"Qiao Meng, what do you think of Liu Yan today?" Ge Yuling asked this question as soon as she came up.
"Liu Yan, he shouldn't be simple. I always feel that there is something special about him that doesn't look like an ordinary person. Especially when he gives people the feeling of being a young man, he doesn't look like he needs to be a waiter to make a living." Qiao
He recalled his impressions of him these two times and said.
"Yes, I also think he looks good and has a good temperament, just like a noble son." Yao Miaomiao said afterwards.
At this time, all three of them realized a problem. Liu Yan was by no means as simple as he seemed on the surface. Maybe there was some secret hidden behind him. If it was just Qiao Meng and Ge Yuling who felt that they were not sure, now
Even Yao Miaomiao thinks so, so there must be something wrong.
You must know that the Yao family is a large family with a century-old history in S City. They are very familiar with the upper class society. They can clearly see what kind of people and what temperament they have. In front of people like them, it only takes a few small actions to...
Or one sentence can tell which level you belong to in this society.
"Forget it, no matter what secrets he has or what special identity he has, at least we can be friends now. I don't think he has any scheming intentions. Maybe there is some reason why he is like this." Qiao Meng still felt that
Liu Yan is a person worth getting along with and gives him a certain amount of trust.
"Since you think so, I don't think there's any need to worry too much. Anyway, we don't expect him to give me anything. We just know each other and are friends. This is okay, right Miaomiao?
"Ge Yuling nodded in approval.
"Ah, well, I think Sister Yuling is right." Yao Miaomiao had just walked away for a while, and then she came to her senses when Ge Yuling mentioned her.
As the three of them chatted, it was time to have dinner, so they went directly to Gulou City.
Tonight passed very quickly, and the four of them didn't talk about any serious topics while eating. They just talked about interesting things casually, just like a few old friends meeting each other and breaking news to each other.
When he got home, he originally wanted to take a bath and rest directly, but then Blind Man Liu called Qiao Meng out, handed him a postcard and said: "Xiao Meng, a gentleman came to the house today and said it was yours."
Your friend wants you to go to a party tomorrow, which will be helpful to you."
Qiao Meng took a look at the postcard and found that it said "Stone Gambling Association" on it, along with the detailed address and contact information.
"Master, does this person have anything to say?" Qiao Meng couldn't figure out how he knew people from this association. He had just come into contact with Gambling Stone today and hadn't met any big shots. Could it be Liu Yan?
?Although he looks a little mysterious, it's not like he just got an invitation just after meeting him.
After much deliberation, Qiao Meng didn't know who would send him this postcard. He could only make a judgment by getting some information from Blind Man Liu.
"I didn't say anything. I just asked you to go and have a look tomorrow. He said that he had heard about you today and then left." Blind Liu recalled it and said.
"Then when did this person send this?" Qiao Meng wanted to confirm again whether it was Liu Yan.
"You came here an hour ago. He must be a middle-aged man by the sound of his voice. When did you make so many friends?" Blind Liu made a judgment based on what he heard.
"Friends in the mall, it's okay. You can go and rest first." Qiao Meng seemed to have guessed who the visitor was.
After returning to the room, he looked at the postcard and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Stone Gambling Association, I want to see what's in it, but the old mayor is really, can't you just call me and go to the trouble of coming to deliver it in person?
postcard."
Early the next morning, Qiao Meng took a taxi to the address on the postcard and informed Ge Yuling that he had something important to do today and couldn't accompany them.
The headquarters of the association written on the postcard is in a place called Deyi Building in the East District of S City. This is an old building with some history. It has been renovated several times, but due to certain relationships it is still a personal asset and has never been transferred to
State control.
It took him almost an hour to take a taxi from his home to this place, about ten kilometers away, but it was also delayed because of some traffic jams on the road, otherwise he would have arrived earlier.
After getting off the car, the first thing Qiao Meng saw was this ancient building. It was six stories high. According to records, it has a history of nearly three hundred years. However, it was very well preserved. Only some wood needed to be reinforced and renovated. Although it was
It is a place with personal property rights, but outsiders are allowed to watch it, so there are many tourists. Internally, it sells jewelry and antiques, and it makes a lot of money in this way.
In fact, Qiao Meng had played here a lot when he was a child, so he was somewhat familiar with it. But when he grew up, he rarely came here to hang out. It was also because he started to take on some of the master's work and had less time.
According to the three words written with a black signature pen on the postcard, Qiao Meng knew that the association's gathering was on the top floor, and it said "the highest floor". He quickly went directly to the top floor, and when he reached the fifth floor, he was ready to go again.
