"I told you, you old boy has a very tight mouth. We were drinking together the day before we left, and you didn't even fart!"
"You can't blame me for this. In fact, I didn't know I was leaving at the time. I was sleeping at home in the middle of the night. My brother suddenly came back with a group of big soldiers. He hurriedly packed up some gold, silver and soft goods and took them with him.
Let's go."
"Hey, by the way, where is your brother now? Wanwan or Hong Kong Island?"
"Where is he? He has been dead for several years and is lying underground!"
"No, is it true? How old was he before he died?"
"Why am I lying to you? That kid had a lot of problems when he followed Bald Jiang and ran through mountains and seas of fire. When he was just over forty, he had to be supported when he walked. In the past few years, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up."
"Hey, I didn't expect that little snot-nosed kid who was behind me asking for sweets would actually walk in front of me."
"It's all personal creation."
In the living room, the two brothers let out a long sigh.
Chu Heng and Na Daohui, who had already finished breakfast, were also sitting at the dining table chatting.
This grandson of Cen Hao doesn't like to chat. After eating, he wiped his mouth and went back to the house to read comics.
"Dong dong dong!"
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
Chu Heng heard the noise and went over to open the door.
The person who knocked on the door was the room attendant. When he saw him, he bowed down respectfully, with a standard smile on his face, and said: "Mr. Chu, Miss Avima has arrived downstairs."
"So early?" Chu Heng glanced at his watch, thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to open the next suite, invite her up, and bring two cups of coffee over."
"Okay, Mr. Chu." The waiter turned around and left quickly.
Chu Heng wiped himself away and went to the living room, found the two old brothers who were thinking about going west, and said politely: "Master, Mr. Cheng, you guys chat first, I have something to do here, I have to go out.
I won’t accompany you to drink this morning. I will definitely accompany you two to have a good drink in the evening.”
Cheng Xi already knew that he was the owner of this hotel, a rich man worth hundreds of millions. Hearing this, he stood up quickly and said somewhat cautiously: "Hey, it's okay, it's okay, you are busy with your business."
"Go ahead and don't worry about us." Qingyuan waved his hand casually.
"Then I'll leave first. If you need anything, just ask the waiter." Chu Heng smiled at Cheng Xi, then turned back to the bedroom, took out a document bag, and left.
presidential suite.
Then he entered the junior suite next door, which was only separated by a wall.
After he sat in that room for a while, a waiter from the restaurant downstairs brought coffee, and then the room attendant came over with the exquisite and elegant Ivyma and Gulizal.
"Dong dong dong!"
Although the door was open, the room attendant still knocked on the door when he arrived, and then said: "Mr. Chu, Miss Avima and Miss Gulizar are here."
"Okay, thank you, go and do your work." Chu Heng looked at her with a smile.
"You're welcome, this is what I should do." The waiter bowed solemnly and left, showing extremely high professionalism.
Ivy looked at the waiter and walked in with some confusion: "Chu, why do I feel that people here are very afraid of you?"
"hehe."
Chu Heng smiled and said nothing, picked up the coffee cup and handed it to Gulizal, saying: "You go and drink coffee outside. Avima and I have something to talk about alone."
"oh."
Gulizal glanced at the two of them, obediently took the coffee and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Avima became even more confused. She stepped forward and sat down next to him, and asked with a wink, "What? Do you have something shameful to tell me? Or are you finally unable to hold it in any longer? Do you want to sleep with me?"
"whispering sound!"
Chu Heng sneered in disgust, crossed his legs, held a cigarette in his hand, and pretended to be indifferent: "I bought this hotel."
After he finished shopping for the hotel, he had been trying to find the right person to share his joy. Otherwise, he would always feel unsatisfied. Now the opportunity finally came, and the results were very good.
"What?!!!"
Avima's mouth opened into an O shape, and she was extremely shocked.
Chu Heng glanced at the shape of her mouth and reminded her kindly: "Don't play with black people in the future. Over time, you will waste a lot of lipstick, you know?"
Avima and Ben didn't hear what he was saying. They looked dazedly at the life mentor sitting in front of her, a guiding light, with eyes full of little stars filled with admiration: "I remember this
The hotel cost 90 million, right? And you also have to acquire real estate... which requires more than 100 million, right?"
"Oh my God, my God, this is so amazing. Tell me, Chu, how on earth did you accumulate so much wealth in such a short period of time?"
"Of course it's a secret." Seeing her whirring, Chu Heng, who had never liked walking at night in brocade clothes, felt very satisfied.
He smiled and leaned back, found a comfortable sitting position, and reminded her: "You have to hide this from Gulizar, Che Xiaobao and the others, you know? After all, my identity is
It's a little special and I don't want my family to know about it."
"I understand." Avima nodded to express her understanding, and then looked at him in confusion and asked: "But, if that's the case, why do you still want to let them know that you want to buy real estate? You're not afraid of that.
Has anyone found out?"
"You don't understand this."
Chu Heng raised his chin proudly and said sternly: "Don't forget that my nickname at home is the God of Wealth. It would be abnormal if I didn't do something in a capitalist society, so I have to show some muscles appropriately.
Come out, lest people mutter, oh... By the way, you can't tell them all about the real estate purchase. Just tell them later that I bought one or two pieces of land, not too many."
"I don't think this is a nickname, you are really the God of Wealth!" Avima looked serious and pious: "I have decided to throw away the statue of Jesus when I go back today. From now on, I will only believe in you!"
"It's not impossible." Chu Heng bared his teeth and smiled, sat up straight again, pushed the coffee cup in front of her, and said: "Okay, let's get down to business. Have you found the person you mentioned before?
"
"We have already found him." Avima said sternly, "His name is Terrence Owen, and he is the deputy director of the Chief Secretary."
"Tell me about this man."
"He's very greedy."
"Isn't this nonsense? How many people in the current Hong Kong government are not greedy? Tell me something else."
"Well... his character is a bit old-fashioned. He likes to follow the old-school gentleman's routine. He also likes to smoke cigars and ride horses. Oh, by the way, he is also very lustful. Almost every time he sees a beautiful woman, he will try to do it.
He was close, but he was very bad at that. I heard someone said that it only lasted about three minutes, and it was still considered the time to take off her clothes, so even if she caught him, the woman would leave him quickly. Of course, with a special purpose
