Not long after the servant left, he took Lan Gang and returned.
I haven’t seen him for more than a month, and there is no change in this guy. He is wearing a gray suit, he is fair and clean, and he has a dignified appearance. He looks like a middle-aged handsome guy.
As soon as he entered the study, Lan Gang noticed Chu Heng sitting next to McGill. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, why did this pretty boy get together with this foreign devil?
Are these two gays?
"We meet again, Inspector Lan." Chu Heng, who didn't know what his grandson was thinking, smiled and raised his hand to say hello.
"How are you doing, Mr. Chu?" Lan Gang smiled at him.
“Thanks to you, everything goes smoothly.” Chu Heng said.
“Do you know each other?” McGill looked at him curiously.
"I ran into some trouble before, and Detective Lan helped me solve it." Chu Heng explained casually.
“So that’s it.”
McGill nodded and didn't take it seriously. He turned around and asked Lan Gang: "Why is it so early this month?"
"It's due early." Lan Gang smiled with a smile on his face He walked forward and handed over a bulging brown paper bag under his arm: "A total of four hundred thousand."
"Why is it thirty thousand less than last month?" McGill frowned and took the paper bag. , looking a little dissatisfied.
"Business has been bad recently, and you know the current situation." Lan Gang nodded and bowed and smiled. In front of the foreign devils, he did not show the majesty of the four detectives at all.
“Those people really deserve to die!” McGill cursed, and the decrease in income made his face slightly gloomy.
"Yeah, really damn it." Lan Gang hurriedly agreed.
"Hey, I hope the Hong Kong Governor can come up with a solution as soon as possible."
McGill also understood the reason, sighed helplessly, then stopped complaining, waved his hand and said: "Okay Now, you can go."
"Then I'll take my leave." Lan Gang looked at Chu Heng again: "Goodbye, Mr. Chu."
"Let's drink together when we have the chance. Tea." Chu Heng smiled.
"Okay."
Lan Gang turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute." McGill suddenly stopped him again, pointed at Chu Heng, and casually sold his favor, saying: "Mr. Chu is now the new owner of the Mandarin Hotel, please remember to go back I'll send more people to patrol there later, no? To let others affect his business."
"Huh?"
Lan Gang looked at Chu Heng in shock, and he knew that the guy in front of him was not at all. What a pretty boy, but a big moneymaker!
After sighing at the other party's youth, he quickly came back to his senses and said quickly: "Okay, I will make arrangements when I get back. If Mr. Chu needs help in the future, please feel free to send him."
" I’ll have to worry about Inspector Lan from now on.” Chu Heng smiled and hugged his fists.
"No trouble, no trouble, it is our duty to protect the safety of citizens."
Lan Gang was polite again, looked deeply at Chu Heng, said goodbye and left here.
……
In the evening, a blood-red setting sun sank into the horizon. After a busy day, the residents of Hong Kong bathed in the sunset and hurried toward home, dragging their tired bodies.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
Two Mercedes-Benz cars drove to the door of the Mandarin Hotel one after the other and stopped. The doorman who was bored and chatting at the door saw them. He quickly trotted forward and respectfully opened the rear door of the car in front of him.
“You are back, Mr. Chu.”
“Thank you.”
Chu Heng, who had stayed at the police chief's house for an entire afternoon and even had dinner, stepped out of the car. He glanced at the deserted hotel and was not surprised. He turned around and followed the drunken man. Avima said goodbye and took Cen Hao and Martin into the hotel.
In the lobby, when a group of idle employees saw him coming in, they immediately cheered up and pretended to be busy. "Mr. Chu."
A Dong trotted forward with a fawning smile on his face, like a pug that had seen its owner.
"Have someone make me a cup of tea and a cup of coffee." Chu Heng glanced at him and gave a few casual instructions. He told Martin about the acquisition of real estate and hurriedly walked towards Elevator room.
A Dong ran to the coffee shop in a hurry.
Not long after.
Chu Heng and others came upstairs, entered the presidential suite and took a look. Only the old man and his son were in the room.
"Where is Mr. Cheng? He's gone? Why didn't he stay one night to catch up with you?" He asked Qingyuan, who was reading the newspaper, doubtfully.
"I haven't left yet. I went downstairs to cook." The old man put down the newspaper, looked over with a smile and said, "You can try it later, the nine-turn large intestine he makes is one of a kind."
"That's great. Remember to call me later. I'll go in and talk about something first." Chu Heng's eyes lit up, and he quickly led Martin to the study.
In less than half an hour, the two of them came out after talking about the matter, and the smell of food suddenly hit their nostrils.
“Hey, this smell is quite authentic!” Chu Heng sniffed it hard and couldn’t stop salivating. Then he shook his head and said to Qingyuan and the others: “Don’t talk. , let me be well Smell it... Well, there are sesame tofu, mustard dumplings, and fried dumplings that are like honey, am I right?”
“Isn’t your nose a dog’s nose?” The old man looked at him in surprise.
“Just think you are complimenting me.”
Chu Heng bared his teeth and smiled, and then ran to the restaurant. When he saw the home-cooked dishes on the table, he was so greedy that he couldn't stop. After circling the table like a donkey, The monkey ran out anxiously and asked the old man: "When will dinner be served?"
"It should be soon." The old man glanced at his watch.
“Dong dong dong!”
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.
Chu Heng was about to go over and open the door when Cen Hao rushed over. It seemed that this kid was more anxious than him.
"It's time for dinner!"
The door opened and a shout rang out. Cheng Xi personally pushed a dining cart in. In an instant, the aroma of food mixed with various flavors spread from the dining cart.
It’s mouth-watering.
Not to mention Chu Heng, even Martin, a foreigner, stretched his neck and looked at the door after smelling it.
“That’s good!”
"Let's have dinner!"
The guys hurriedly got up and walked into the restaurant to sit down.
A few moments.
One after another delicious dishes with full color, aroma and taste were brought to the table.
Nine-turn large intestine, braised pork with fermented bean curd, braised sea cucumber with green onions, first-grade tofu...
Oops, every one of them hits the heart of Chu Heng and Cen Hao, a pair of wanderers who are away from home.
Chu Heng struggled to look away from the dishes on the table, quickly picked up a glass of wine and toasted Cheng Xi, then he couldn’t wait to pick up a piece of nine-turn large intestine and stuff it into his mouth, and squinted After tasting it carefully, I gave it a thumbs up.
“This dish is authentic, with all four flavors of sour, sweet, fragrant and salty. It is soft and chewy yet tough. It is so delicious. Compared with this, the ones in Taibai Seafood Restaurant are all special. What’s the swill!”
He’s not just trying to make a fool of himself, it’s Cheng Xi’s dish that’s really delicious, even as good as Si Zhu’s!
“Yo, you are still a foodie!”
After receiving the compliment, Cheng Xi beamed with smile, and his whole face turned into a chrysanthemum. He quickly pointed to the roasted sea cucumber with green onions and said, "Try this again."
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