Chapter 8

What Fang Min revealed was absolutely a blockbuster piece of news.

If he could plan a shocking robbery to wash Boss Qian, what he would get would be hard currency like gold.

The value would absolutely not be lower than Mu Liancheng.

When there is a chance later, he must plan well with Wu Dad.

"Well done, you picked out my share, right?" He gently lifted Fang Min's smooth chin.

"Can't you trust me when I handle things?"

"I put it in my car downstairs; you can drive it away directly later," Fang Min nodded cleverly.

"Thanks, baby," Hong Zhiyou kissed her.

"You, you are a baby when you need people, and you want to eat vegetarian and chant Buddha when you don't need them; you don't love people at all," Fang Min pouted and acted like a spoiled child.

"Who says I don't love you? You are my eldest daughter, haven't I called you Dad less?" Hong Zhiyou hugged her waist and laughed wickedly.

"You want to die, I don't care, tonight at the old place, you have to accompany me," Fang Min grabbed his vital point.

"Grandma, you don't lack me," Hong Zhiyou hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Those stinky men, either they can't play, or they are rude and fishy."

"Unlike you, who speaks well, has many tricks, and is gentle."

"I don't care, I'm going to rely on you."

Fang Min pouted and acted charmingly.

"Alright, you are my grandma, I'll accompany you tonight."

"Call me Dad first."

Hong Zhiyou pinched her beautiful melon-seed face.

"Dad!"

"My dear Dad!"

"Let's go to the restroom now."

"Don't."

"I don't care, who told you to flirt with me."

"Damn!"

……

In a while, Hong Zhiyou tidied up his clothes and returned to the living room with soft hands and feet.

Fang Min was even more charming, her face flushed like a flower, holding red wine and wandering among the guests.

Damn.

Wu Dad's deer antler powder was all cheap for outsiders.

Hong Zhiyou cursed.

Inside the lobby.

Magnesium lights flashed.

Du Jianshi signed the contract and shook hands and took photos with several merchants who won the bid.

Next, naturally, it was a pleasant cocktail party.

Wanqiu stopped playing at this time and sat on the piano stool drinking fruit juice.

Hong Zhiyou came to the side of the piano with a wine glass and smiled brightly: "Miss Wanqiu."

"Secretary Hong?" Wanqiu nodded politely.

"Do you know me?"

"I... Aunt told me; she said you are Wu Station Chief's person, and no one in this hall has a higher rank than you," Wanqiu's eyes aimed at not far away.

Hong Zhiyou looked over, and a woman wearing a cheongsam was smiling and bowing to him.

Mu Liancheng's Japanese woman.

Worthy of being a spy for the Ume Kikan, her vision is very poisonous.

Hong Zhiyou came from a "famous family," so he was a little better than the ordinary members of Mi Zhiguo's group, but he was only a small second lieutenant.

Two levels lower than Sheng Xiang and Qi Qi Da Fu.

In the station, he is nothing.

But in this hall, as the "special envoy" of the Station Chief, his fox-borrowing-tiger-prestige still had a lot of weight.

"I am not a high official, I am a clean official."

"Clean and white, an official with no wife and no family."

Hong Zhiyou answered humorously.

Wanqiu was immediately amused: "Secretary Hong, you speak really interestingly."

"More interesting things are behind."

"Miss Wanqiu, don't mind if I play a song for you."

Hong Zhiyou raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"Can you play the piano?" Wanqiu's eyes lit up.

She had seen too many official and rich second generations, all of whom were vulgar and boastful, but very few understood the piano.

Only those European and American students would spend their minds on art instead of making money and playing with women.

"A little, but certainly not as good as you," Hong Zhiyou said.

"I'll find you the score, Beethoven or Mozart?" Wanqiu had the joy of finding a soulmate.

"No need, my score is here."

He pointed to his temple and sat down on the stool.

Then, he closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

In his previous life, he learned the piano, but later his parents lost their family fortune in stocks, and he stopped halfway.

Although he couldn't compare to a hair of Lang Lang, playing a song was no problem.

Hong Zhiyou's fingers brushed the piano, and light and lively notes jumped out.

Perhaps it was because of the beauty on the side.

He played very devotedly, without any stagnation.

Light and graceful tunes floated in the lobby, quickly attracting everyone's attention.

There is sweetness in sorrow.

There is a vision in destruction.

Just like the fate of everyone in this era in the hall.

After playing a song.

Hong Zhiyou finished with a dashing tail note.

Clatter!

Thunderous applause rang out in the lobby.

Good music, without needing high skills, can always accurately hit everyone's heart.

Hong Zhiyou bowed to everyone very gentlemanly, and then looked at the dumbfounded Wanqiu: "Miss Mu, how is it?"

"It's too good to hear, Mr. Hong, can you give me the piano score?" Wanqiu covered her full chest, with stars of worship flickering in her eyes.

"Don't you want to know its name?" Hong Zhiyou asked with a smile.

"Hmm hmm."

"Dream Wedding!" Hong Zhiyou said.

"Dream Wedding, so romantic!"

"Inviting you here today was my idea; this song was dedicated to you," Hong Zhiyou said, taking out letter paper from his pocket.

On it was the music score he wrote down.

"Thank you, Mr. Hong," Wanqiu was very happy and carefully put it into her handbag.

"It's very stuffy here, go out for a walk?"

Hong Zhiyou invited.

Mu Wanqiu looked at the "aunt" on the side.

The Japanese woman nodded.

She was extremely happy: "Mr. Hong, let's go."

"Wanqiu!"

Just as they were about to leave, a young man wearing a white Western suit, combing a big back, and looking slightly old-fashioned walked over.

"Young Master Zhang!" Wanqiu flashed a look of fear in her eyes.

"Secretary Hong, my name is Zhang Shaobai," the young man raised his chin, his expression extremely arrogant.

Hong Zhiyou remembered, this person is the second young master of the Cao Gang.

"Anything?" he asked.

"Secretary Hong has good methods, grain business, textile factory, caramel factory..." Zhang Shaobai spread his hands, his dissatisfaction self-evident.

"It's the superior's business, I'm just a runner," Hong Zhiyou said.

"Is that so?"

"As far as I know, Station Chief Wu is not interested in these things," Zhang Shaobai said.

"Maybe the chips you gave are not enough," Hong Zhiyou stared into his eyes, without any fear.

"No, it's that you don't understand the rules of our Cao Gang."

"Our money has thorns; if you take it, you have to see blood," Zhang Shaobai said coldly.

"Hmm, I really don't understand," Hong Zhiyou nodded.

"Secretary Hong, you and Station Chief Wu are new here; I have a need to remind you: in Jinhai, people who offend us have never lived long."

"This point, whether it's Section Chief Shanmu Yicheng of the Japanese, or the previous Police Bureau Chief Wang Quanfu, they can all prove it."

Zhang Shaobai raised the corner of his mouth, laughing wickedly.

"What do you mean?" Hong Zhiyou frowned.

He didn't expect the Cao Gang to be so crazy, actually daring to threaten the Jinhai Station.

"Your Jinhai Station has a full establishment of 200 people, right? Counting field work, it won't exceed five hundred."

"My Cao Gang has six thousand brothers, six thousand axes."

"Understand?"

Zhang Shaobai poked Hong Zhiyou's chest, extremely rampant.

(End of this chapter)