When the three of them returned to the door of the villa, the security captain was smoking outside the door with the security guard who had been guarding the door.
After seeing Miao Qiang and the others coming out, the security captain subconsciously raised his wrist to check the time. The three of them were shocked and secretly said: "What a risk, Jin Kemu really guessed it. When an outsider comes in to use the toilet, the security guards here will
You have to calculate the time."
In order to dispel the security captain's doubts, Miao Qiang nodded and smiled at him, then pointed at Jin Kemu pretending to be nonchalant and said: "This man will be in trouble when he gets old. Once he has hemorrhoids, he will scream like a pig when he goes to the toilet.
of."
Jin Kemu's face darkened after hearing this. He turned around and glared at Miao Qiang, then pulled Zhang Zihao and walked quickly towards the birthday banquet.
Miao Qiang shouted behind him: "What the hell, you still refuse to accept it. If I hadn't pitied you because of your age, I would have fired you long ago."
At this time, the security captain stepped forward and comforted him: "Forget it, Master Miao, you can't get angry with such a worry-free subordinate."
As he spoke, he put out the cigarette butt in his hand, took out a cigarette from his pants pocket, handed one to Miao Qiang, and lit another one himself.
Miao Qiang held a cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile: "Brother, you are quite addicted to smoking. Can't you handle two packs a day?"
The security captain sighed: "Yes! But for people like us, who fight and kill all day long without tomorrow, who can care so much? If we don't beat him to death today, he will be hacked to death tomorrow.
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Seeing the melancholy look on the security captain's face, Miao Qiang secretly cursed: "Well, you said you are a stinky gangster and you are still lamenting your death. I don't know if your parents knew what you are like now when they raped you.
Will I strangle you to death directly?"
But when he wanted to think about it, he advised: "Brother, smoking is not a fun thing. Just smoke less if you can. I want to quit now. Besides, this second-hand smoke is harmful to
The relatives around you are hurt even more. You said that you follow Master Feng every day to eat and drink spicy food, wouldn’t it be great to live for two more days?"
The security captain patted Miao Qiang's arm: "Brother, few people can talk to me so heartfeltly. I see that you are a good person, and I am determined to be your friend. In this way, let's add a letter of greeting to me.
My name is Wang Peng, and if you have anything to do in the future, just say it."
Miao Qiang took out his mobile phone and said, "Okay, let's go out for a drink when we have time."
After finishing smoking a cigarette, Miao Qiang returned to the birthday banquet. At this time, Zhang Zihao tugged on Miao Qiang's sleeve, secretly pointed in the direction of the building outside the building with his other hand and said: "The old boy is back.
Do you think we should go to Zhang Feng to report him? Just now you made soup, and Zhang Feng rewarded you with three gold bars. If you help him catch another thief, he won’t be able to reward you with a suite?"
Miao Qiang smiled "hehe" and said: "Do you know who that old guy is? You dare to report him, you are going to die?! The power behind this old guy is much greater than Zhang Feng, with Zhang Feng's little ability
, he is just a younger brother in front of others."
After hearing this, Zhang Zihao said with a face full of disbelief: "Come on, you kid is fooling me again. He is just a 28-year-old chef, and he is better than Zhang Feng. I wouldn't believe it even if you beat me to death."
"Believe it or not, you are Jiba and you are awesome. But I have to tell you, that old guy is from the 79th Bureau, and his position in the 79th Bureau is not low!"
"Seventy-nine rounds? What's the seventy-nine rounds? The Culinary Association?" Zhang Zihao asked with a confused look on his face.
Miao Qiang looked at him and said with a "hehe" smile: "What kind of cooking association? You have been in this industry for so long and you haven't even heard of the seventy-nine games?"
After hearing this, Zhang Zihao shook his head like a rattle, expressing that he had never heard of it.
At this time, Jin Kemu, who had been silent, came over and asked seriously: "Supervisor Miao, are you sure he is from the 79th Bureau? Do you know him?"
Miao Qiang glanced meaningfully at Liao Qifa in the distance, nodded and said: "There was a little friction. I shaved off their director, and they beat me up."
When Jin Kemu heard this, his legs went weak and he almost knelt down. He said in disbelief: "Really or not, are you kidding me? Have you shaved their Director Zhang?"
