"Haha, good girl, my godfather's love for you is not in vain!"
In the main room, Chu Heng, who was lying on the Arhat bed, was coaxed to smile by a few words from Huniu who was riding on his belly. He looked at this little guy like a treasure, but he was very curious.
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"Dong dong dong!"
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Xiao Ma's voice came from outside: "Master Chu, the snow has cleared."
"knew!"
Chu Heng responded and looked at Huniu again. He was afraid that she would cry if he left. He thought for a moment and said, "Huniu, my godfather has to go to work. Can you go play with grandma? Wait until your godfather comes back."
You bring something delicious."
"Um!"
Tigress, who had a piece of toffee in her mouth, nodded obediently when she heard this. In fact, this grandson is just a peacock, showing off his emotions. For the little guy who has food in his mouth, he can't do anything but grab her food at this time.
He left, even if he took Ya out and shot her, he wouldn't feel any pain.
"So good!"
Chu Heng smiled and pinched Xiaojia's chubby cheeks, then stood up, put her in cotton-padded clothes, and carried her out the door.
Seeing the Niu Ma brothers squatting outside the door chatting, he threw a box of flue over and said, "Wait here for a while, and I'll leave soon."
"Alas."
Several people nodded with smiles on their faces.
Chu Heng then turned around and went to the old lady's room. It happened that Chu Zhecheng had just woken up at this time and was lying on the hot fire bed, making noises.
"Hey, the eldest son is awake!"
He glanced at his fat and white son, strode forward, handed Huniu to the old lady Wu Xiumei, and said, "I have to go to work, Huniu, just watch."
"Okay, go ahead and do your work." Wu Xiumei smiled and nodded.
"Dad is gone, son." Chu Heng turned to look at the prince of the Chu family again, smiled, picked him up and kissed him, and finally grabbed a handful of the little guy's crotch and said, "Give daddy a bird to eat!
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"Wow wow wow wow..."
He was a little too forceful this time, and Chu Zhecheng, who was looking at him curiously, opened his mouth and burst into tears on the spot.
"Hey, he just woke up and is having a tantrum. Why are you teasing him when you say you have nothing to do?" The deaf old lady reached out to grab the child distressedly, and while coaxing Chu Heng, she kicked Chu Heng away and said angrily: "
Go quickly and go to your class!"
"Tsk, this little bastard can't help but tease you!" Chu Heng smiled coquettishly, but couldn't help but touch Hu Niu's head and turned around to go out.
Then he went back to the main room, closed the door and took out a bunch of beautiful knives in a net bag. This was all the royalties given by Chrissy during this period. Before he came back, he took it out specially to prepare it with his own hands.
A total of more than 500,000 yuan was handed over to Meng Huazhi.
As for why you use a mesh bag?
Of course, he is pretending to be a saint in front of others!
After taking out the money, he put it aside, and then took out some cigarettes and alcoholic drinks from the specialties that he had secretly bought and stored in the warehouse and put them into an empty suitcase, preparing to give them to the people in the project team later.
Then, Chu Heng went to find a heavy suitcase among the luggage he brought back, which contained the best-selling books from Citigroup in recent years that Chrissy had collected for him.
"Work together!"
After taking out the suitcases, Chu Heng came out of the main room with the two suitcases and the net bag.
"Give it to me, Master Chu."
When the brothers Maverick and Xiaoma saw him, they hurried forward and reached out to pick up the things he was carrying.
One of the men took the net bag and looked at the colorful banknotes inside, and asked doubtfully: "Master Chu, are you going to visit the grave soon?"
"What grave should I go to?" Chu Heng looked over in confusion.
"Ah? Why are you using the paper money if you don't go to the grave?" The man became even more confused.
Mavericks, who had seen the U.S. knife, glanced at him, smiled, scolded and kicked him: "What the hell is paper money? That's U.S. knife, Citi's money, you old hat!"
When Xiao Ma heard the sound and glanced sideways, he was suddenly speechless: "Master Chu! Do you want four to five million?"
"Almost." Chu Heng smiled and nodded.
"How many?"
The man suddenly shivered with fright and almost lost his grip on the net bag in his hand.
"Oh my god, I have never burned so much money for my ancestors before I went to the graves during the Qingming Festival!" Another man murmured as he looked at the money.