As he was going up, a receptionist stopped him.
"Hello, do you need anything? This floor is not open to the public today."
Looking at the dignified greeting lady, who was very polite when asking him questions and kept smiling all the time, Qiao Meng also smiled very politely and said: "Hello, I know that we only entertain special guests today, and I am
I just came here after receiving the invitation."
"Then, do you have an invitation card?" the receptionist asked politely again.
"Invitation card? Do you want this one? I really don't know about this. I only have this postcard from you here." Qiao Meng took out the card. He didn't expect to get an invitation card, but the old mayor actually
You invited him here without giving it to him. Could it be that you have forgotten it because you are old?
Now I felt a little embarrassed. I was obviously invited, but I didn't have an invitation card to get in. So my trip here was in vain. If I couldn't get in, it would be the same as not receiving an invitation.
When the welcoming lady saw the postcard in Qiao Meng's hand, she said, "Sir, this is today's invitation card. It is a special style postcard specially designed by our boss. The ordinary postcards we have here are different from this one."
"Oh, that's it. I thought I forgot to give me this postcard but not the invitation card. Can I go up now?" Qiao Meng suddenly realized it, but it was also his fault that the old mayor didn't say anything.
Clearly, it made him feel worried.
"Okay, you're welcome." The welcoming lady said with a smile on her face. But then she looked at Qiao Meng going upstairs, but she had a strange look on her face.
Even if it weren't for today's special gathering, I'd never seen anyone as young as him invited to the sixth floor of Deyi Building. They were basically middle-aged people in their thirties and forties or people in their fifties and sixties.
, this is the first time I see Qiao Meng like this.
After Qiao Meng went upstairs, he formally looked around the place. This was the first time he had gone up here. The place was really not small. When he looked from the outside, he felt that it had a very classical atmosphere. When he looked from the inside, besides this aspect,
It gives people a sense of luxury, whether it is from the decoration on the wall or the use of ancient small objects, it is very elegant and noble.
Looking at the various jades placed on the wooden cabinets and the ancient paintings on the walls, they all show how heroic and connotative the owner here is.
Qiao Meng, who was watching all the way, was suddenly stopped by a voice, "Xiao Meng, you are here so early, half an hour earlier than I asked you to come, but by chance, I want to introduce you to him today.
Several friends have already arrived, so we can get to know each other first."
"Mr. Chen, why do you go to such trouble to send me an invitation card in person when you can solve this problem with just one phone call? I came here today to learn from the seniors here," Qiao Meng replied.
He turned around and saw that it was Chen Shicheng. He quickly said hello and then said politely.
"Hey, you also said that I am the old mayor. That is all in the past tense. Now I am an antique shop owner. We are colleagues. Just call me Brother Chen. There is no need to always be the old mayor.
The mayor called me, and if others heard me, they would think that I can't let go of my figure." Chen Shicheng also corrected Qiao Meng.
"Okay, okay, then I'd rather be respectful than obey. I almost always call you Brother Chen." Qiao Meng saw that Chen Shicheng was so willing to call him that, so it seemed a bit artificial to refuse, so he simply agreed.
After that, Chen Shicheng took Qiao Meng into the main hall. Many people greeted the old mayor along the way. Looking at the inner hall, there were not many people, but the place was not small, and there were still things on the ground.
There were a lot of stone materials on display, and there were even several stone-breaking machines. Qiao Meng was obviously stunned when he saw this. Are they going to hold an explanation conference here? There are a lot of raw materials here, and some materials are quite thick.
It's so big that it's not that easy to solve.
Qiao Meng saw three or four people watching in front of a stone cutting machine. There was also a middle-aged man wearing a white robe and long hair who was operating the machine to cut a large piece of wool. He and Chen Shicheng
When they got close, they didn't say anything to disturb them, they just watched quietly.
"Zizzi..."
The sound continued for more than ten minutes before the piece of wool was cut. Qiao Meng, like everyone else, looked at this section carefully.
At this time, a white-haired old man who looked quite old sighed and said, "What a pity."
The long-haired middle-aged man smoothed his hair, and when he saw the result of his incision, he shook his head and expressed helplessness. This piece of material was actually cut for the third time. There was some greenness in the first two times, but because the cut was relatively
So Bo wanted to make a third cut to see the physical condition inside, but he didn't expect that it would be empty material with nothing inside. In other words, what he saw before was just a false green phenomenon.
"Oh, it's already two yuan. Is it bad luck today?" One of the people, a young middle-aged man, shook his head and said with regret.