While he was struggling, Su Changfeng's call came in.
Song Qingge was silent for a few seconds and then answered the call.
"Qingge, what do you want to eat when you go home tonight? I'm buying mandarin fish at the vegetable market. I'll make squirrel mandarin fish for you and Su Su."
From Su Changfeng's side, there was a noisy market noise.
Song Qingge swallowed the words as he spoke.
"Okay, then you should behave well tonight. Su Su likes to eat the squirrel mandarin fish you made."
"Well, I'll buy some more seafood. I haven't cooked for you two for some days." Su Changfeng smiled, and the two briefly chatted for a few words before hanging up the phone.
Toot toot.
As soon as Song Qingge put down the phone, the phone vibrated again.
This time, it's an unknown number.
Song Qingge hesitated and answered the phone.
"Which one?"
A playful male voice came from the other end of the phone: "President Song, have you been a little exhausted these past two days?"
Song Qingge's eyes flashed.
"Who are you?"
The person on the other end of the phone sneered twice: "Mr. Song, I'm so upset that you don't even know who I am."
"Okay, then I'll tell you. My name is Sima Biao, and I belong to Lord Teng of the Jincheng Martial Arts League."
"Sure enough, it is the Jincheng Martial Arts League that is up to something!" Song Qingge said one after another: "What on earth do you want to do?"
Sima Biao smiled: "Mr. Song, why don't we meet and have a good chat? There are some misunderstandings that must be eliminated. Don't you think so?"
"Of course, you can also choose to refuse to meet me. But in the end, you will definitely suffer."
"Such a simple truth, I think Mr. Song should be able to understand it."
Song Qingge took a deep breath: "Okay, I promise to meet you. Tell me the time and place."
Sima Biao's eyes flashed on the other end of the phone: "Just now, I'll wait for you at the Blue Mountain Cafe on Jiangdong Street."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Song Qingge thought for a moment and dialed Hong Qiangwei's phone number.
A moment later, Red Rose appeared in front of Song Qingge.
"Follow me to a place to meet people from the Jincheng Martial Alliance." Song Qingge said to Hong Qiangwei while packing his things.
Although Hong Qiangwei is her personal bodyguard, she actually doesn't like to take a bodyguard with her when she goes out. She thinks it is redundant.
But this time, Song Qingge thought it was necessary to bring Red Rose.
She had just settled in Jincheng and was unfamiliar with the place. Moreover, she was going to meet members of the Jincheng Martial Arts League, so she had to take Red Rose with her when she went out.
"Okay, let's go!"
Red Rose belongs to the type of person who is ruthless and doesn't talk much.
Although she didn't complete the task perfectly every time, she gave her best every time.
Jiangdong Street, Blue Mountain Cafe.
The decoration of this cafe is very tasteful and makes people feel very comfortable after entering.
At this time, a middle-aged man with a thin face was sitting in the booth, quietly drinking coffee.
However, the coffee he drank was completely different from the coffee ordinary customers drank.
The coffee he drank was authentic Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee, and the price was astonishing. A small cup cost hundreds of dollars.
At this time, a charming woman wearing a cheongsam took the initiative to sit in his arms.
"Master Biao, you haven't come to see me for a long time. I miss you so much."