Chapter 2240

Zhang Zuo lay lazily on the sofa, reached out to grab the cigarette on the coffee table, took one out, and put it in his mouth.

Seeing this, Kan Feng hurriedly took out a lighter, clicked it, and lit the cigarette for Zhang Zuo.

"I have quite a few courtyards in my hands; if you like, you can choose one." Zhang Zuo took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring: "However, don't even think about the three-courtyard ones; you can buy one of the first or second courtyards.

As for the renovation, just find 365. The boss of the company is my big brother, and his wife is the design director, who is quite famous abroad. Let her design it for you, and I'll help you say a word when the time comes; it will definitely give you a discount."

Kan Feng was very tempted: "Then I'll buy one in Houhai."

Zhang Zuo glanced at Kan Feng casually and said slowly: "There are none in Houhai, but there are quite a few in Caishikou; you can pick one there."

Nowadays, the bar street in Houhai is increasingly taking shape, and with the headquarters of Future Culture and "You Say It Counts" both there, the commerce of the entire area has reached a certain scale.

Part of the housing resources of the "You Say It Counts" company in Houhai is rented to Future Culture to be used as dormitories for company employees and some singers.

In addition, there are several sets rented to bar waiters and waitresses. There are also several sets left as dormitories for the employees of the "You Say It Counts" company itself.

In the future, as the commerce there gradually develops, there is no need to worry about renting out the housing resources in the hands of "You Say It Counts," and revitalizing them all is not a problem.

Moreover, Nie Wen had long been preparing to renovate all the houses the company has in Houhai, and then carry out targeted renovations according to different levels of consumer groups.

Like the second courtyard, whether it is from the design concept, the subsequent building materials selected, or even the furniture placed in the house, everything is strictly executed according to the highest standards. The target customers are high-end talents, such as Future Culture's stars and corporate executives.

And the first courtyard is the most numerous. Some renovations need to be more exquisite and stylish, with the target customers being mainly elite white-collar workers.

Another part of the first courtyard and several third courtyards will be built into a business hotel integrating accommodation, catering, leisure, entertainment, and meetings.

Therefore, there will be no other sales activities for the housing resources in Houhai, except for selling them to Jiang Yuyue, Ma Xiaotong, and Huang Jiamin.

So, even an idiot like Zhang Zuo could see the extremely broad and beautiful development prospects in Houhai; how could he possibly sell the courtyard to Kan Feng?

"Caishikou, huh!" Kan Feng smacked his lips: "That's fine too!"

Just when these two guys were chatting in the reception hall, Wen Sancat finally came out of the Donghuamen Police Station, and it was Fang Hongbin who sent him out personally.

"Director Fang, we must find a time; we must have a good drink."

Wen Sancat shook Fang Hongbin's hand, his face full of smiles, completely like a different person from his previous arrogance.

Fang Hongbin said with a smile: "As long as General Manager Wen has time, there will be no problem on my end; I can accompany you at any time."

Wen Sancat was very satisfied with Fang Hongbin's answer: "I have some things to deal with on my hands recently, and I estimate I'll be busy for two days. I'll arrange it once I've sorted out these miscellaneous things."

"Alright!" Fang Hongbin nodded and agreed.

Wen Sancat turned around, walked with light steps toward the tiger-head Mercedes parked quietly at the entrance of the police station, and then opened the door and got in.

Then, the car window slowly opened, and he waved at Fang Hongbin standing at the door: "Director Fang, wait for my call."

Fang Hongbin nodded, waved his hand, and watched Wen Sancat's car go further and further away until it disappeared from his field of vision. A subtle, meaningful smile immediately appeared on his face.

Then he turned around slowly and walked back. His body was straight, every step he took on the ground was powerful, and his figure was stretched very long by the afternoon sun.

After entering the police station, Fang Hongbin walked straight toward the office of instructor Xie Xiaomin. Arriving at the door, he knocked lightly, and after hearing a "please come in" from inside, he pushed the door and entered.

At this time, Xie Xiaomin was sitting at his desk, holding a document and reading it. Seeing Fang Hongbin come in, he put down the document, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Sent that plague god away?"

As he spoke, Xie Xiaomin stood up, picked up the thermos, and poured a cup of water for Fang Hongbin.

