At around six o'clock in the morning the next day after Chu Heng visited Ben Shaming, he checked out of the room with Cen Hao and took the hotel car to the airport.
On the way, Cen Hao looked at Chu Heng's face that had been smelling bad since he left Abel Manor last night, and couldn't help but ask: "Master Chu, what's wrong with you?"
"Never mind."
Chu Heng waved his hands impatiently, puffing on his cigarette, constantly thinking about how to deal with Ben Shaming and get back the national treasures in his hands.
Dog bites Lu Dongbin!
She glanced at him secretly with her hot face pressed against her cold buttocks, and really didn't care anymore. She shrank back on the seat, closed her eyes comfortably and rested her mind.
After more than twenty minutes of this, the car drove into the airport.
"May good luck always be with you, Mr. Chu Heng." The driver diligently helped them take their luggage out of the car and put it on the luggage trolley.
"Thanks."
Chu Heng bowed politely, gave him a tip of twenty yuan, and quickly walked into the airport to check in.
Cen Hao pushed the heavy luggage cart and trotted behind.
Not long after, the two people holding two first-class tickets entered the terminal through a special passage. After waiting for about fifteen minutes, they boarded a flight to Citigroup and flew to Washington.
Planes in this period were not very fast, even in these developed countries. After a six-hour flight, the two brothers arrived in Washington at around 1 noon.
This time, it was still Cen Hao’s nephew Lian Guanglong who picked him up at the airport.
After the meeting, the leader of the Washington branch of Zhi Gong Tang was as enthusiastic and straightforward as ever, and first stepped forward to hug Chu Heng.
"Haha, brother."
"Brother Long."
Then he bowed to Cen Hao respectfully.
"Uncle Master."
"Master nephew." Cen Hao grinned happily. He and Lian Guanglong have always had good tempers.
"Uncle, how are you doing these days?"
"Four drinks a day, happy as a god. Where is Master Yuan? How is he?"
"It's almost the same. Two girls a day will keep you strong."
"Ha ha."
The three of them looked at each other and smiled, then walked out of the airport surrounded by members of the court, boarded a car parked at the door and left.
Chu Heng chatted with Lian Guanglong in the car for a while, and then the car drove out of the airport. He couldn't wait to ask: "Brother Long, how did the investigation I asked you to investigate before I left last year go?"
"The investigation has been completed a long time ago." Lian Guanglong stretched out his hand exaggeratedly and said: "In February, the brothers in France sent people to send the information. It is so thick. You really have the money.
Not in vain."
"That's good, that's good." Chu Heng suddenly felt relieved, and then asked: "What did the superiors say?"
"I don't know about that." Lian Guanglong shook his head: "Although we are brothers, according to the rules of the world, I shouldn't look at that thing, so I have kept it in my safe since it was delivered to me until I get back.
If it’s there, I’ll get it for you.”
"There's no need to be too hasty." Chu Heng looked at him with more admiration, feeling that this is what Jianghu people should be like, with rules and regulations, and a strong emphasis on love and righteousness.
It's much better than the gang of self-proclaimed gangsters in Sijiu City.
Then a few people chatted for a while, and soon the car drove into Chinatown.
Lian Guanglong first took Chu Heng and the two of them to the hotel opened by Zhi Gongtang to put down their luggage, and then went to Guangfeng Building.
Mo Darong was waiting for them in the lobby at this time. When he saw the two of them coming in, he happily came forward and said, "Junior brother, Xiao Chu, are you hungry? The food and drinks are ready and we are waiting for you."
"Senior brother."
"well."
"I'm here to bother you again, Uncle Rong."
"My family, why bother me? I would be happy if you come here often."
After a few polite words in the lobby, the Chu Heng brothers were pulled into a private room.
As soon as Fang sat down, he quickly took out two unpackaged glass wine bottles from the bag he had brought. Even the bottle mouths were sealed with rough wooden stoppers and plastic cloth. He handed them to Mo Darong and said: "
I don’t know if Uncle Rong likes the fifty-year-old daughter’s red brought from my hometown.”
Mo Darong was a good drinker, his eyes lit up when he saw it, and he hurriedly took it: "Haha, I won't be polite to you about this. I have never heard of Nuerhong in the past fifty years."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but pull out the cork of one of the bottles, and smelled it first. The mellow aroma of the wine shocked him, and then he quickly picked up a small wine cup from the table, picked it up and poured it out.
Come out small.
After carefully taking a sip, he shook his head and said: "Good wine! Strong but not dry, mellow, sweet and fresh, it makes people have endless aftertaste."
"Prime Minister." A cadre at the Zhigongtang table called Mo Darong the position he held before he retired, and said with a smile: "Don't keep the good things to yourself. Our brothers have never drunk such good wine. Why don't you give it to me?"
Can we have some each?"
"Go, go, you brats deserve to drink such good wine? That's just cows chewing peonies." Mo Darong hurriedly resealed the bottle and called a waiter to take him to the room upstairs.
Lian Guanglong looked at it with greed, and immediately stared at Chu Heng and joked: "Brother, you are not interesting enough. You said that these few times you have been here, I have not been there to pick you up and see you off? This is not the case.
Credit must come from hard work, why don't you give me a bottle of wine?"
"Haha, don't worry." Chu Heng smiled and took out two bottles of the same package from his bag and handed them to him: "This is OK."
"Oh, look at you, oh, this, this, this... I'm joking." Seeing that he still had his share, Lian Guanglong rubbed his hands in embarrassment and was about to get it, but he suddenly stretched out his hand.
He stretched out his hands and took the two bottles of wine.
"Guanglong, Master, these two bottles of wine will be regarded as your filial piety to Master. You don't need to give me anything else for birthdays, festivals, etc. this year." Mo Darong smiled and put the wine beside him.
"Master, you can't do this, why don't you leave a bottle for me?" Even Guanglong's face turned green.
"What? You don't want to be filial to Master? You want to rebel against Tiangang!" Mo Darong looked over with a stern look on his face.
"...Here it is, why don't I give it to you?" Lian Guanglong cried sadly.
"Oh, this is Master's good disciple." Mo Darong smiled with satisfaction, and the wrinkles on his face rippled like a blooming chrysanthemum.
Chu Heng looked at the master and apprentice with a smile and didn't interrupt. He had given the things away anyway, and it didn't matter who got them.
"Xiao Chu." Then Mo Darong took Chu Heng's hand again and said with several times more enthusiasm than before: "What do you plan to do when you come to Citi this time? What if Uncle Rong can do it?"
If you want to help, just ask."
He has lived for such a long time, why doesn’t he understand?
Naturally, it was clear that Chu Heng must have something to ask for when he gave such a big gift this time.
And Chu Heng happened to be in his heart, so he took the initiative to stir up the topic.
If not, even with Cen Hao's face, he would still have to think carefully.