Chapter 1102 Warehouse
In just a few words, Chu Heng easily solved the problem for Xu Damao that made him gray with worry.
This is the noodles!
"What's wrong with Xu Damao?"
Seeing her husband hang up the phone, Ni Yinghong cast a curious look, her bright eyes blinking, like a little bitch.
"It's no big deal. Pang Yu, the new director of the steel rolling mill, is preparing to replace the old officials left by Li Fugui. Xu Damao is on the list. He really has nothing to do, so he begs me. , Pang Yu and I also know each other, so I just helped him." Chu Heng reached out to take his wife's bag casually, as if it was another trivial matter.
“Oh.”
Ni Yinghong saw that it was not a show about cheating or corruption, she curled her lips in disappointment, turned around and said hello to Aunt Han, and plated walnuts , left the office with her husband.
"How dare this kid pretend..."
In the office, Aunt Han was secretly speechless, once again amazed by Chu's broad network of contacts.
He knows the new director of the steel rolling mill, he also knows the big leaders in the district, and he also knows the old man who collects rags on the street. Is there anyone in Sijiu City that Ya doesn't know?
……
The night is getting darker.
The noisy city has also calmed down. It was just past seven o'clock, and many lights in the residential areas of Sijiucheng were extinguished one after another. Only rows of orange street lamps remained at their posts. On the top, like a sentry with his head held high.
Little Lihua Chu’s house is brightly lit.
In the courtyard, two dogs were competing with a cat squatting on the wall.
A skinny old civet cat lay lazily and gracefully on the wall, its golden eyes looking quietly at the two silly dogs jumping around underneath it.
The wall of Chu Heng’s house is very high. Even if these two dogs have amazing jumping abilities, it is difficult for them to touch the old civet cat.
Even if they occasionally jumped to the same level as the wall once or twice, they would be slapped back by the old civet cat's paw. The two dogs were so angry that they kept barking, but they never tired of it.
In the east room, there is a program playing on the black and white TV. Xiao Ni, my eldest cousin, and Yang Guizhi are sitting in a row, staring at the TV in front of them without blinking, sometimes enjoying themselves, sometimes nervously He straightened his face and devoted himself wholeheartedly to it.
Outside, Chu Heng was lying on the kang like a boneless man, holding a book in his hand. The cover said Spring and Autumn, but inside was an illustrated version of the nine-tailed turtle.
This is an erotic book, even more exciting than The Plum in the Golden Lotus.
Written in the late Qing Dynasty, the author is named Shuliu Shanfang. Most of the content described in this book is about the customs of prostitution places and the life of prostitutes among their clients.
Mr. Hu Shi once said that this book is a guide to the prostitution world.
Some people say that this is a broad text that satirizes social phenomena. It fully reflects the darkness and corruption of social politics in the late Qing Dynasty, and has a strong critical significance for reality.
As we all know, Chu Heng is a noble-minded scholar who likes to read these good critical books, especially those with illustrations.
Therefore, after he got this book, he always regarded it as a treasure and would take it out to criticize it from time to time.
While he was engrossed in reading, Yan Shu, who had just come out of the hospital this morning, was plotting a big event.
Xuanwu, Hufang Bridge, there is a small and semi-old Western-style building with blue bricks and gray tiles, the tall large windows are covered with plastered window covers, and the walls are carved with exquisite European patterns.
This small building originally belonged to a businessman named Huang. Later, it changed hands several times and fell into the hands of Yan Shu. He seldom came here. After Chu Heng destroyed his small yard, he Just changed the base to here.
now.
The living room of the small building is brightly lit.
Yan Shu, who was wrapped in gauze in many places and had a bruised nose and face, was sitting on a European-style leather sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand and drinking it sullenly.
Besides him, there were more than a dozen men and women in the room, sitting or standing scattered everywhere, laughing and joking, and the identities of these people, without exception, were all brothers from the big courtyard. .
Yan Shu has always looked down upon those mud-legged people. If it is not necessary, he will basically not associate with those grassroots stubborn people. "Squeak!"
At this time, a young man walked in from outside. His name was Cheng Yu. He was in his twenties, not tall and good-looking. He was introduced to Yan Shu’s team two days ago and currently serves as The role of errand boy.
Cheng Yu stood at the door and walked around, and soon found Yan Shu. Then he walked up quickly and reported respectfully: "Brother Yan, the cars are here, both of you are here." Great liberation, with a shed."
"Okay." Yan Shu nodded slightly and drank the wine in the glass. However, he didn't pay attention and bruised his chin. He frowned and his face became even more gloomy.
He put down the wine glass and touched his aching chin. A hint of evil flashed in his eyes. After a heavy snort, he turned around and called a few people to play cards together.
After playing for more than an hour, I lost more than 100 yuan.
Feeling a little tired, he threw the remaining thirty yuan in his hand to Cheng Yu, who was serving tea and water: "Come here, if I lose, it's mine, if I win, it's yours."
As he said that, he pulled a pretty woman next to him to stand up and went up to the second floor with his arms around her slender waist.
Not long after, there were bursts of extremely depressing humming sounds coming from upstairs, which made the blood of a bunch of animals boil.
……
At one o'clock in the morning, everything is silent.
"Pap, tap."
The neatly dressed Yan Shu came down from the second floor, glanced at the sleeping brothers scattered in the living room, and shouted a few times The voice woke people up, and a group of people came out of the small building in a noisy manner, got into two Jiefang vehicles parked on the roadside, and left quickly.
"Boom!"
The two cars were speeding down the road one behind the other, aiming directly at 139.
Yan Shu was sitting in the passenger seat of the car in front, smoking a cigarette with a calm expression. He was not thinking about what he was going to do later, but was thinking about Chu Heng.
Although the things he did have been exposed, it is a done deal. Chu Heng’s notoriety has spread to some people’s ears, and his family is also working hard for him. I believe it won’t be long before Chu Heng will He was kicked out of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and the project team that his grandson worked so hard to promote would become his meal.
By then, you will definitely be mad, right?
Thinking of this, Yan Shu couldn't help feeling happy, and his mood became much more comfortable.
……
Half past one.
Two trucks drove into the silent No. 139 Middle School, passed through the playground, bypassed a row of classrooms, and finally stopped outside the door of the large warehouse in the backyard.
At this time, the two doors of the warehouse were locked, and fourteen or five young men were standing at the door waiting for them.
“Crunch!”
After the car stopped, Yan Shu jumped out of the car first, walked up to the young men with a smile, and after saying a few polite words, one of them took out the key and turned around He walked to the door and opened the warehouse door.
The warehouse was so big that the moonlight couldn't shine in at all, and it was pitch black inside.
After the young man opened the door, he walked to the wall and groped for a while. Soon several light bulbs on the top of the warehouse lit up, and they could see clearly what was inside.
There are many things and they are very complicated.
There are gold and silver jewelry, high-end clothes, ancient paintings and calligraphy, ancient furniture, ancient porcelain, and even ancestral tablets...
These things that were cherished by people in the past are here. Sometimes it is piled up like garbage.
(End of this chapter)