Fang Hongbin took the water cup, sat on the chair next to him, and then placed the water cup on the table next to him.

"Sent him away."

Xie Xiaomin returned to his seat, crossed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and asked with great interest: "I had something to do and wasn't at the station the day before yesterday. Yesterday morning when I came to work, I heard Liu Gang say that Zhou Andong had come to find you.

I saw you were busy these two days, so I didn't have the heart to disturb you. Now that you've taken the initiative to come to my door, tell me about it, what exactly is going on, so as to satisfy my curiosity. Of course, if it involves any principled issues that are inconvenient to talk about, then forget it."

The words were spoken very nicely, but the expectant look on his face could hardly hide the insincerity in his words.

Fang Hongbin sighed helplessly, slowly reached his hand into his pocket, groped for a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and threw it to Xie Xiaomin.

"This should be considered a good thing."

Hearing this, Xie Xiaomin immediately didn't understand: "If it's a good thing, why are you sighing?"

Fang Hongbin took out a lighter from his pants pocket unhurriedly, skillfully lit the cigarette in his hand, took a deep breath, and exhaled a cloud of white smoke.

"It's a good thing if it's done, but if it's not done, it might turn into a funeral."

"So serious?" Xie Xiaomin couldn't help but be startled upon hearing this, then shook his head slightly: "Then can this still be considered a good thing?"

To investigate Wen Sancat, it is inevitable to mobilize manpower, and this point cannot be hidden from Xie Xiaomin no matter what. What's more, the relationship between the two of them has always been very good, and Fang Hongbin indeed needs Xie Xiaomin, this reliable ally, to help.

"You must also know about the car accident that happened the afternoon before last. One of the parties in the accident is Zhou Andong's bodyguard. But in fact, he came to find me not just because of the car accident..."

The two talked in the office for nearly an hour, and no one knew what they talked about. After work, they found a restaurant again, and after entering the private room, they drank and chatted, and still no one knew what they were talking about.

Hongbinlou, opened in 1853 (the third year of Xianfeng in the Qing Dynasty), was originally established in Jinmen and is a long-renowned Muslim restaurant.

Invited by Premier Zhou to enter Beijing in 1955, it is famous in Beijing for its unique dishes and is known as the number one Muslim restaurant in Beijing.

Guo Moruo also wrote an acrostic poem for Hongbinlou: "When the wild geese come, the wind sends warmth; the guests are full and urged to eat more; the red flag on the building is redder than fire; heroes have never feared difficulties."

At this moment, Wen Sancat is leading a group of younger brothers out of Hongbinlou swaggeringly. I saw these guys all flushed from drinking, obviously in a state of being full of food and wine.

Because they blocked the main entrance unscrupulously, those who wanted to enter or leave Hongbinlou had to stand far away, and not a single person dared to step forward to urge them to clear the way.

Wen Sancat glanced at this scene, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing an extremely arrogant smile: "Have you seen it? As long as I stand here, no matter if they are in a hurry to come in or rushing to go out, even if they are anxious, what can they do? They still have to wait honestly.

This is the power brought by power and money. Don't look at these people cursing me behind my back, but none of them have the courage to come over and tell us to move away; they don't even dare to get a little closer."

At this time, a young man with a thin figure, a narrow face, and small eyes in the crowd hurriedly flattered: "That's right, only you, Third Master, have such power; others can't compare with you."

Hearing this, Wen Sancat looked up and let out a triumphant roar of laughter, the laughter deafening and echoing through the entire street. However, no one knew what he was happy about.

After laughing enough, he stepped down the steps of the restaurant with satisfaction and continued to walk forward aggressively. And the group of fox friends and dog companions behind him followed closely, as if afraid of being left behind.

Lei Ming followed Wen Sancat and said softly: "Third Master, why don't we find a place to take a good bath and get rid of the bad luck on our bodies?"

Wen Sancat nodded slightly, expressing agreement, and then strode straight to the car, reached out to open the door, and got in.

Seeing this, Lei Ming hurriedly ran to the driver's seat, opened the door, sat in, skillfully started the car, shifted gears, and with one foot on the accelerator, the car sped toward the direction of Chaoyang like an arrow leaving the bow.

