In just a few words, Chu Heng calmly helped Xu Damao solve this trouble that made him gray with worry.
This is the noodles!
"What's wrong with Xu Damao?"
Seeing her husband hang up the phone, Ni Yinghong cast a curious look, her bright eyes blinking like a little bitch.
"It's no big deal. Isn't Pang Yu, the new director of the steel rolling mill, preparing to replace the old officials left by Li Fugui? Xu Damao is on the list. He really has nothing to do, so he begged me.
, I happen to know Pang Yu, so I just helped him." Chu Heng reached out to pick up his wife's bag in a casual tone, as if it was another insignificant matter.
"oh."
When Ni Yinghong saw that it was not an exciting show about cheating or corruption, she curled her lips in disappointment, turned around and said hello to Aunt Han, plated walnuts, and left the office with her husband.
"This kid is just pretending..."
In the office, Aunt Han was secretly speechless, once again amazed by Chu's broad network of contacts.
He knows the new director of the steel rolling mill, he also knows the big leaders in the district, and he also knows the old man who collects rags on the street. Is there anyone in these 49 cities that Ya doesn't know?
…
The night is getting darker.
The noisy city has also calmed down. It was just past seven o'clock, and many lights in the residential areas of Sijiucheng were extinguished one after another. Only rows of orange street lamps stayed at their posts, like individual people.
The sentry with his head held high.
Little Lihua Chu's house is brightly lit.
In the courtyard, two dogs were competing with a cat squatting on the wall.
A skinny old civet cat lay lazily and elegantly on the wall, its golden eyes looking quietly at the two silly dogs jumping around underneath it.
The wall around Chu Heng's house is very high, and even if these two dogs have amazing jumping abilities, it would be difficult for them to touch the old civet cat.
Even if he occasionally jumped to the same height as the wall once or twice, he would be slapped back by the old civet cat's paw, making the two dogs bark in anger, but they never tired of it.
In the east room, there was a program playing on the black and white TV. Xiao Ni, my eldest cousin, and Yang Guizhi sat in a row, staring at the TV in front of them without blinking. Sometimes they were having a silly laugh, sometimes they tensed up their faces nervously, and their whole body was
investment in it.
Outside, Chu Heng was lying on the kang like a boneless body, holding a book in his hand. The cover said Spring and Autumn, but inside was an illustrated version of the Nine-Tailed Turtle.
This is an erotic book, even more exciting than The Golden Ping Mei.
Written in the late Qing Dynasty, the author is named Shuliu Shanfang. Most of the content described in this book is about the customs of prostitution places and the life of prostitutes among their clients.
Mr. Hu Shi once said that this book is a guide to the prostitution world.
Some people also say that this is a broad text that satirizes social phenomena. It fully reflects the darkness and corruption of social politics in the late Qing Dynasty, and has a strong realistic critical significance.
As we all know, Chu Heng is a noble-minded scholar and likes to read these good critical books, especially those with illustrations.
Therefore, after he got this book, he always regarded it as a treasure and would take it out to criticize it from time to time.
And while he was engrossed in reading, Yan Shu, who had just come out of the hospital this morning, was plotting a big event.
In Xuanwu, Hufang Bridge, there is a small, semi-old Western-style building with blue bricks and gray tiles. The tall windows are covered with plastered window covers, and the walls are carved with exquisite European patterns.
This small building originally belonged to a businessman surnamed Huang. Later, it changed hands several times and fell into the hands of Yan Shu. He seldom came here. After Chu Heng destroyed his small yard, he changed his stronghold here.
.
now.
The living room of the small building is brightly lit.
Yan Shu, who was wrapped in gauze in many places and had a bruised nose and face, was sitting on a European-style leather sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand and drinking it sullenly.
In addition to him, there were more than a dozen men and women in the room, sitting or standing scattered everywhere, laughing and joking, and these people were all, without exception, brothers from the big courtyard.
Yan Shu has always looked down upon those mud-legged people. If it is not necessary, he will basically not associate with those grassroots stubborn people.
"Squeak!"
At this time, a young man walked in from outside. His name was Cheng Yu. He was in his twenties, not tall and good-looking. He was introduced to Yan Shu's team two days ago and currently serves as an errand boy.
Cheng Yu stood at the door and walked around, and soon found Yan Shu. Then he walked up quickly and reported respectfully: "Brother Yan, the cars are here, the two are liberated, and the one with the shed is here."
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"Okay." Yan Shu nodded slightly, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. However, without paying attention, he picked up a bruise on his chin. He frowned in pain and his face became even more gloomy.
He put down his wine glass, touched his aching chin, and a hint of evil flashed in his eyes. After snorting heavily, he turned around and called a few people to play cards together.
I played for more than an hour and lost more than 100 yuan.
Feeling a little tired, he threw the remaining thirty yuan to Cheng Yu, who was serving tea and water: "Come here, if you lose, it's mine, if you win, it's yours."
As he said that, he pulled a pretty woman next to him to stand up and went up to the second floor with his arms around her slender waist.
Not long after, a burst of extremely suppressed humming came from upstairs, which made the blood of a bunch of animals boil.
…
At one o'clock in the morning, everything was silent.
"Click, click."
Yan Shu, who was neatly dressed, came down from the second floor and glanced at the group of sleeping brothers in the living room. He shouted a few times to wake them up, and a group of people came out of the small building in a hurry.
He got into two Jiefang vehicles parked on the roadside and left quickly.
"Boom!"
The two cars were speeding down the road one behind the other, aiming directly at 139.
Yan Shu was sitting in the passenger seat of the car in front, smoking a cigarette with a calm expression. He was not thinking about what he was going to do later, but was thinking about Chu Heng.
Although the things he did have been exposed, they are done. Chu Heng's bad reputation has spread to some people's ears, and his family is also working hard for him. I believe it won't be long before Chu Heng will be kicked out of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
And the project team that grandson worked so hard to create will also become his meal.
By then, you will definitely be mad, right?
Thinking of this, Yan Shu couldn't help feeling happy, and his mood became much more comfortable.
…
Half past one.
The two trucks drove into the silent No. 139 Middle School, passed through the playground, bypassed a row of classrooms, and finally stopped outside the door of the large warehouse in the backyard.
At this time, the two doors of the warehouse were locked, and fourteen or five young men were standing at the door waiting for them.
"Crunch!"
After the car stopped, Yan Shu jumped out of the car first, walked up to the young men with a smile, and after a few polite words, one of them took out the key, turned around, walked to the door, and opened the warehouse door.
The warehouse was so big that the moonlight couldn't shine in at all, and it was pitch black inside.
After the young man opened the door, he walked to the wall and groped for a while. Soon several light bulbs on the top of the warehouse came on, and they could see clearly what was inside.
There are many things and it is very complicated.
There are gold and silver jewelry, high-end clothes, ancient paintings and calligraphy, ancient furniture, ancient porcelain, and even ancestral tablets...
These things that were cherished by people in the past are now being piled up like garbage.
