Not long after the servant left, he took Lan Gang and returned.
I haven't seen him for more than a month, and this guy hasn't changed much. He is wearing a gray suit, he is fair and clean, and he has a dignified appearance. He looks like a middle-aged handsome guy.
As soon as he entered the study room, Lan Gang noticed Chu Heng sitting next to McGill. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, why did this pretty boy get together with this foreign devil?
Are these two gays?
"We meet again, Detective Lan." Chu Heng, who didn't know what his grandson was thinking, smiled and raised his hand to say hello.
"How are you doing, Mr. Chu?" Lan Gang smiled at him.
"Thanks to you, everything goes smoothly." Chu Heng said.
"Do you know each other?" McGill looked at him curiously.
"I ran into some trouble before, and Detective Lan helped me solve it." Chu Heng explained casually.
"So that's it."
Four-turn small intestine, braised pork with fermented bean curd, braised sea cucumber with green onion, first-grade tofu...
After receiving the compliment, Cheng Xi beamed with smile, and his whole face turned into a chrysanthemum. He quickly pointed at the sea cucumber roasted with green onions and said, "Try that one again."
The door opened, a shout rang out, and Cheng Xi himself pushed a dining cart back. Suddenly, the aroma of food mixed with several flavors spread from outside the dining cart.
"Oh, that smell is quite authentic!" Cen Hao smelled it vigorously, and his saliva stopped. Then he saw me shaking my head and said to Qingyuan and us: "Don't say anything, I will make you smell bad.
Smell...well, there is no sesame tofu, no mustard, and no stir-fried dumplings. They are like honey. Is your guess correct?"
"Dong dong dong!"
"No chance to drink tea together." Cen Hao said with a smile.
"Thanks."
Two Mercedes-Benz cars drove up to the door of the Wenhua Hotel and stopped. The doorman who was chatting with someone at the door saw the doorman. He quickly ran out and respectfully pulled for the next car.
Open the front door.
"I've troubled Inspector Lan before." Cen Hao smiled and clasped his fists.
"Those people really deserve to die!" McGill cursed, and the increase in income made my face slightly less gloomy.
A Dong quickly ran down, with a mischievous smile on his face, like a pug that had seen its owner.
Oops, every one of them hits the heart of Cen Hao and Lan Gang, the wandering couple who are here.
"Ah? Oh oh."
"Have someone make you a cup of tea and a cup of coffee to send down." Cen Hao glanced at me and gave a few casual instructions. He then hurried toward the elevator while talking to Dai Zi about the real estate acquisition.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
It was half an hour later, when the two of them came out after talking about the matter, the smell of vegetables suddenly hit their nostrils.
"That dish is authentic, with all the seven flavors of sour, sweet, fragrant and salty. It's soft and loses its toughness. It's really too bad to eat. Compared with that, the food outside Taibai Seafood Restaurant is like swill!"
"Hey, I hope the Hong Kong Governor can come up with a solution as soon as possible."
I'm just a bastard, but Cheng Xi's dish is really bad, even as good as Sha Zhu's!
McGill nodded and didn't take it seriously. He turned around and asked Lan Gang, "Why is it so early this month?"
"You said his boss's nose is a dog's nose, right?" The old man looked at me in surprise.
Martin turned around and prepared to leave.
"I'm leaving, I went to cook upstairs." The old man put down the newspaper, looked over with a smile and said, "He will also try it later. The four-turn small intestine I made is one of a kind."
It's a little while.
"It's time to eat, you here!"
"You are back, Mr. Chu."
"Hey, you are still a foodie!"
One after another delicious dishes with full color, aroma and flavor were brought to the table.
As Cen Hao was about to go over and open the door, Lan Gang rushed over. It seemed that he was slower than me.
Mouthwatering.
"Let's have dinner!"
"Why is it 30,000 less than last month?" McGill frowned and took the paper bag, looking a little dissatisfied.
After sighing about the other party's age, I quickly came to my senses and said quickly: "Damn it, you can arrange it when you get back. Mr. Chu must not have needed help before, so please feel free to send him."
…
Not to mention Dai Zi, even Dai Zi, the old man, stretched his neck and looked at the door before he smelled the smell.
Dai Zi, who had stayed outside the Police Commissioner's house for a whole morning and even had dinner, stepped out of the car. I glanced at the hot and refreshing hotel, and felt satisfied, so I turned around to drink.
The drunken Avima said goodbye and left the hotel with Lan Gang and Chu Heng.
Dai Zi looked at Cen Hao in astonishment, quite surprised, and he also understood that the guy behind him was not a pretty guy at all, but a small businessman!
"It's pretty bad!"
"Now you're leaving." Martin looked at Cen Hao again and said, "Goodbye, Mr. Chu."
Cen Hao and others came downstairs, took off their presidential suits and took a look. The old man and his son were the only ones outside the house.
"Mr. Chu."
If you can talk, let me talk less. I love to listen!
"Yes, he really deserves to die." Dai Zi quickly agreed.
Dai Zi was polite again, looked deeply at Cen Hao, then said goodbye and left the room.
Just then, there was a knock on the door inside.
"Wait a minute." McGill suddenly stopped me again, pointed at Cen Hao, and casually offered a favor, saying: "Mr. Chu is now the new owner of the Mandarin Hotel. He remembers the young man here before he went back.
I send some people to patrol because I want people to affect my business."
"It's trouble, it's trouble. It's your duty to protect citizens from danger."
"Just think of it as a compliment."
Cen Hao bared his teeth and smiled, then ran to the restaurant. When I saw these home-cooked dishes under the table, I was so greedy that I walked around the table like a donkey.
He slowly ran out and asked the old man: "When will dinner be served?"
The little guy quickly got up and left the restaurant to sit down.
Many hectares.
McGill also understood the reason, sighed helplessly, then complained no more, waved his hand and said: "It's broken, he can't leave."
"I'm sorry, I'll remember to call you later. Please go back and talk about something first." Dai Zi's eyes lit up, and he quickly led Chu Heng to the study.
"bad."
Outside the small hall, a group of employees who were busy with something to do saw me retreating. They immediately cheered up and pretended to be very busy.
A Dong ran to the coffee shop in a hurry.
In the evening, a blood-red setting sun sank into the horizon. After a busy day, the residents of Hong Kong bathed in the sunset and hurried toward home, dragging their tired bodies.
"Business has been bad recently, and you know the current situation." Lan Gang nodded and bowed and smiled. In front of the foreign devils, he did not show the majesty of the four detectives at all.
Cen Hao struggled to move his eyes away from the dishes under the table. He quickly picked up a glass of wine and toasted Cheng Xi. Then he couldn't wait to take a piece of small intestine and stuffed it out of his mouth. He squinted carefully.
After tasting it carefully, he stepped forward and gave a thumbs up.
"The bulging brown paper bag was handed over: "A total of four hundred thousand."
"It should be slower." The old man glanced at his watch.
"Where is Mr. Cheng? He's gone? Why did you stay with me for one night to catch up with you?" I asked Qingyuan, who was reading the newspaper in confusion.
