Chapter 724 The old man surnamed Han who eats stew
In the east of Beijing, within the Second Ring Road, at the entrance of a quiet alleyway, only locals come here to eat at a braised braised small intestine restaurant.
It was already past lunch time, and there was only one customer left in the stew shop, who was eating slowly.
This guest looked to be about seventy years old, wearing navy blue casual clothes, with gray hair, but he was in high spirits.
A bowl of stew with red oil and chili peppers, a plate of donkey meat on fire, and a bottle of ice-cold soda, it was a feast for the old man.
"Uncle, how does it taste today?" Seeing that there were no other customers, the middle-aged owner of the stew shop took off his apron, came to sit in front of the old man, and asked with a smile.
"I just like the taste of your food, it's authentic." The old man chuckled, pointed to his bowl, and said, "Would you like to take a bite?"
The middle-aged boss laughed and said: "How can I eat in your bowl?"
As he spoke, he stood up, picked up a spoon, took a spoonful of stew into the pot, and then came to the old man again.
"Come, uncle, I'll give you another spoonful. You can only come here once a month, so you must eat well."
The old man didn't give in, so he naturally asked the middle-aged boss to add a spoonful of braised pork, and then said: "Okay, I'm old. It's not okay to eat too much. You go and do your work."
"Okay, you can eat slowly."
The middle-aged boss smiled and retired.
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt walked into the store, came to the old man's side and said: "Master, the situation over at Jinmen has been investigated clearly."
The old man paused slightly with the chopsticks in his hand, and asked without raising his head: "What's going on?"
"The Jinmen side is indeed blocking the freight between us and the south." said the man in the flowered shirt.
"Has it been verified?" The old man's long eyebrows twitched.
"Verified."
The man in the flowered shirt nodded and was about to speak, but the old man waved his hand and said: "Go out first, don't disturb me to eat, wait until I finish eating, and then talk about it when I get back."
"Okay." The man in the flowered shirt nodded and backed out.
The middle-aged boss asked curiously: "Uncle, what happened?"
"It's nothing, it's just a trivial matter." The old man replied lightly and continued to eat.
It wasn't until he had eaten all the braised and roasted food, and drank all the bottle of ice-cold soda, that the old man wiped his mouth with satisfaction, stood up and left.
"Uncle, take your time, come back next month." The middle-aged boss smiled and sent the old man out the door.
The old man waved his hand and walked vigorously deeper into the alley. The man in the flowered shirt followed closely behind the old man.
There is only one house in this alley called Dongliutiao. On the door, which looks ordinary, there is a plaque with the word Hanfu written on it.
This plaque has experienced the baptism of time and vicissitudes, and the golden characters are also somewhat mottled.
The door was open, and the old man stepped across the threshold and walked into the courtyard. He saw that the courtyard was small and exquisite, with a sense of craftsmanship everywhere.
There were several mediocre people in plain clothes in the yard, busy with their own affairs, including watering the flowers and feeding the fish.
When these people saw the old man coming back, they all looked respectful and nodded in greeting.
"The master is back."
"I've met the master."
The old man nodded to these people one by one and walked into the main hall.
Sitting at the Eight Immortals table, the mediocre man brought a cup of hot tea. The old man took a sip of tea, then gestured, pointed at the man in the floral shirt, and said, "Continue talking."
The man in the flowered shirt said: "Two days ago, we discovered that Tianjin seems to be interested in targeting our business dealings with the South.
Then I sent someone to investigate and confirmed that this incident was not an accident, and was indeed something done by the three major families in Tianjin together."
"If I remember correctly, the three major aristocratic families in Jinmen are Xiao, Lu, and Cai, right?"
The old man frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "They shouldn't know the existence of my Han family, and they dare to block my Han family's business. Are they trying to attract my attention on purpose, or are they... seeking death?"
The man in the flowered shirt pondered for a moment and said: "Master, as far as I know, Han... Han Jiulin stayed in Jinmen for a few days."
"Um?"
The old man who had just picked up the tea cup was obviously stunned by the movement of his hands.
Then, he raised his eyelids and asked, "Is it his fault?"
The man in the flowered shirt said: "During my investigation, I discovered that the check-and-balance relationship between the anti-Beijing faction and the local faction that had been maintained in Tianjin for several years was destroyed by Han Jiulin. The juniors of the anti-Beijing faction were all united with the local faction by Han Jiulin.
He was driven out of Jinmen.
Now the three major aristocratic families are using the local influence of Jinmen to interfere with our transactions with the south. It is very likely that Han Jiulin is instigating this behind the scenes."
The old man shook his long eyebrows, took a sip of tea again with a calm expression, and then said slowly: "Han Jiulin couldn't concentrate on the war in his northern war zone. He first went to Linyi to avenge the He family who adopted him, and now he went to Tianjin.
What are you trying to do by joining forces with the local aristocratic families in Jinmen to fight against my Han family?"
The man in the flowered shirt pursed his lips and did not dare to speak.
"You said he stayed in Jinmen for a few days, which means he has left Jinmen now. Where is he now?" The old man looked at the man in the dazzled shirt and asked instead.
The man in the flowered shirt shook his head and said, "We still don't know where he is going."
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a black suit walked in from the door.
This middle-aged man is tall and burly. Although he is nearly fifty, he is not old at all. He has thick hair and handsome face. He has the grace and elegance that can only be found in middle-aged men and has been baptized by time.
The most important thing is that this middle-aged man has an intimidating aura about him, as if he was born to be a king. He has always been in power, and there is a kind of majesty and calmness in his every move.
"Old man." After the middle-aged man entered the hall, he first bowed slightly to the old man and made a salute.
Immediately afterwards, the man in the flowered shirt bowed to the middle-aged man and said, "Uncle."
"Why are you here today?" The old man looked at the middle-aged man and asked with raised eyebrows.
The middle-aged man replied: "Let me tell you something, that kid Jiulin has returned to the capital."
The old man asked: "Have you seen it?"
"No." The middle-aged man found a seat next to him and said, "He went to Haohan Group this morning and met with Gao Haohan."
"Then what?" the old man asked again calmly.
"Speaking of this matter, it is still Gao Haohan's problem. Han Jiulin bought the property rights of Genting City from the auction yesterday for 3 billion. Gao Haohan invited Han Jiulin to the Haohan Group and tried to buy it for 400 million.
60% equity of Genting City.”
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