Chapter 303: The World of Aristocratic Families

"You arrange a place, call me in half an hour." After finishing, Song Mao threw the phone aside.

The sound of the bed creaking under unbearable weight came from the receiver, and the woman's fake shouting.

Jiang Chengjie took the phone away from his ear, making the voice that made him anxious disappear, then pressed the end button hard, and exhaled a long breath.

Dahua Dance Hall, in a private room, suddenly a woman's scream came out: "Brother Mao..."

"Click!" The dim room lit up with a little fire, Song Mao lay obliquely on the sofa, lit a cigarette.

"Brother Mao, did you really make people seal Wanghailou?"

A big-breasted woman rode on Song Mao, holding a towel to wipe his sweat, her voice was sweet, normal people would definitely get a layer of goosebumps, but Song Mao liked it very much.

"Smack!" Song Mao slapped the big-breasted woman's butt: "Men's business, women ask less."

"Oh my!" The big-breasted woman twisted her waist coquettishly, "Brother Mao, you are so annoying, making people feel numb all over."

Song Mao laughed out loud: "You little bitch, if it weren't for something, I would definitely ride you for another round."

At this time, Jiang Chengjie entered a teahouse, went to the second floor, found a private room and sat down, then started to count the time, exactly half an hour, dialed Song Mao's big brother phone.

"Young Master Song, I am waiting at Biyuan Chun Teahouse!"

"Okay!" Song Mao agreed, patted the big-breasted woman who was still lying on him, "Get up!"

The big-breasted woman got up, Song Mao found his clothes and put them on, took the big brother phone, clamped the genuine leather small bag, and walked out swaying.

"Brother Mao, when will you come again."

"Come when I'm in a good mood." Song Mao waved his hand and left with satisfaction.

Several women didn't know where they drilled out, looked at the big-breasted woman, and asked chirping.

"How is it? How is it?"

The big-breasted woman stretched out three fingers dejectedly: "Less than three minutes."

"Look!" A woman said: "I said you guys still don't believe it, and every time have to pretend to be very excited, and can't let him see it, it's damn tiring."

"Damn!" Another woman said disappointedly: "Turns out it's a silver-like pewter spear head, looks good but not useful."

It's also strange, what kind of woman Song Mao wants to find is as simple as waving his hand, but he likes to run to this kind of place, don't know what kind of strange hobby it is.

Song Mao hummed a song all the way, and got into the Audi 100 parked outside.

He had been sharpening his head to drill into the aristocratic family circle in Fengjing, but he couldn't get in.

The Fengjing circle is also divided into three, six, and nine grades, such as those at the top, like Young Master Pu, and Gu Bing and Tong Huaiyu, all have their own circles.

And the formation of each circle is the children of aristocratic families or allies.

Families fight openly and secretly, and the children below are naturally not pleasing to each other.

The Feng family and the Tong family, the two old men didn't get along, but, Man Man Laoyezi Jian and Old

Therefore, with the old man of the Jian family mediating in the middle, the Feng family and the Tong family did not have any major disagreements regarding the distribution of certain interests, and there was even cooperation.

While the families can reach a certain balance for the sake of interests, the younger ones below them cannot.

Gu Bing and Tong Huaiyu, people from two different circles, have been fighting openly and secretly since they were children, and have even fought until they were bloodied.

As for Song Mao, his father's position is not low, but he does not have the qualifications to enter the top-tier circles of Jingcheng.

Therefore, for so many years, he has made friends with many children of noble families in the capital, but they all treated him as a sucker and have always excluded him.

Last night, he suddenly received a call from Xiao Liuzi, hearing that he had come to Yecheng and was actually kicked out by Wanghailou. This was outrageous. Without even thinking, he found someone to seal off Wanghailou.

At the Biyuan Chun Teahouse, Song Mao parked his Audi 100 on the side of the road, got out of the car, and entered the teahouse.

"I'm looking for Jiang Chengjie!"

A waiter said, "Manager Jiang is in the 'Heaven' private room on the second floor."

Song Mao nodded, stepped up to the second floor, arrived at the door of the 'Heaven' private room, and knocked on the door very politely.

"Come in!" Jiang Chengjie's voice came from inside.

Song Mao pushed the door open. The private room was not large; opposite was a window, and opening it allowed one to see the stage performance below. It was just that the time was still early, there were not many guests, and the performance had not yet begun.

Under the window, there was a small square table with long benches on both sides where people could sit.

"Young Master Song!" Seeing it was Song Mao, Jiang Chengjie hurriedly stood up to shake hands.

Song Mao sat down, and Jiang Chengjie poured tea into the cup in front of Song Mao.

"Young Master Song, the people below were ignorant. I offer you my apologies." Jiang Chengjie wanted to bow and apologize.

Song Mao stopped him with quick reflexes: "Proprietor Jiang, to tell you the truth, in this matter, I am also just running errands for someone else; it doesn't have much to do with me. Don't talk about you bowing and apologizing; even if you knelt down and kowtowed to me, it would be useless."

This guy is not stupid. People like Jiang Chengjie might still be useful in the future, so there is no need to offend them to death. Therefore, he clarified the matter as soon as he arrived.

Hearing this, Jiang Chengjie secretly looked at the expression on Song Mao's face, and his heart sank to the bottom in an instant. He felt that Song Mao was not lying.

How big must the background of the person who could make Song Mao run errands be? Just thinking about it made his hands and feet go numb.

Without any hesitation, he opened the bag beside him and took out money to put on the table.

"Young Master Song, I hope you can help me out. There will definitely be a generous reward afterward."

"Let me put it this way: even if you put ten thousand in front of them, they wouldn't even look at it." Song Mao patted his own face, "What they lack is face, not money."

Jiang Chengjie asked humbly, "Young Master Song, please give me some guidance."

Song Mao pondered for a moment. He knew that Gu Bing just wanted to vent his anger and didn't really want to ruin Wanghailou.

"I'll make a phone call."

Song Mao picked up his mobile phone and dialed Xiao Liuzi's number: "Brother Six, the proprietor of Wanghailou is right in front of me. How do you plan to handle this?"

Xiao Liuzi's voice came through the receiver: "Wait a few minutes, let me ask."

"Okay!" Song Mao hung up the phone, "Let's wait." After speaking, he picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and then pushed open the window to look at the stage below, "This is my first time coming to this place; the environment looks pretty good."

"It is indeed quite good here; they often invite famous crosstalk actors to perform crosstalk here." As Jiang Chengjie spoke, his heart remained anxious, just like a prisoner waiting for a verdict.

"Ding-a-ling..."

Song Mao's mobile phone rang. He picked it up and pressed the answer button: "Maozi, tell him to kick that man and woman out and suspend business for rectification for half a month."

"Okay!" Song Mao said, "I understand."

Xiao Liuzi said: "I'm in Hefei, and I'm going to Xiangjiang in two days. I'll go find him tomorrow. If you have time, come over too, and let's go to Xiangjiang to play for two days together."

Upon hearing this, Song Mao was immediately excited. Play? He wants to take me to play? And it's playing together.

"I have time, I'll go over tomorrow."