In the evening, the Mercedes-Benz fleet... slowly stopped in front of a small restaurant on a street in Huangpu District, Shanghai City.
The car door opened, and Qiu Yi and Chen Zongheng slowly got out of the car.
Chen Zongheng raised his head and glanced vaguely at the street restaurant in front of him.
Above the door frame of the restaurant, there is a plaque mottled by time, with five words printed on it: Old Jiangnan Restaurant.
Although the restaurant is not big, its business is extremely good.
"Although the place here is not big, the dishes taste very authentic. They are all authentic old Shanghai dishes." Qiu Yiren said with a charming face.
Chen Zongheng looked calm and nodded slowly.
Then the two of them walked into the restaurant.
"Hey... My lady?! Long time no see." In the restaurant, the proprietress who was busy collecting the bill suddenly greeted her warmly and kindly.
"Aunt Xu, long time no see." Qiu Yiren was wearing a sexy OL uniform, folded her hands in front of her body, leaned over and smiled.
This was the first time that she smiled so naturally and relaxed.
"Come on, come on, sit down quickly." The landlady warmly and kindly greeted Qiu Yiren to sit down.
"Is this Yiren's boyfriend? I won't introduce him to the aunt~!" When the landlady saw Chen Zongheng standing aside, she was stunned for a moment, then she burst into laughter.
You know, in all these years... Qiu Yiren... she has never brought a man here to eat.
Today, I brought a man to their restaurant for dinner for the first time. This is the first time.
"No, no..." Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned red, and she shook her head nervously, "Aunt Xu, he is my colleague... We are colleagues, not what you think..."
A dignified rich CEO, a strong woman who is worth less than ten thousand people.
At this moment, in front of this small restaurant, she looked like a little girl.
There are no shelves, no need to carry it, everything is just like the neighborhood home.
Qiu Yiren explained for a long time, and then the landlady finally stopped asking.
After ordering, the boss lady left.
Qiu Yiren quickly apologized to Chen Zongheng.
"I'm sorry...Mr. Chen...the proprietress of this restaurant is quite enthusiastic...she likes to make random guesses..." Her voice was a little awkward.
"It's okay, it's nothing, no explanation required." Chen Zongheng slowly lit a cigarette, sat at the dining table, and said calmly.
It seemed that the misunderstanding was not taken to heart at all.
Because he doesn't care about this unnecessary thing at all.
Soon, the stir-fried vegetables began to be served.
Plate after plate of authentic old Jiangnan dishes, fragrant and delicious.
Qiu Yi and Chen Zongheng just sat at the restaurant table and began to enjoy the dinner.
Outside the restaurant, the night is getting dark.
Street lights light up the city streets.
This night has never become... so gentle.
There are starry sky, moonlight...there is delicious food, and you.
…
And at the same time.
Late at night, Shanghai Red Cross Fund Building.
The person in charge of the Jiangnan Charitable Fund had a complex expression on his face at this time, and was hesitant.
He was sitting at his desk, and on the table... lay the equity donation contract for Marriott Hotels.
Three hundred and seventy-five billion.
This is a huge astronomical sum.
The Red Cross, as a social assistance organization for international humanitarian work, has long been concerned by high-level people in society.
Every year, the top wealthy people donate countless funds for charity.
But no matter how rich those rich people are and no matter how much they donate, it is only a few hundred million.
But today.
Someone actually donated a total of 37 billion?!
This is simply too huge.
Thirty-seven billion, this... is a donation of all the equity of the entire hotel.
Moreover, according to the description of the staff at the scene...the entrance to the Marriott Hotel...was full of corpses.
Even the hotel owner was killed.
Under such shocking scenes, more than 30 billion were suddenly donated.
I can't help but the person in charge of the Red Cross Society... couldn't help but feel vigilant and suspicious.
The person in charge really doesn’t dare to accept this donation.
If he accepted it, he would be afraid of getting into trouble.
So many people died in the Marriott Hotel, and the equity was suddenly donated?
What's going on?
The person in charge stared at the fingerprint on the contract and the mysterious phone number written on it?
The staff explained that this number was left by that person. The person said...if you have any questions, call this number?
However, this series of phone numbers shocked him a little.
010-0001-0008
this?
He has been doing charity work for so long that he has met people from all walks of life.
But, this is the first time I have seen...a phone number with such a special number range?
0001?
What company's phone number is this?
The person in charge hesitated, but out of work responsibility and safety considerations, he finally decided to try calling this number.
He picked up the phone on his desk and slowly dialed the mysterious number.
"Hello, this is the Forbidden City of China...the first intelligence center...next, the identity of the caller will be confirmed..."
Suddenly, a solemn and mysterious prompt came from the other end of the phone.
The face of the person in charge suddenly changed... dull, shocked... the hand holding the phone was trembling a little.
Forbidden City…?!
This...this is...the secret phone number...that connects to the mysterious palace in the imperial capital?!
ten minutes later.
In the Imperial Capital, authorized by the Forbidden City, the Supreme Red Cross War and Headquarters Center issued an order to the Jiangnan and Shanghai Red Cross branch...
Confirmation of approval, Marriott Hotels’ 37.5 billion equity transfer agreement, takes effect!
A small Red Cross donation agreement. How could the Imperial Palace... personally come forward to authorize it??
This is simply.
Jiangnan Huhai, Red Cross branch office.
The person in charge was sitting on the chair, his palms and backs covered in cold sweat.
Look at the agreement authorized by the Imperial Palace...
His whole body was shocked and horrified...it was difficult to recover...
…
Late at night, in a mysterious hotel in Shanghai.
In a huge and luxurious top-level private suite.
Jiang Qingyuan, with long hair shawl, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the night scene outside the window.
The red dress has been changed.
At this time, she was wearing a purple nightgown, and her sexy and alluring body could be seen under the nightgown.
It's a pity that no one in the whole room... has this opportunity and destiny to appreciate her beauty.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Huangpu River is dimly lit at night.
This time Jiangnan is popular, and drunkenness is not about wine.
She came here on a mission just for something inland.
She has never had a good impression of the mainland or Jiangnan...
This land may be in conflict with her in her bones.
Her ancestors, her bloodline... had suffered eternal regrets on this land.
But today.
For the first time, she had a strong interest in this elegant city in the south of the Yangtze River.
I remembered that cold and cold figure during the day.
Not only did she not have the slightest fear, but there was also a faint... flash of expectation.
It turns out that there are...such interesting people in Jiangnan?
Nowadays, it is time for both sides of the Taiwan Strait to need some young talents.
Let’s have a…new round of…confrontation.
Huangpu waves and thousands of dusty snow.
The place is full of flowers and the pot is full of wine.
Smoke on the Bund at Shili Qiluo.
Oriental Pearl Baidu Spring.
She raised her glass and took a sip of red wine.
Then, looking at the iPhone in his hand, he slowly dialed a number.
That number, as shown in the address segment, is Taiwan Island.
"Help me investigate a person."
"His surname is Chen and his given name is Zongheng."
"Within twenty-four hours, I want all the information about him."