Du San quickly returned to the study with a steaming teapot.
He carefully placed the hot teapot in his hand on the square table with thin legs beside Chu Heng, took out half a pack of Pegasus cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and handed it to Chu Heng.
"Smoke, Mr. Chu."
Chu Heng took it casually, took out the lighter with Du San and lit it, took a deep breath, sprayed two mist dragons from his nose, and said to him lazily: "I brought some specialties back from Hong Kong Island, you
Remember to take some back when you leave so that your wife can have a taste."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Chu." Du San smiled and nodded his thanks, then put away his cigarette and lighter and sat on the armchair on the other side of the square table.
Chu Heng glanced at him and tapped his fingers lightly on the table to show the importance of the next conversation. He then said: "You must remember what I say next, and don't let the second
Three people know."
"clear!"
Du San sat upright with a solemn expression and stared at him unblinkingly.
"I plan to open a pigeon market at Cen Hao's place by the end of this year." Chu Heng said solemnly.
"Are you too hasty?" Du San said with a face full of astonishment: "The Chinese New Year will be here in a few days, Mr. Chu, and we haven't prepared anything yet."
"Can you use your brain? I'm going to a funeral, and you're in such a hurry? You're talking about the Gregorian calendar year!" Chu Heng looked at him angrily, and couldn't help but raise his voice a little higher.
"hey-hey!"
Du San smiled and quickly closed his mouth.
"I found out why you are becoming more and more stupid after you get married?" Chu Heng glanced at him again, flicked the cigarette ashes with his fingers, and then continued: "So you have a lot of work to do in advance this year. The first is business issues.
, this is the top priority. Didn’t I ask you to contact those bad guys in the pigeon market? How is it going? "
Du San quickly said: "I have been in contact with those people since you gave your order. Currently, I know more than half of the famous treacherous people in the city."
"It's less, and it's not enough to just know each other." Chu Heng frowned when he heard this, and said thoughtfully: "I don't care what method you use, by the time our pigeon market opens, at least 70% of the pigeons will be sold.
Can I check in?"
"able!"
Du San nodded vigorously with a solemn expression, then reached out to pick up the teapot, poured two cups of tea out, and looked at the light green tea in the cup, with a faint flash of evil in his eyes.
Now that Chu Heng has given the order to die, there is no room for negotiation on this matter. If those sneaky low-end thieves can be more understanding, then they will be better off. If not, then there is no way they should be allowed to see him.
The trick!
"Zi Liu!"
"There is also the issue of security. This is a commonplace." Chu Heng took a sip of tea and continued: "The security departments in the city must ensure that there are our own people in every place. If
It would be best to have someone with an official position."
"Don't worry, I have already arranged the people a few months ago. Now if there is any trouble in the security department, we will be the first to know." Du San smiled confidently.
"That's good."
Chu Heng nodded without saying anything more, then raised his finger and pointed at the desk: "Go and open the third drawer on the right hand side of the table. There is a document I drafted about the specific operating model of Pigeon City. You are right here.
Take a good look at it, and then go back and think about it for yourself. If you have any opinions, please tell me in time."
"Okay." Du San quickly put down the teacup he had just picked up, stood up and walked over quickly. After finding the information from the drawer of the desk, he returned to Chu Heng and sat down. He opened the folder and took out the information, word for word.
I read it carefully, not even daring to neglect a single punctuation mark.
Chu Heng didn't rush him, got up and found a book, sat down and read it leisurely while sipping the fragrant tea.
After a long time like this, Du San finally finished reading the information. He put the information in his hand into the file with fiery eyes and looked at Chu Heng excitedly: "Master Chu! If our pigeon market can really go as you planned.
If that happens, then we will all be rewarded!"
"Look at your worthless appearance? How much money do you think you deserve for this little money?" Chu Heng, who has a net worth of hundreds of millions, glanced at him disdainfully and asked, "Do you have any comments?"
"Not yet, please let me go back and think about it." Du San shook his head cautiously, and then remembered one of the things that puzzled him. After hesitating for a moment, he asked: "Master Chu
, your information said that you want to open a cultural relics store in Pigeon City, why is that? This thing is junk now, you can get it casually, do we have to spend money to buy it? "
"You don't have to worry about this. The money for collecting items from the cultural relics store will be deducted from my share of the money, so it won't affect you." Chu Heng just waved his hand gently, as if he was too lazy to explain so much to him.
After all, if you don't spend other people's money, why talk to him so much? It's just a waste of saliva.
"It's done."
Du San nodded with a wry smile, stood up and put the documents back.
Then the two of them chatted about the plan for a while. When it was almost twelve o'clock, Yang Guizhi knocked on the door and asked them to go to dinner. The two brothers stopped talking and came out of the study.
When they arrived at the main room, a copper stove had been placed in the middle of the dining table. The charcoal fire was burning brightly in the stove, and streams of hot air were rising from the exhaust vents, even the air was distorted.
There are no other dishes on the table, just mutton, tofu, cabbage, vermicelli, and some seasonings.
These days, you don’t need all the bells and whistles to eat hot-pot mutton. The main thing is to eat meat.
At this time, all the people in the courtyard, old and young, had come over and were sitting at the table in the room chatting and laughing. Little Huniu was being held by the deaf old lady, and Chu Zhecheng was lying on the side obediently.
Bubbles are blowing out of a crib.
"Come on, come on, sit down quickly." Chu Heng pulled Du San to sit down, then looked at the old man Lian who was staring at the mutton on the table and secretly swallowing his saliva, and said with a smile: "Director, I will drink with you today.
I will apologize to you."
"Go away, I won't drink wine today, I will just eat meat!" Even if the old man doesn't bother others when he sees him now, how can he be in the mood to drink with his grandson?
After giving this guy a blank look, I saw that the water in the pot was boiling, so I quickly picked up a plate of chopped mutton and put it into the pot.
Seeing this, Chu Heng stopped trying to warm his face to his cold buttocks. He turned around and asked Du San to get a bottle of Moutai, and the two of them were busy pushing cups and changing cups.
And even the old man didn't even look at the Moutai, which he usually couldn't bear to drink, and just ate the mutton with chopsticks without even taking a bite of the tofu.
No one laughed at him about this.
In these days, many ordinary people can't eat boiled mutton once a year. Even the old man's house is better, but it's not much better. He can't eat it just a few times. Today, he can finally eat it once. He doesn't want to eat more.
