Chapter 8: The Second Young Master of Cao Gang
Chapter 8 The Second Young Master of the Cao Gang (Please add this to your collection and recommend it)
What Fang Min revealed was definitely bombshell news.
If you can plan a shocking robbery and launder the money, all you will get will be hard currency such as gold.
The value is definitely not lower than Mu Liancheng.
When I get the chance later, I will have to plan it carefully with Father Wu.
"Well done, have you picked out my share?" He gently lifted Fang Min's smooth chin.
"Are you still not confident that I can do the job?
"I've put it in my car downstairs. You can just drive away later." Fang Min nodded obediently.
"Thanks, baby." Hong Zhiyou kissed her.
"You, you treat me like a treasure. You don't have to be a vegetarian and chant Buddhist scriptures. You don't care about me at all." Fang Min snorted delicately.
"Who said I don't love you? You are my eldest daughter, haven't you called me daddy enough?" Hong Zhiyou put his arm around her waist and grinned.
"You want to die? I don't care about the old place tonight, you have to accompany me." Fang Min grabbed his vital point.
"Aunt, you don't need me." Hong Zhiyou begged for mercy.
“Those stinky men are either incompetent or rude and smelly.
"You are not as sweet-talking, versatile, and gentle as me.
"I don't care. I'll just blame you."
Fang Min pouted and acted coquettishly.
“Okay, you’re my aunt, I’ll accompany you tonight.
"Call me dad first."
Hong Zhiyou pinched her beautiful oval face.
"father!
“My dear father!
"Go to the bathroom now."
"do not."
"No matter who told you to tease me."
"My grass!"
……
After a while, Hong Zhiyou tidied his clothes and returned to the living room with weak hands and feet.
Fang Min became even more charming, her face as rosy as a flower, and she walked among the guests holding a glass of red wine.
Nima.
All of Wu Dad's deer antler powder has been sold to outsiders.
Hong Zhiyou cursed.
In the hall.
The spotlight flashes.
Du Jianshi signed the contract and shook hands and took photos with several businessmen who had won the bid.
Next, of course, is a pleasant cocktail party.
Wanqiu stopped playing at this moment and sat on the piano bench drinking juice.
Hong Zhiyou came to the piano with a glass of wine and smiled brightly: "Ms. Wanqiu."
"Secretary Hong?" Wanqiu nodded politely.
"you know me?"
"I...my aunt told me. She said you are Stationmaster Wu's man, and no one in this hall has a higher rank than you." Wanqiu glanced at a place not far away.
Hong Zhiyou looked over and saw a woman in cheongsam smiling and bowing to him.
Mu Liancheng's devil woman.
As expected of a spy from the Mei Agency, he has a sharp eye.
Hong Zhiyou came from a "famous family", so he was better off than ordinary members like Mi Zhiguo, with only the rank of second lieutenant.
It is two levels lower than Shengxiang and Qi Dafu.
In the station, he is nothing.
But in this hall, as the stationmaster's "special envoy", he still has a lot of weight because of his power.
“I am not a high-ranking official, but an honest official.
"An official with a clean record, no wife, and no family."
Hong Zhi had a humorous answer.
Wanqiu was immediately amused: "Secretary Hong, you talk so funny."
“The more interesting part is yet to come.
"Miss Wanqiu, do you 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 met too many officials and rich second-generations, all of whom were vulgar and boastful, but very few of them knew how to play the piano.
Only those international students from Europe and the United States would spend their time on art instead of making money and playing with women.
"I know a little, but I'm definitely not as good as you." Hong Zhiyou said. "I'll find you some music, Beethoven or Mozart." Wanqiu felt the joy of finding a soulmate.
"No, 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.
He had learned piano in his previous life, but his parents lost all their fortune in stock trading, so he had to give up on it.
Although not as good as Lang Lang, he can still play a tune.
Hong Zhiyou touched the piano with his fingers, and cheerful notes emerged one after another.
Maybe there is a beautiful woman beside him.
He played with great concentration, without any sense of stagnation.
The light and graceful melody floated in the hall, quickly attracting everyone's attention.
There is sweetness in sadness.
Shattered vision.
Just like the fate of everyone present in this era.
Just play the song.
Hong Zhiyou added the last syllable in a cool way.
Wow!
There was thunderous applause in the hall.
Good music does not require high skills and can always accurately hit everyone's heart.
Hong Zhiyou hunched his chest and returned the greetings to everyone in a gentlemanly manner, then looked at the stunned Wanqiu and said, "Ms. Mu, what's up?"
"It's so beautiful, Mr. Hong, can you give me the music score?" Wanqiu covered her full chest with her hands, with stars of admiration twinkling in her eyes.
"Don't you want to know its name?" Hong Zhiyou asked with a smile.
"Uh-huh."
"'Wedding in a Dream'!" said Hong Zhiyou.
"'Dream Wedding', so romantic!"
"It was my idea to invite you here today. This song is dedicated to you." After saying this, Hong Zhiyou took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket.
The above is the music he wrote.
"Thank you, Mr. Hong." Wanqiu was very happy and put it carefully into her handbag.
"It's stuffy here, want to go out for a walk?"
Hong Zhiyou invited.
Mu Wanqiu looked at her "aunt" standing beside her.
The Japanese woman nodded.
She was very happy: "Mr. Hong, let's go."
"Wanqiu!"
Just as I was about to leave, a young man wearing a white suit, with a slicked-back hair and looking a little old-fashioned came towards me.
"Young Master Zhang!" A hint of fear flashed across Wanqiu's eyes.
"Secretary Hong, my name is Zhang Shaobai." The young man raised his chin slightly, looking extremely arrogant.
Hong Zhiyou remembered that this man was the second son of the Cao Gang.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Secretary Hong is very resourceful. The grain store, the textile factory, the caramel factory..." Zhang Shaobai spread his hands, his dissatisfaction was self-evident.
"I'm just an errand boy on this mission." Hong Zhiyou said.
"is it?
"As far as I know, Stationmaster 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, you don't understand the rules of our Cao Gang.
"Our money has thorns, and you'll bleed if you take it." Zhang Shaobai said coldly.
"Well, I really don't understand." Hong Zhi nodded.
"Secretary Hong, you and Stationmaster Wu are new here, so I need to remind you that in Jinhai, people who offend us don't live long.
"Both the Japanese Section Chief Yamaki Ichijo and the former Police Chief Wang Quanfu can attest to this."
Zhang Shaobai raised the corner of his mouth and smiled evilly.
"What do you mean?" Hong Zhiyou frowned.
He didn't expect the Cao Gang to be so arrogant that they even dared to threaten the Jinhai Station.
"Your Jinhai Station has a full staff of about 200 people, and including the field staff, there will be no more than .
"My Cao Gang has 6,000 brothers and 6,000 axes.
"Understand?"
Zhang Shaobai tapped Hong Zhiyou's chest, looking extremely arrogant.
(End of this chapter)