, the full name is Moscow Restaurant, later the old Beijingers got along and called it Lao Mo, which sounds friendly. Lao Mo was built with the help of the northern neighbors in 1954, and the first people invited were all from the north.
China's master chef. In 1971, the two countries were at odds with each other and all foreign chefs withdrew. Since then,
You didn’t need a ticket to eat, because there were very few customers at that time, no more than a hundred people a day. Lao Mo’s meal expenses at that time were four to five yuan per person, and the monthly salary of better-paid skilled workers at this time was only thirty or forty yuan.
The people eating here are all upper-class people with backgrounds, returned overseas Chinese, and brothers from the big courtyard.
Xue Xiang and the others arrived at Lao Mo at around ten o'clock. At this time, several people were sitting not far from the revolving door, drinking the famous Soviet wine Katyusha. Pots of braised beef and grilled fish with butter were placed on the red and white floral cloth table.
,cream of mushroom soup,milk
There were five or six plates of Lao Mo's specialties such as oil-roasted mixed vegetables and honey-made foie gras. Kang Tong and Lei Xiaotian were fighting with the food in front of them with knives and forks. Xue Xiang held the goblet and took a sip of wine.
Good Slavic food is boring
Interested, his eyes occasionally glanced past the tall glass revolving door, and occasionally looked at the luxurious hall. The seven-meter-high roof, the gorgeous gold-plated chandelier, and four large bronze pillars stood in the center like the backbone, clad in black "cloth"
A waiter wearing a "Raj" dress and a pure white apron stood at the table. The table was covered with a light yellow tablecloth, and placed with tall glasses and dark red square napkins. The entire restaurant was both gorgeous and elegant, yet simple.
solemn.
"Mareizi, don't eat. Look at the revolving door. Is the man following Sister Hongzhuang An Weihong?" Xue Xiang quickly put down the goblet in his hand and grabbed Lei Xiao, who was immersed in eating.
Tian, pointed at the man and woman who came in from the revolving door and asked. Although he knew that there was a person like An Weihong, he had never seen him. Only Lei Xiaotian, who went out to inquire about the news, had seen the three of them. Lei Xiaotian said
Stuffed with food, he was speechless and could only nod his head.
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"Wei Hong, you invited me here not just for a meal? I heard from Bao Guo that you failed to reach out to him and came to trouble your sister Hongzhuang again? Didn't I tell you before? This is what my grandfather left for me.
My dowry is for my future husband. Could it be that Wei Hong likes you?
Sister Zhuang, do you want to be the uncle of our Hu family? Haha..." The speaker was a girl in a black dress. At the end of the sentence, she suddenly burst into laughter with a teasing tone. The girl was in her mid-twenties and tall.
He is of medium height, has a strong build, a round face, and a loud voice.
"Sister Hongzhuang, please stop making fun of me. My small body is not good enough for you. Tell me, what do you want in exchange for Song Huizong's "Catkins"? Diamonds or pearls, what kind of gold and silver jewelry?
, rare jewelry, just ask me and I will get it for you. What do you think? Stop talking now and try the bottle of Porto red wine that I brought with me, a specialty of Fetli Winery.
"An Weihong looks like a pretty boy. He is in his twenties, medium to short height, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, black trousers and a white shirt. He is neatly dressed. If it weren't for his narrow eyes, he would be able to give
It gives people a gentle and elegant feeling. An Weihong arranged two guards outside the door. Now he is begging for something from the girl. How can he put two guards behind him?
This gives people a feeling of coercion and robbery. It’s not like An Weihong has never thought of asking Hu Baoguo’s father, Hu Qiming, for it. I believe he will be very happy to offer it. How many people want to curry favor with their grandfather, but they still can’t find it.
Where is the place? But once he opened his mouth to Hu Qiming, word spread that it was a big or small incident. The leader had already said that comrades in the party were not allowed to celebrate their birthdays, except
Due to the needs of the government during the special period, the Commander-in-Chief celebrated his birthday once, but no leading comrade ever celebrated his birthday again. He took the opportunity to ask Hu Qiming for something. If word spread, it might not be a reason for others to attack grandpa. Therefore, the matter can only be dealt with by himself.
The contemporaries Hu Baoguo and Hu Hongzhuang came to do it. It was an exchange of things between children. When word spread, no one could choose between themselves...
"Wei Hong, you know I don't like those beautiful clothes and precious jewelry. Even if I like those things, I can't exchange them with my grandfather's relics. It's not that your sister Hongzhuang is unreasonable, it's really not possible. Otherwise, what are you thinking?
Thinking of other ways? I know that during the great movement, a lot of famous books and paintings like this were copied?" Hu Hongzhuang said after taking a sip of red wine.
An Weihong was really at his wits end at this moment. A silver plug was twirling around in his hand, and the veal steak in front of him was fucked into a mess. He didn't know whether he was venting his anger or if he liked to eat chopped pieces. An
Wei Hong suppressed the anger in his heart and drank half the cup in one breath
After finishing his drink, Porto wiped the corners of his mouth with a white napkin and said: "Sister Hongzhuang, those calligraphy and paintings have been burnt and torn, but there are still good ones there. I went to the homes of several famous Red Guard leaders at that time and asked questions.
, they all said those things were the first to be
Those that are determined to be destroyed will still be kept. If I hadn’t been at my wits end, I wouldn’t have come up with the idea of doing your dowry. I, Hua Weihong, can’t do this kind of thing. Isn’t this because I have been forced to do nothing?
? Otherwise, how can I buy it for 10,000 yuan?
Well, for this price, not to mention Zhao Ji's "Liu Catkin Tie", Wang Xizhi's "Lin Zhuge Liang Yuanshe Tie" is enough. Sister Hongzhuang, are you really not going to give me face?" An Weihong said later,
The voice became louder and louder, and the word "you" was changed to "you".
Seeing what An Weihong said, Hu Hongzhuang was really embarrassed to say no. She knew how terrifying the power of An Weihong's family in the capital was. If she wanted to kill her family, she didn't even need to take action herself, as long as she spread some rumors, it would be guaranteed.
Some of the flatterers rushed to do it for him. An Weihong was trying to force his head to be pressed without drinking water. If he didn't agree to it, he might not be able to do it for him.
Sister Hongzhuang called out one after another. Although Hu Hongzhuang looked mighty, she had a very clear mind. He really didn't want to hand over the relics left to him by his grandfather like this, but if he didn't hand it over, the family might be overturned in an instant. Hu Hongzhuang was momentarily confused.
He was a little dazed, staring blankly at the wine glass in his hand, as if trying to find the answer from the wine as red as blood in the goblet.
An Weihong did not rush him. He believed that Hu Hongzhuang would make a wise choice. At this moment, a voice sounded in their ears.
"Sister Hongzhuang, you are here. I haven't seen you for a long time. You are getting more and more beautiful. I heard from Baoguo that you are going to change jobs soon. Where will you be assigned to?"