"Is it sweet?"
"Sweet!"
"Is it a good godfather?"
"Okay."
"Is it a good godfather?" How are you, mom?”
"Hello, godfather!"
"Haha, good girl, godfather's love for you is not in vain!"
In the main room, Chu Heng, who was lying on the Arhat bed, was being played on his belly. Hu Niu was made to smile with just a few words. He looked at this pretty little guy like a treasure, but he was extremely curious.
“Dong dong dong!”
At this time, the door was knocked, and Pony’s voice came from outside: “Master Chu, the snow has cleared.”
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"Got it!"
Chu Heng responded and looked at Huniu again. He was afraid that she would cry if he left. He thought for a while and said: "Huniu, my godfather has to go to work. You go Can you have fun with grandma? I’ll bring you something delicious when my godfather comes back.”
The tiger girl with a piece of toffee in her mouth nodded obediently when she heard this. In fact, this grandson is just a peacock, showing off his emotions. For the little guy with food in his mouth, there is no other way to grab her at this time. Food, not to mention he left, even if he took Ya out and shot her, he wouldn't feel bad.
“So good!”
Chu Heng smiled and pinched Xiaojia's chubby cheeks, then stood up, put her in cotton clothes, and carried her out the door.
Seeing the Niu Ma brothers squatting outside the door chatting, he threw a box of cigarettes over and said, "Wait here for a while, and I'll leave soon."
"Alas."
A few people nodded with smiles on their faces.
Chu Heng then turned around and went to the old lady's room. It happened that Chu Zhecheng had just woken up at this time and was lying on the hot stove, making noises.
"Hey, the eldest son is awake!"
He glanced at his fat and white son, strode forward, handed Huniu to the old lady Wu Xiumei, and said: "I have to go to work, Hu Niu Girl, just watch.”
“Go ahead and do your thing.” Wu Xiumei nodded with a smile.
“Dad is gone, son.” Chu Heng turned to look at the prince of the Chu family again, smiled, picked him up and kissed him, and finally grabbed a handful of the little guy’s crotch and said, “Here it is, dad. Grab a bird and eat it!”
“Wow wow wow...”
He was a little too forceful this time, and Chu Zhecheng, who was looking at him curiously, opened his mouth and burst into tears on the spot.
"Hey, he just woke up and is having a tantrum. Why are you teasing him when you say you're fine?" The deaf old lady reached out to snatch the child away in distress, and while coaxing her, she kicked Chu Heng. Drive away angrily Said: "Hurry up and go to your class!"
"Tsk, this little brat can't help teasing you!" Chu Heng smiled coquettishly, and couldn't help but touch Hu Niu's head. Just turned around and went out.
Then he went back to the main room, closed the door and took out a bunch of beautiful knives in a net bag. This was all the royalties given by Chrissy during this period. When he came back The money that had been specially taken out and prepared to be handed over to Meng Huazhi personally amounted to more than 500,000 yuan.
As for why it is packed in a mesh bag?
Of course, he is pretending to be a saint in front of others!
He took out the money and put it aside. Then he took out some cigarettes and alcohol from the specialties he secretly bought and kept in the warehouse and put them into an empty suitcase, preparing to give them to the project team later. The person sends one hair.
Then, Chu Heng went to find a heavy suitcase among the luggage he brought back, which contained the best-selling books from Citigroup in recent years that Chrissy had collected for him.
“Work together!”
After digging out the suitcases, Chu Heng came out of the main room with the two suitcases and the net bag.
"Give it to me, Master Chu."
When the brothers Maverick and Xiaoma met, they hurried forward and reached out to pick up the few things he was carrying.
One of the men took the net bag and looked at the colorful banknotes inside, and asked doubtfully: "Master Chu, are you going to visit a grave soon?"
"What grave should I go to? Going to the grave?" Chu Heng looked over in confusion.
"Huh? Why are you using the paper money if you don't go to the grave?" The man became even more confused.
Mavericks, who had seen the American knife, glanced at him, smiled, scolded and kicked him: "What the hell is paper money? That's American knife, Citi's money, you idiot!"
Xiao Ma heard the sound and turned to his side. He glanced at his head and was immediately speechless: "Master Chu! Do you want four to five million?"
"Absolutely." Chu Heng smiled and nodded. "How much?"
The man suddenly shivered with fright and almost lost his grip on the net bag in his hand.