"Master Chu, I, I, I... I don't dare to take it!" The man carrying the money handed the net bag to Xiao Ma in fear: "Brother Ma, please give me the box and we will exchange it. I'm afraid of losing it.
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"Get out of here, are you afraid of me anymore?" Xiao Ma hurriedly avoided it as if avoiding snakes and scorpions. The four to five million yuan was not enough to buy his whole family if he lost it.
"Which of you can take it?"
The man had no choice but to look at the others for help.
"Don't look at me, I've never seen so much paper money."
"You'd better get it yourself."
The remaining people also ran away.
"Look at your potential, give it to me quickly." Chu Heng stepped forward and took the money, dumbfounded, and then waved his hand and led them away.
After leaving the yard, Xiao Ma and the others ran to the rented yard diagonally across the street, and soon they came out with a dozen big-bodied men pushing bicycles, each of them still carrying a guy on his waist.
"Get in the car, Master Chu!"
Chu Heng looked at the brothers gathered in a circle around him, waved his hands in a funny way and said: "We don't need these people, just two of them will come with me. There is no need to mobilize such a large number of people."
Maverick, who had a bicycle slung next to him and was about to carry him, looked at the guy who was blatantly carrying the hundreds of thousands of dollars in his hand, and said with a wry smile: "It's better to go with more people, Mr. Chu, otherwise I will
I’m not sure, it’s hundreds of thousands after all.”
"Okay, if you want to follow, just follow." Chu Heng stepped forward wordlessly and sat on the back seat of Maverick's bicycle, and then the group set off in a mighty manner.
Along the way, except for Chu Heng, everyone in the group was nervous. They were all wary of the passers-by on the street, looking at everyone like robbers. There was even a young man who got kicked because he got too close.
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A group of people just rode their bicycles for twenty minutes to scare themselves, and finally arrived at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
"Give me your things and return them all."
Chu Heng got off the car at the door, took the suitcase from their hands, turned around and walked inside.
"Hey, the God of Wealth is back?"
When the old gatekeeper saw him, he smiled and waved hello, and then he found a pocket of beautiful knives in his arms. He was stunned: "Oh my God, how much money did you bring back this time? How much does it cost?"
ah?"
"Not much, four to five million." Chu Heng put down his things with a smile, took out a box of Haocai cigarettes from his pocket and threw it over: "Try the cigarettes you brought back from outside."
"Oh, thank you, thank you." The old man took it hurriedly.
"You're welcome, please rest, I have something to do, see you later." Chu Heng smiled at him, picked up his things and walked towards the office building in a hurry.
"This God of Wealth, damn it, this God of Wealth, damn it..."
The old janitor with little education looked at the net bag in his hand and sighed repeatedly.
"What, man?"
It happened that a ministry official came back from outside. Hearing him curse, he came over and asked, "Who are you scolding?"
"I didn't scold anyone."
The old man rolled his eyes at him, and then said enthusiastically: "Hey, guess who I just saw?"
"Who is it?" the clerk asked curiously.
"God of Wealth!" The old man grinned, shook the cigarette in his hand, and showed off: "Give me a box of foreign cigarettes."
"Oh, what a blessing? These cigarettes are pretty good. I heard they cost a few yuan a box. We, the God of Wealth, are really rich!" The clerk, who is also well-informed, looked at the cigarette box and raised his eyebrows.
, smiled and stretched out his hand, saying: "Men, come and have a taste."
"Whatever you want to try, I have to keep it well. I'll have relatives come over for the Chinese New Year. If you want to smoke it, go to the God of Wealth. He must still have it." When the old man heard that it was so expensive, he hurriedly put it in his pocket with a mysterious look on his face.
He said: "By the way, guess how much money the God of Wealth brought this time."
"Looking at you, you shouldn't bring anything less." The clerk pondered for a moment and boldly guessed: "Two hundred thousand dollars?"
"If it's less, he can pull back tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands at home. Two hundred thousand is a bit despising to us, the God of Wealth. He has to turn around every time he does it!" The old man bared his teeth and smiled.
"Four to five million?!!!" The clerk's eyes widened in excitement, and then he hurriedly got on his bicycle and walked inside.
"No, I have to report it to the leader quickly. If we start too late, our company may not even have any leftover soup!"
