Seeing Chu Heng chatting and laughing with Lord Yama of Dacheng with a casual look on his face, Yang Qing, who was originally his little fanboy, admired him to the point of being beyond measure.
There are stars in the eyes!
This, this, this...why does my brother have friends everywhere!
Awesome!
After chatting all the way, the car soon arrived at the Hongguang Hotel.
"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm already hungry."
Chu Heng urged everyone to get out of the car and strode toward the hotel.
Yang Qing stood by the car and looked up at this shop, which he had heard about for a long time but had never been to before. After rolling his eyes, he told his brother that there were stones in his shoes, then he sneakily bent down and took off his shoes.
He stood down, then put his hand into the shoe and pulled out a big smelly lump from under the insole.
This is the money he plans to use to collect cash dollars.
After putting the money with a faint smell of feet into his pocket, he took out a small stack of tickets in the inner pocket of his cotton-padded jacket. There were not many, but there were many types, including food stamps, meat stamps, industrial stamps, and wine stamps.
He had all the cigarette coupons, all of which he picked up at random when he came across cheap ones when he went to the pigeon market recently, and planned to resell them to make a profit on the price difference.
Holding the tickets, he carefully looked around, then quickly found out the food stamps and meat stamps and put them into his coat pocket, then put the rest back again before trotting into the meal point.
Chu Heng had just finished ordering the dishes at this time, and the style was as bold as ever. Four people, four dishes, three meat and one vegetarian. The staple food was white flour steamed buns, and he ordered two bottles of Quanxing Daqu for wine.
Even the well-informed waiter couldn't help but look up at him after hearing what he said, and then quickly calculated the price and said: "Nine-nine yuan, two kilograms of meat stamps, five kilograms of fine grain stamps!"
Yang Qing, who had just entered the house, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, "Oh my god, if I have more money, it won't be enough!"
Immediately, he walked over in front of Chu Heng, first stuffed the ten-dollar bill into his hand, and then took out the food stamps and meat stamps from his pocket.
"Hey, you're looking for a beating, right?"
After reacting, Chu Heng pulled him away and stared in displeasure: "What did you spend to eat with me? There are two pieces of money that are not enough for your coquettishness, so get out of here!"
"Oh, brother, you have come to the big city, what's wrong with me treating you to a meal!" Yang Qing broke away from his palm, handed over the ticket in his hand, and said with a stubborn look: "I must treat you today, otherwise I will
I won’t eat anymore, I’m leaving now!”
"Hey! You've got your wits about you!" Chu Heng raised his hand, dumbfounded, and threatened: "You dare to talk to me like this to your brother, do you believe it?"
Yang Qing was so frightened that he shrank his neck, but did not take a step back. He pinched his neck and said, "You go ahead and smoke it!"
Although this kid is very smart, he has a very kind-hearted nature, and the words "repaying kindness" are almost ingrained in his bones.
Seeing how stubborn his little brother is, Chu Heng is helpless. He can't really slap people just because they want to treat him to dinner, right?
"You brat, I'll whip you sooner or later!"
In the end, he had no choice but to withdraw his hand, turned around and found an empty table to sit down.
Seeing this, Yang Qing felt relieved and went to ask the waiter for change with a smile on his face. Those who didn't know better thought he was picking up money instead of spending money.
After Jiang Zhuolin sat down opposite Chu Heng, he glanced at Yang Qing, who had a dark face, and said with a smile: "You are quite interesting, brother."
His eyes have always been vicious. Based on Yang Qing's appearance, clothing, and temperament, he has long guessed that this kid should come from the countryside, and ten yuan can be said to be a lot of money for rural people today.
It was a lot of money, but this guy was willing to use it to treat his brother to dinner without feeling any pity.
This piece of Chicheng is truly rare.
At this time, Chu Heng also glanced at Yang Qing, who was a little stupid, shook his head, took out the cigarette and dispersed it: "If you think he is a good person, you can take care of him more in the future."
"If I don't take care of him, I will take the greatest care of him." Jiang Zhuolin rolled his eyes at him, took the cigarette and put it in his mouth.
"That makes sense." The one-eyed old man smiled and nodded.
"That's right, then don't take care of me."
Chu Heng also laughed.
Yang Qing came over with a pot of boiling water. After he sat down, Chu Heng threw a cigarette and asked as if his brain was smoky: "When will the pigeon market in your big city open? Why are you here so early?
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"This..." Yang Qing glanced at Jiang Zhuolin hesitantly. Isn't it a bit disrespectful for us to talk about this in front of the director?
"What the hell, can you talk about this behind my back?" Jiang Zhuolin was also speechless. Although he had always focused on public security, his attitude toward places like Pigeon City was to turn a blind eye, as long as it wasn't too much.
, he mostly ignores it.
But you are talking about this in front of him, and there are many outsiders around, so he just doesn't want to care about it.
"Oops, I forgot about you." Chu Heng finally realized what he was doing. He laughed nonchalantly and changed the subject. He turned to Yang Qing and chatted about this year's harvest, his family's situation and other household matters.
After a while, the food and wine were served, and a few people ate, drank, and chatted. Within an hour, they drank all the wine, ate all the food, and then came out of the restaurant, wiping their mouths with wine.
Before getting in the car, Chu Heng asked Yang Qing: "Are you okay during the day?"
Yang Qing glanced at Jiang Zhuolin who was already on the bus, and said in a low voice: "It's okay during the day, brother. I came early because I took the bus delivering government food. The pigeon market doesn't open until midnight."
"Okay, let's get in the car. You can follow me today. Let's go to Pigeon Market together in the evening." Chu Heng smiled and nodded, opened the door and got into the cab. Anyway, you have nothing to do, so why not go to Pigeon Market?
Take a stroll around the city to relieve your boredom.
…
In the evening, the setting sun is like blood.
Chu Heng, who had been idle all day, followed Jiang Zhuolin and had a meeting with the police officers who were responsible for monitoring the old ladies before getting off work. Then Yang Qing and the one-eyed old man left the Public Security Bureau.
The three of them first found a restaurant for dinner, and then Chu Heng drove the one-eyed old man to the Public Security Bureau guest house.
He also kept his promise. The day after the old man arrived, he arranged for people to stay here and provided him with diligent service.
Of course, secretly, Cen Hao also led a few clever people to live next door to the old man...
After getting off the car, after drinking two glasses of wine in the evening, the slightly drunk old man smiled and waved to Chu Heng with a red face: "Go back, you don't have to pick me up tomorrow morning, it's not far away."
, I’ll have breakfast and go there by myself.”
"Okay, you should rest early." Chu Heng nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away.
The one-eyed old man stood there and looked at the car that was getting further away. The smile on his face slowly disappeared and his expression became complicated.
Xiao Chu really has nothing to say.
Since he came to the big city, he has been taken care of in every possible way. Not only is he well fed and housed, but he is not allowed to work in vain. On the second day after he arrived, he was given 200 yuan for transportation expenses.
Benevolence, righteousness, heroism!
But he...
"Why!"
The old man sighed sadly and walked into the guest house with his hands behind his back.
