After the matter was settled, Chu Heng suddenly felt very good, and he thought about having a few drinks with Mo Darong: "Come, Uncle Rong, I will drink some with you."
"Crack!"
However, Mo Darong slapped away his hand that was reaching for the jug, put his big hand on the jug, protected it like a treasure, and said miserably: "Go, go, this little wine is not enough for me to drink, what are you still doing?"
How many drinks do you want to share? Go to my wine cabinet and pick it yourself, and you can take whatever you want."
"Okay." Chu Heng stood up and went to the mahogany wine cabinet in the living room. He opened the door and took a look. He didn't choose a good one, so he chose a bottle of Moutai that was not too old and came back to have fun with him.
Let's drink it together in a delicious way.
The two of them chatted about the past and the present. The more they chatted, the more they became more and more interested. Before they knew it, it was past eight o'clock in the night.
"Dong dong dong."
Suddenly, a series of heavy footsteps came from downstairs.
Mo Darong, who was already a little drunk at this time, heard the latter holding up the wine glass and said with a smile: "It must be my traitor who comes to you to drink flower wine. After drinking this cup, you can leave. I will also take a shower. Let's go to another day."
Let’s talk again.”
"Sure." Chu Heng picked up the wine glass and touched it with him, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Immediately afterwards, he walked in from the door. His big shiny head was very dazzling under the light. Seeing the two people in the room drinking, he raised his hand and rubbed his big bald head, grinning and said: "After drinking,
No, Master? We brothers have set up a table and want to have fun with Uncle Cen and Brother Chu."
"What did I say?" Mo Darong glanced at Chu Heng with a smug look on his face, as if asking, look, am I right?
"You know things like a god." Chu Heng gave him a thumbs up, then stood up, said goodbye to him, went downstairs with Lian Guanglong, and got into the car parked in front of the restaurant.
Cen Hao was also in the car. Knowing that he would definitely go to a bar or nightclub later, this guy changed into a fancy plaid suit, his hair was combed meticulously, and he even applied hair wax, as if it had been licked by a calf.
"Master Chu." When he saw Chu Heng, he bared his teeth and smiled, with excitement in his expression.
"Look at your molars, you're looking at your back molars." Chu Heng smiled and scolded him, slapped him in the face, and said hello to another person from Zhigongtang in the car, and then the car set off and went
An underground nightclub outside Chinatown run by people from Zhi Gong Tang.
When they passed by, there was already a group of people waiting. After Chu Heng greeted them around, he sat down to drink with them, brag, and watch the striptease. In the blink of an eye, it was late at night.
The drunken group dispersed and each took a girl with them.
Chu Heng thought the quality was too poor, so he didn't take any of them with him, so he went back to the hotel and went to bed.
The next day.
At around seven o'clock in the morning, Chu Heng, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the noise outside the house.
He opened his eyes in confusion, raised his hands to block the dazzling sunlight shining through the gaps in the curtains, waited for a while before sitting up, looked at the time, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
After a while, he came out of the house carrying a leather suitcase and knocked on the door of Cen Hao's room opposite.
"Dong dong dong."
"Dong dong dong."
After knocking several times, Cen Hao, who was wearing lipstick marks on his face, came to open the door. He looked at Chu Heng, who was neatly dressed and carrying a box, and he immediately guessed what was going on: "I understand."
After saying that, he closed the door and went back to sleep.
In the past few years, every time Chu Heng went to Citigroup, he would disappear for a while. He had long been used to it.
"Fuck, you are getting more and more unruly."
Chu Heng, who wanted to explain something, turned around and went downstairs with a curse, spoke to his boss, took a taxi and left.
And the purpose of his coming out was naturally the same as the previous times, to sell the bronzes made by Old Man Bao in the warehouse.
After Chu Heng left Chinatown, he found a place to disguise himself as usual, and then drove to New York next door. When he got there, he went straight to a company that had been selected to deal with art sales. It took him four days.
So I packed up the batch of things and sold them.
Because he was in a hurry this time, even though he brought more things than last time, the price was not negotiated and he only sold for more than 23 million.
After getting the money, Chu Heng hurried back without even having time to avoid tax.
Because Mo Darong’s master, Cen Hao’s old and ever-strong uncle, Yuan Wei Feng, has returned.
He had something to ask for help, so he was naturally embarrassed to keep people waiting. Besides, he had stayed at Citigroup long enough this time, and the tax avoidance matter was not urgent. It was not too late to finish the matter first and then do it.
…
Washington, afternoon, noisy and old Chinatown.
With more than 23 million in his arms, Chu Heng returned here in a taxi with a suitcase and just as he had left.
"That's it, this is the fare, you don't have to look for the rest."
After the car stopped on the street in front of Guangfeng Building, Chu Heng handed the driver five yuan, got out of the car with his luggage, and strode into the restaurant.
It was already past dinner time, and there was no one in the restaurant. A few waiters were laughing and playing cards together, while Mo Darong was sitting behind the cashier, fiddling with his abacus, calculating the income of the past few days. Although he
The main source of income is not here, but it still needs to be settled, right?
"Brother Chu is back."
When a waiter noticed that he had come in, he raised his hand and greeted him enthusiastically.
Seeing this, other people also hurriedly greeted him. He was generous and often brought snacks such as popsicles and egg tarts to these people, so he was very popular with them.
"Brother Chu!"
"elder brother!"
"Oh, I'm playing with you."
Chu Heng responded with a smile and came to the counter.
"I'm back." Mo Darong raised his head and lowered his head again. He kept moving his hands and said, "Put the things aside and sit downstairs for a while. My master is taking a nap and should wake up soon."
"Oh, okay." Chu Heng put the suitcase next to the counter as he was told, took out a cigar and handed one over. He asked first, "What do you mean, old man? Are you willing to help?"
"Hey, did you change the cannon?" Mo Darong stopped, took the cigar and smelled it, then put it in his mouth, lit the probe with the fire Chu Heng handed over, and said: "I will definitely help if you help me.
, but you still have to discuss how to do it specifically, I guess I have to ask you to come up with some money."
"That's what it should be." Chu Heng smiled and nodded, his face unmoved. It would be best to use money to solve the problem. I'm afraid that the other party doesn't want money, so that's the most expensive thing.
The two chatted for a while, and after about twenty minutes, Yuan Wei Feng's call came from upstairs.
"Xiao Rong, get some food, I'm hungry."
"knew."
After Mo Darong responded, he called a waiter to explain a few words, and then motioned to Chu Heng: "Let's go, I'll go up with you."
"Okay."
Chu Heng took the gift box he took out from the box and went upstairs with him. As soon as he went upstairs, he saw old man Yuan sitting in the living room with his arms around a hot white auntie, talking happily.
