Chapter 1135

Hearing someone call, Zhang Guodong looked up, saw it was Yao Jun, grinned, pedaled a few more times, and stepped on the brake.

"Brother Dajun, I pass by your factory gate every day, this is the first time I've run into you."

Brother Hou and Suo Bensheng also stopped. Looking at the license plate and then at Yao Jun's face, their eyes lit up instantly.

This was Yao Jun, the Minister of the Security Department of the Yugong Group and the boss of Golden Shield Security, a close brother of Zhou Andong.

Yao Jun looked at the tricycle, the sofa loaded on it, and then at the brother in front of him who had been tanned dark by the sun.

"What's going on? Where's your taxi?"

Zhang Guodong said with a grin: "Sold it, didn't want to drive it anymore."

Yao Jun frowned: "Tell the truth."

"Hey!" Zhang Guodong waved his hand very casually: "During summer vacation this year, the child went to her grandmother's house to play in the mountains and slid down a hillside.

She was sent to the hospital and rescued for three days; her life was saved, but she might never be able to stand up again. For her treatment and subsequent recovery, I borrowed money everywhere I could, and in the end, I had to sell the car."

"You damn bastard, you really are something." Yao Jun was so angry he raised his fist and gave him a punch: "Don't treat me like a brother? Such a big thing happened, and you didn't even make a peep?"

Looking at Yao Jun's angry expression, Zhang Guodong smiled, but his eyes were a little red.

"You were so busy, I didn't tell you, but now you know anyway."

"Bullshit!" Yao Jun raised his hand to hit him again, but seeing the tears in Zhang Guodong's eyes, he put his hand down: "You really are an asshole."

As he spoke, Yao Jun checked the time: "I have a meeting to attend. Around five or six in the evening, I'll go to your house and have your wife make me some dumplings."

"Alright!" Zhang Guodong smiled: "Make some meatball ones."

"I really want to kill you, damn it." Yao Jun cursed again, then patted his shoulder heavily and turned to get into the car.

Suo Bensheng, who had been watching from behind, walked over quickly: "Guodong, was that person just now Yao Jun?"

As this guy spoke, his eyes were still fixed on the taillights, watching the car drive into the winery courtyard.

"Yes!" Zhang Guodong nodded, his eyes still moist, but the smile on his face remained very bright.

Brother Hou took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one to Zhang Guodong very attentively, and then lit it for him personally.

"Brother, what is your relationship with Yao Jun?"

Zhang Guodong took a puff of the cigarette: "Brothers."

Brother Hou's eyes lit up even more: "When will you invite Yao Zong out for a drink? My treat."

Suo Bensheng rolled his eyes: "Brother Hou, put away your little schemes. There's a line of people waiting to invite Yao Jun for a drink; who do you think you are?"

"What you said, why don't I like hearing that?" Brother Hou patted Zhang Guodong's shoulder: "Don't we still have Brother Zhang here? He and Yao Zong are good brothers; inviting him for a drink is just a matter of saying the word, right?

You heard it just now, Yao Zong is going to Brother Zhang's house for dumplings tonight; can this relationship be bad?"

Suo Bensheng didn't bother with Brother Hou anymore, looked at Zhang Guodong, and asked very uncomprehendingly: "You know Yao Jun, why are you still pedaling a tricycle?"

Zhang Guodong took a deep breath: "Brothers are brothers; if you mix in too many things, the feelings will change. I don't want that."

"You..."

Suo Bensheng didn't know what to say, and in the end, just shook his head helplessly.

"Let's go."

If he knew a brother like Yao Jun, he wouldn't ask for much, just to make his own life a little better—that would definitely be no problem.

"Let's go!" Zhang Guodong got on his bike: "Hurry up and unload the furniture; I'm done for the day, not going out this afternoon."

When they arrived at Brother Hou's snack shop, the winery was right across the street.

Brother Hou looked at the winery gate, thinking that if he could get to know Yao Jun, as long as he said a word, wouldn't the winery employees trample the threshold of his little shop?

Just as he was daydreaming, he heard Suo Bensheng say: "Brother Hou, move the furniture into the shop?"

"Why move it into the shop?" Brother Hou said irritably: "There's a back door in the shop; go out the back door, and that's where I live."

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Xiangjiang!

Night was gradually falling. Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu had a drink with the staff from Qiudongfang, and then they came out.

Deng Jin Hui was dead, and the threat to him was temporarily lifted, so he planned to go stroll around the night market in Xiangjiang.

Temple Street!

It has appeared in many movies and TV shows. Because Temple Street embodies authentic Xiangjiang sentiment, especially the night market, which reflects Xiangjiang's life culture everywhere, many directors like to come here to film.

Because most of the goods sold by vendors on Temple Street are mainly men's items—such as knitwear, undershirts, jeans, fountain pens, wristwatches, CDs, and toys—it is also called Men's Street.

At night, hundreds of street stalls filled the entire road. The lit-up stalls illuminated the whole street, and tourists and customers flocked in, making the once quiet little street suddenly become bustling with noise.

Rows of food stalls on both sides of the road, besides authentic delicacies like claypot rice, of course, could not be without the famous "nacha" noodles.

Zhou Andong, Jian Qiu, and Yuan Wanqi, who had accompanied them, were weaving through the intertwined crowd under the secret protection of more than a dozen bodyguards in plain clothes.

"Didn't eat much tonight, let's find a food stall to eat something first."

Yuan Wanqi's suggestion was agreed upon by Jian Qiu.

"Eat nacha noodles." Zhou Andong thought of the nacha noodles in the movie *The God of Cookery*.

"Over there." Yuan Wanqi pointed ahead: "I also like eating nacha noodles, but I don't know if the ones here are good."

The three of them followed the crowd and arrived not far away. At this time, the night market had just started, so there weren't many people at the food stalls yet.

The three found a table that looked relatively clean and sat down. Yuan Wanqi ordered three bowls of nacha noodles.

"After eating, let's go watch a performance first. There are many like-minded Cantonese opera fans gathered here for impromptu performances. There are also singers performing famous Cantonese opera excerpts, pop songs, and even Western pop songs.

If you're lucky, you might even run into a celebrity. After watching the performance, we'll buy things; everything here is very cheap, and the quality is decent."

At this moment, a man and a woman came over and sat at the table next to them.

"Hey!" The woman sighed: "The company suddenly went bankrupt, and the boss ran away. What should we do?"

The man snorted: "With our work experience, are we afraid we can't find a job?"

The woman was silent for a moment: "We can find one, but thinking about finding one with such a high salary might be very difficult."

Hearing the two chatting, Zhou Andong guessed that this man and woman were very likely employees of Longhua.

He turned his head back with great curiosity, and then was stunned, followed by a laugh.

It really is a small world; Xiangjiang isn't that small, yet he could actually run into these two things.

But thinking about Zhuo Qihua's character, it wasn't surprising to have employees like this.