"Oh my god, I have never burned so much money for my ancestors before I went to the graves during the Qingming Festival!" Another man murmured, looking at the money.
"Master Chu, I, I, I... I don't dare to take it!" The man carrying the money fearfully handed the net bag to Xiao Ma: "Brother Ma, please give me the box, and we will exchange it. I'm afraid of losing it."
"Go away, are you afraid of me?" Xiao Ma hurriedly avoided the snake. He really wanted to lose this four to five million yuan. It’s not enough for a whole family to buy.
"Which one of you can take it?"
The man had no choice but to look at the others for help.
"Don't look at me, I've never seen so much paper money."
"You'd better take it yourself."
The rest of the people also ran away.
“Look at your potential, give it to me quickly.” Chu Heng stepped forward and took the money, dumbfounded, and then waved his hand and led them away.
After leaving the yard, Xiao Ma and the others ran to the rented yard diagonally across the street. Soon they came out with a dozen big-bodied men pushing bicycles, each with their waists full of blood. Take the guys with you.
"Get in the car, Master Chu!"
Chu Heng looked at the brothers gathered in a circle around him, waved his hands funny and said: "There is no need for such people, just two of them will come with me. "Sure, there's no need to mobilize so much force."
He had a bicycle next to him, and Maverick, who was about to take him, looked at this guy Mingmu when he heard this. He boldly picked up the hundreds of thousands of dollars in his hand and said with a wry smile: "It's better to get more people, Mr. Chu, or I'm not sure, after all, it's hundreds of thousands."
"Okay. Well, if you want to follow, just follow." Chu Heng stepped forward wordlessly and sat on the back seat of Maverick's bicycle, and then the group set off in a mighty manner.
Except for Chu Heng, all the people in this group were nervous along the way. They were all wary of the passers-by on the street, looking at everyone like robbers. There was even a young man who was so close because He got so close that he got kicked.
A group of people just rode their bicycles for twenty minutes to scare themselves, and finally arrived at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
“Give me your things and take them all back.”
Chu Heng got off the car at the door, took the suitcase from their hands, then turned and walked inside.
“Hey, the God of Wealth is back?”
When the old man saw him, he smiled and waved hello, and then he found a pocket of beautiful knives in his arms. Stunned: "Oh my god, how much money did you bring back this time? How much does it cost?"
"Not much, four to five million." Chu Heng put down his things with a smile, took out a box of Haocai cigarettes from his pocket and threw it over: "Try the cigarettes you brought back from outside."
" Oh, thank you, thank you." The old man took it hurriedly.
“You’re welcome, please rest, I have something to do, see you later.” Chu Heng smiled at him, picked up his things and walked towards the office building in a hurry.
“This God of Wealth, shit, this God of Wealth, shit…”
The old janitor with little education looked at the net bag in his hand and sighed repeatedly.
"What's going on, man?"
At this time, a ministry official came back from outside. Hearing him curse, he came over and asked, "Who are you scolding?"
“ I didn't scold anyone."
The old man rolled his eyes at him, and then said enthusiastically: "Hey, guess who I just saw?" "Who is it?" Face asked curiously.
"God of Wealth!" The old man grinned, shook the cigarette in his hand, and showed off: "Give me a box of foreign cigarettes."
"Hey, good luck? This cigarette is pretty good. , I heard it costs several yuan a box. We, the God of Wealth, are really rich. Ah!" The clerk was also well-informed. He looked at the cigarette box and raised his eyebrows. He smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "Man, come and have a taste."
"I have to taste it." Keep it, let’s get some cigarettes from relatives during the Chinese New Year. If you want cigarettes, go to the God of Wealth. If you want to go, he must still have it." When the old man heard that it was so expensive, he hurriedly put it in his pocket and said with a mysterious face: "By the way, guess how much the God of Wealth will bring this time."
"Looking at you, you shouldn't bring anything less." The clerk pondered for a moment. , boldly guessed: "Two hundred thousand dollars?"
"If it's less, he can spend tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands at home. Two hundred thousand dollars would look down on us, the God of Wealth. You have to turn around every time you turn around!" The old man bared his teeth and smiled.
"Four to five million?!!!" The clerk's eyes widened in excitement, and then he hurriedly got on his bicycle and walked inside.
"No, I have to report it to the leader quickly. If we start too late, our company may not even have any soup left!"