Miao Qiang nodded and said: "Isn't it Zhang Jianmin? He's been beaten, so why don't you believe it? Hey, Lao Jin, what do you mean by your words? Do you know the people in the 79th Bureau?"
Jin Kemu nodded, as if he was lost in memories, and said after a long time: "When I was young, I helped them solve a case, but that was more than twenty years ago. At that time, Zhang Jianmin was not the director, he was just
An investigator."
Miao Qiang immediately became interested after hearing this. Although he had contacted people from the 79th Bureau twice, he had never figured out what this mysterious department did. Once he asked Xiao Hunyu, Xiao Hunyu,
Jade just smiled and told him that it was not the time yet, and when the time came, he would understand what the seventy-nine games were about.
At this time, I heard that Jin Kemu knew about the seventy-nine games, and couldn't help but ask: "Old Jin, tell me quickly, what are the seventy-nine games for? Why do I feel that they are quite mysterious."
Jin Kemu asked in confusion: "Have you not come into contact with them? Why don't you know what they do?"
"It's a long story. I had a little misunderstanding with them a few days ago. I only know a few things about them, but I really don't know what they are going on with."
Jin Kemu thought for a while and then said: "Now is not the time to talk. I will tell you in detail when I get back."
At this moment, all the chefs had finished showing off their cooking skills. Zhang Feng came on stage and laughed and said: "Thank you all chefs for your presentation. Now please move to the main entrance of my villa and appreciate Zhang's collection."
A treasure that has been treasured for many years, "Green Pines and Autumn Frost Picture"."
When everyone followed Zhang Feng to the main entrance of the villa, two beauties in cheongsam were standing on the terrace on the second floor of the villa, holding a scroll about one and a half meters wide, one on the left and the other on the right.
The old man with white beard and hair said excitedly that "Green Pines and Autumn Frost" is five feet eight inches wide and one foot long. It is an extremely rare large-scale painting. I am lucky enough to see it today and I will never regret it.
"President Zhang, I am really grateful to see such a masterpiece in my lifetime. Please pay me your respects."
After saying that, the old guy was about to bow down to Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and the two of them made a show of each other again.
Miao Qiang looked on and was so embarrassed that he almost had cancer, and thought to himself: "You two old guys, can you show off your face? Your acting is so fake, I even feel ashamed for you. Well, gangsters are gangsters, why are you pretending?"
Confucian businessmen."
At this time, Wu Zhenhao came over and said: "Master Feng, everything is ready and you can start at any time."
Zhang Feng nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, let's get started."
At Zhang Feng's order, several spotlights hit the door of the villa. The two beauties standing on the second floor terrace let go of their hands, and the scrolls in their hands fell down like a waterfall, slowly.
It slowly unfolded in front of everyone's eyes.
But when the scroll was unfolded, everyone was dumbfounded. What they saw was the "Green Pines and Autumn Frost" framed on a scroll!
I saw a few lines of scarlet characters written in cinnabar on it: Sailu Bu, a slave of the third surname, Fang Tian drew a halberd and stabbed his adoptive father. Fengxian became a beauty in anger, and the wolf son killed his father with profit ahead. Good and evil will be repaid in the end,
It would be in vain to let it be hypocritical.
Everyone looked at this limerick and thought of Zhang Feng's background. Naturally, they understood that the person who changed the painting was scolding Zhang Feng in front of everyone.
Zhang Feng was even more furious. He still looked like the hypocritical Confucian businessman he had been before. He stared with red eyes, grabbed Wu Zhenhao beside him and asked: "What's going on?! Tell me! Who did it?"
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Wu Zhenhao was held in Zhang Feng's hand and did not dare to resist at all. After swallowing his saliva, he said with difficulty: "Master Feng, please calm down. Master Feng, please calm down. This... this Zhenhao really doesn't know either!"
Zhang Feng used his hands hard and threw Wu Zhenhao away, and said angrily: "It's useless. Check it out! You have to send it to me now. Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find the painting for me."
Then he turned around and looked at the guests attending the birthday banquet, and said with a cold smile: "No matter which of you took my painting, it's still too late to hand it over. Once I find out by myself, no matter who it is, don't blame me.
Cruel and ruthless!"
What he didn't notice was that the moment he turned around, Wu Zhenhao lowered his head and left, with a flash of anger in his eyes.