Jiangning City's mutton buns are famous far and wide.
The mutton is grass-fed by local farmers.
No meal at all.
Before the locals go to work and fish every morning, they get up early to have a bowl of steamed buns and a bowl of millet porridge. Guess what, it's authentic and beautiful. It's just amazing.
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Wang Han takes one bun at a time.
Compared with those exquisite morning teas, this kind of food that can see the smoke of fireworks has more charm.
Across the table, Kashiwa Palace held a mobile phone in both hands.
The numbers on your phone will change every second.
Bai Gong was looking at the numbers.
He raised his head and looked at Wang Han.
Whose descendant is this?
When the two met for the first time, they dared to spend 10 billion, and it was an advance payment. Their courage and financial resources were top-notch.
Look at Wang Han eating steamed buns again.
Looking around, most of the people who came to this kind of place were working-class people, or some students. Subconsciously, he felt that Wang Han's wealth seemed to be separated from this kind of place.
But here we are, talking about tens of billions of dollars in business.
The shop owner now looked at Wang Han and Baigong with respect.
If an ordinary person scrapes up the porridge on the table and feeds it to stray dogs, at best he can be said to be a pretty good person, but if someone with such a status does this, there is added value, and the height can be compared with the Leshan Giant Buddha.
, he is simply a living Bodhisattva. After all, rich people’s farts smell good.
"When the money is in place, remember to bring the goods to me!" Wang Han said.
Bai Gong came to his senses, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the buns.
"Aren't you afraid that I will turn around and leave after taking the money?"
Wang Han pulled a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth, and said casually, "It's not easy for me to make some money. If you dare to do this, I'm confident enough to gather the troops to penetrate your Baibaoxuan overnight."
Bai Gong looked at Wang Han. For some reason, Wang Han seemed to be smiling when he said the words just now, but when he heard it, his heart tightened and a layer of white sweat formed on his back.
This is not a joke.
Thinking carefully about being able to spend so much money at this age, even the heirs of those ancient families may not be able to control so much money. Even if they have the ability to take it, they may not have the courage to give it to someone they meet for the first time.
Even dogs wouldn't believe this kind of person if he doesn't have anything behind his back.
Bai Gong had a vague feeling that what Wang Han just said could really be accomplished.
"Where is brother Liu's family?" Bai Gong wanted to analyze the other party's family through where his family was.
"The sky is big and the earth is big, and we are home all over the world."
Bai Gong smiled, naturally knowing that he didn't want to reveal it.
"Your accent sounds like you're from the north?"
"I'm mixed race."
Baigong was stunned for a moment and looked at Wang Han, "Are you a Chinese-Korean hybrid? Or a Chinese-Japanese hybrid?"
"Mixed East and West."
"Eastern...Eastern mixed blood?" Bai Gong looked at Wang Han. He immediately thought that most of Wang Han's accounts were overseas accounts. Is it possible that someone in the family is in a country in the West? But there is really no resemblance in this appearance.
A string.
"My dad is from the northwest, and my mom is from the northeast."
"..."
The people in Bai Palace were slightly numb.
As a talker in Baibaoxuan, he had seen many talented young masters from various families and sects, but this was the first time he saw one like this.
Wang Han looked around and said, "Give me your contact information. Someone will contact you about the follow-up work of the handover. Is it okay for the 10 billion to be paid from the payment for the goods?"
"no problem!"
"Then I'm going to leave first? You've finished eating the buns, don't waste them!"
Baigong smiled. The heaviest burden on his heart during this period had been lifted. Now he felt relaxed. Looking at the young man in front of him, Baigong clasped his fists at Wang Han.
"Brother, I am determined to be your friend!"
“A pleasure to work with!”
Wang Han carried the porridge he had packed up just now, and when he walked to the door, he turned back to look at Bai Gong, "By the way, Brother Gong, if the people from Penglai Pavilion call you again and ask me, just tell them not to bother."
Kung Fu came to me, it was a waste of time."
Bai Gong was a little confused but nodded.
Seeing Wang Han leaving, Baigong was still a little confused, "Why is Penglai Pavilion looking for you? Something about evil?"
When I was almost finished eating, the phone rang again.
This time it was Mr. Yu who called.
Bai Gong was stunned for a moment, then answered the phone.
"Mr. Yu, what's wrong?"
"Brother Bai, where are you now?"
Bai Gong looked around and said, "It's in a bun shop."
"Where exactly am I talking about?"
"What's going on on the edge of Jiangning City?"
"one person?"
"right."
"Aren't you with that little brother Liu Yuhu?"
Bai Gong looked at his phone and looked again at the door where Wang Han was leaving.
"He left first."
Mr. Yu was silent for a moment, "Then do you have any contact information between you?"
"He kept mine and didn't give him anything."
Bai Gong heard the implication of Mr. Yu's words at this moment.
Recalling what Wang Han said before leaving, Baigong took a breath and stared in the direction of the door.
The call was really to inquire about that boy, and this boy actually took advantage of Penglai Pavilion.
Bai Gong continued, "Mr. Yu, when he left just now, he left a special message for Penglai Pavilion."
"What did you say?" Guan Wugui's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"He said... He told you Penglai Pavilion not to waste time looking for him. It's a waste of time."
After saying this, Bai Gong felt happy.
Oh shit.
I had been humiliating Mr. Yu like a dog for so long without any results.
Unexpectedly, the direction of the wind has now turned, and it is Mr. Yu's turn to turn around and humiliate him.
Although I'm not talking down to him, even though he's just a messenger, it just feels good.
Several people on the other end of the phone fell into silence.
Bai Gong felt even more relieved.
What does the wind and water mean? What does it mean to be east of Hedong in thirty years and west of Hexi in thirty years?
"Did you say anything else?"
"No."
After hanging up the phone, Bai Gong took a bite of the buns, turned to the shop owner and said, "Boss, two more cages!"
Bai Gong calmed down and analyzed who the boy was just now.
His father is Xixi, and his mother is Liu Jia, Liu Jia.
I asked someone to check it out.
The most powerful Liu family in the world is not in the northwest at all, and Bai Gong eats buns.
I instantly realized that this guy was talking a lot.
What I just said is 30% true and 70% false.
This is a typical old fried dough stick in Jianghu.
But the other party came up with 10 billion. If you think about it carefully, you can still come up with money while hiding your identity, which proves that 10 billion is not really much to this person.
Due to Bai Baoxuan's status, the other party did not show his true face.
There are two possibilities, either the identity of the other party and the power behind it are far superior to Baibaoxuan.
Or the other party may have some taboos, such as someone who doesn't have a very good reputation in the world.
Bai Gong feels that the first possibility of this kind of mission is higher.
Wang Han squatted on the roadside, smoking a cigarette and feeding the stray dogs in front of him.