Zhang Yating was stunned for three seconds, not knowing what to say.
He refused!
"Is there anything else? I'm fine. I'm still busy."
Qin Shiming is indeed very busy. He has to go to Tong Hai and give Jiajia Wen a reminder. How come a whole night has passed and there is no news about Huang Xiaohua? Where did the owner even run away with his dog? Is this reasonable?
"No, just wait."
Zhang Yating came back to her senses, "My dad invited you to dinner and wanted to meet you, but you said you were not free? Are you not free, or do you not want to see him?"
"I don't have time, and I don't want to see him."
Qin Shiming asked: "What? Your father still forces you to marry Park Renyong?"
"without."
"Then it's over?"
Qin Shiming said: "My mission as a jack has been completed. My mission of protecting the national treasure has been completed. What else should I see your father for? I don't want to see him."
"..."
Zhang Yating was speechless again.
"That's it, I really have something to do, so I'll leave it alone first."
Without waiting for Zhang Yating to react, Qin Shiming hurriedly hung up the phone, hailed a taxi and went straight to Wangfu Restaurant.
It was a coincidence that I arrived at Wangfu Restaurant just in time for lunch, so I asked the restaurant manager to contact Tong Hai. Qin Shiming randomly found a private room and started eating first. The sky was huge and the food was the biggest.
"Xiao Qin, why are you here?"
As soon as the food was served, a figure flashed past the door, then stepped back, looking at Qin Shiming with surprise.
"Uncle Peng, what a coincidence?"
Qin Shiming was also surprised. Because of Peng Ziwen, Qin Shiming had a bad impression of Pengshan. His attitude was even a little cold, and he was reluctant to call him "Uncle Peng".
After returning home, be sure to tell my father-in-law not to play with him, as it can easily lead him astray.
"Xiao Qin, are you alone?"
Pengshan glanced at the table, only a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and couldn't help but glance at Qin Shiming.
Pengshan is also engaged in catering, and the level of the chef at Pengjiawan Resort is above three stars. He knows more about some things in the Kyoto hotel circle, such as Wangfu Restaurant.
The taste may not be the best, but the word "Wangfu" makes Wangfu Restaurant highly respected. Countless dignitaries will choose to gather here. Wangfu Restaurant symbolizes face.
The resort he opened in Pengshan symbolizes benefits.
This trip to Pengshan was here to learn from the experience, and I also wanted to improve the resort to a higher level in the future. Unexpectedly, I met Qin Shiming.
"Yes, alone."
Qin Shiming was holding a bowl and picking vegetables, but he didn't say much else, and he had no intention of inviting Pengshan to sit down with him.
Once stereotypes exist, they are difficult to eradicate.
"Xiao Qin, you're still angry because of what happened yesterday."
Pengshan is an adult, and he is also a businessman. What is the most important thing for a businessman? Being thick-skinned is the most important thing! It doesn’t matter if you do something wrong, you must take the initiative to admit it and learn to bow your head.
The ripe wheat ears bow their heads first.
"without."
Qin Shiming buried himself in his meal, but was not surprised that Pengshan came to Wangfu Restaurant for dinner.
First, Pengshan is rich, has a family and business, and is relatively well-known in Kyoto. It is not unusual to be able to visit Wangfu Restaurant; secondly, Pengshan is a master of ancient martial arts.
Third, Qin Shiming doesn't care.
"Xiao Qin, you must be angry. Uncle Peng apologizes to you. I'm sorry, but my tone was not very good on the phone yesterday. Don't take it to heart." Pengshan sat down shamelessly and asked the waiter for another bottle.
Good wine.
"It's not necessary. I don't think it's a big deal. Just make it clear."
Qin Shiming said: "Apart from being my patient, I only regard Ziwen as my sister. In addition, I hope you will be a little nicer to your daughter. She is almost 20 years old and will graduate from college soon.
I can’t even get out a few hundred yuan.”
"Do you want to leave all the family property to your son Peng Zixuan?"
Qin Shiming was still unhappy after all, and there was a bit of cynicism in his words.
Pengshan's face turned red from being scolded, and he couldn't help nodding, and quickly said that he would be nicer to Peng Ziwen in the future.
"Don't think that Peng Zixuan will be fine just because he is a master. If you don't change your bad habits, you may get into a lot of trouble in the future. If you don't learn well at a young age, don't go back sick. As I said before, I can't cure AIDS.
"
Seeing that Pengshan had a good attitude and would not fall out no matter how much he was trained, Qin Shiming could only stop there.
Pengshan's face turned ugly and he paid more attention to it.
Men, if they have no temperance and indiscretion, I dare not say AIDS, but it is still very easy to get Hualiu disease. This disease is difficult to cure and will be extremely painful for a lifetime.
"If you're not busy over there, let's sit down and have something together."
For the sake of his father-in-law Su Ding'an, Qin Shiming still invited Pengshan to sit down. Naturally, Pengshan couldn't refuse. He had to establish a good relationship with Qin Shiming, and he might be able to use it in the future.
After finishing the meal, Pengshan took the initiative to pay and leave. Qin Shiming had been waiting for Tong Hai at the Wangfu Restaurant. He couldn't bear it anymore and called again to urge him. However, Tong Hai did not answer the phone.
"How dare you not answer my call?"
Qin Shiming was angry, and just as he was about to pick up a stool and smash up the Wangfu Hotel to cheer up Tong Hai, he actually called him again.
"Mr. Qin, something happened."
Tong Hai's voice was filled with fear, fear, and he was shaking non-stop.
"Something happened? What happened? I've been waiting for you at the Wangfu Restaurant for two hours and you haven't arrived yet. You tell me something happened?" Qin Shiming snorted coldly.
"Mr. Qin, please don't get angry. What I mean is that something happened to Huang Xiaohua. I just finished recording the confession at the Inspectorate and the matter has become serious." Tong Hai was smoking over there to calm down his shock, his voice even trembling.
"The person died? And you went to the Inspectorate?"
Qin Shiming frowned, "What exactly is going on? Let me explain clearly."
"Mr. Qin, I'd better talk to you in person later. I'll be here right away. Please wait a little longer."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Qin Shiming nodded and hung up the phone with a gloomy face.
Huang Xiaohua is dead!
"It's such a coincidence that he died."
Soon, Tong Hai hurried over, his face turned pale with fright. He didn't have time to sit down and report to Qin Shiming.
"I knew Huang Xiaohua's hiding place. I made many calls and turned off the phone. I took people there to take a look early this morning. Unexpectedly, Huang Xiaohua died naked on the bed. His death was very miserable. It was as if he had died from
He looked like a mummy dug up from a grave. If it weren't for the watch on his wrist, he would have been unrecognizable."
"Mummy?"
There was a "boom" in Qin Shiming's head, like thunder exploding in his ears, and he subconsciously thought of the recent cases of harvesting yin and replenishing yang in Jianghai and Wuxi City.
Are these bastards so brave that they have come to Kyoto to do evil?
"Yes, it's a mummy, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that someone has lived in the house recently. Even if someone dies in the house without being discovered for two or three days, at most the corpse smells bad. But it's actually a mummy, and it's killing all my men.
We were frightened. After calling the police, we were taken to the Inspectorate to record our statements. We were late when we came back. Please forgive me."
Tong Hai couldn't help shivering. Even though it was a scorching June weather, Tong Hai still felt cold.
Why did Huang Xiaohua turn into a mummy?
"Things are getting serious."
Qin Shiming's brows were twisted into a knife, with a vague feeling of bad premonition...