Their destination for this trip is a bathhouse that has just opened not long ago. Because it just opened, the internal environment is first-class, especially the soaking pool, which is particularly large.

Wen Sancat closed his eyes and leaned lazily against the back of the chair. He had a hard time in the police station these past two days, eating poorly and sleeping poorly, which made him feel tormented.

Fortunately, in the restaurant just now, he finally filled the stomach that had been empty for the past two days. Naturally, he had to take a bath and relax his body.

Not long after, the car stopped steadily at the entrance of the bathhouse, and a group of people went in noisily. These guys had dragons and phoenixes tattooed on their bodies, walking with a sway, and some with their shoulders tilted.

The waiter didn't know Wen Sancat, but just looking at the posture of this group of people, he knew clearly that this person in front of him was definitely a big brother figure famous in the underworld.

Therefore, the waiter was full of smiles, nodding and bowing, flattering to the extreme, handing towels and slippers, serving them busily.

Just like that, the group marched toward the bathing area. The guests who were originally soaking or showering in the bathing area moved away quietly, trying to keep a certain distance from them.

Two middle-aged men who were soaking in the pool recognized Wen Sancat, the two looked at each other, then quickly got up and left the pool, walking toward the changing area.

After entering the changing area, the thin and tall middle-aged man lowered his voice and said: "Didn't you say you saw Wen Sancat arrested by the police two days ago? Why did he appear here again today?"

"What's so strange about this." Another short middle-aged man heard this, and a sneer of disdain appeared at the corners of his mouth: "Are there few times Wen Sancat has been arrested? Which time wasn't he in the front foot and out the back foot?"

"Fuck his mother." The thin and tall middle-aged man couldn't help but burst into a foul language: "What kind of world is this? Good people never get good rewards, while social scum like Wen Sancat can get away with it, free and easy. There is really no justice!"

The short middle-aged man sighed: "Justice, I'm afraid it can only be seen in those who have power and influence... For us ordinary people, if we want to see justice, we can only rely on luck."

At this time, Wen Sancat, who was being scolded by the two, was sitting comfortably in the pool, with only his head exposed.

"Leizi, have you investigated clearly? Where did that stinky bitch Zhou Anqin go that noon? Does she have a place to live off-campus? Are her family members also in Beijing?"

Lei Ming shook his head slowly and said cautiously: "I spent a lot of effort that night to find the drivers of those two taxis.

According to them, when the car was halfway there, a Land Cruiser suddenly blocked the middle of the road, blocking their way.

Immediately after, those women got out of the car without saying a word and hurriedly got into that Land Cruiser. As for where they went specifically afterward, they didn't know."

Hearing this, Wen Sancat raised his eyebrows and said with a laugh of anger: "A bitch is a bitch. She already has a wild man outside, and she still pretends to be pure with Third Master me."

After speaking, the guy cursed a few more times, but this didn't make his anger subside; instead, it made him feel even more angry, as if he had been cuckolded.

His face became extremely gloomy, as if it could drip water. Lei Ming, who was sitting on the side, didn't even dare to breathe hard when he saw this. The Third Master who is not angry is amiable, while the Third Master who is angry does not recognize his own relatives.

Wen Sancat gritted his teeth and ordered: "Immediately send someone to keep a close eye on that cheap woman for me, and must dig out the guy who drove the Land Cruiser. I want to see who has such great courage to dare to compete with me, Wen Liang, for a woman!"

Lei Ming nodded hurriedly and responded: "Don't worry, Third Master, I have already arranged for people to keep an eye on her. But she has been hiding in the school for the past two days and hasn't come out."

Just then, the bathhouse owner, who heard that Wen Sancat had come, didn't dare to have the slightest neglect, ran to the bathing area hurriedly, and when he saw Wen Sancat, his face was full of smiles.

"Oh my, Third Master, you are a distinguished guest. I really didn't expect you to grace my place with your presence. Today, all the consumption of you and all the brothers will be free of charge."

Those who mix in the underworld all like face, and Wen Sancat naturally cannot be an exception. Hearing these words from the bathhouse owner at this moment, he suddenly felt that he had a lot of face in front of his subordinates, and his originally depressed mood suddenly improved a lot.

"I accept this intention of the boss. It is not easy for you to do business. You should charge as much as you should. I will pay you every penny and will not let you suffer a loss."