Chapter 1762: Almost Dead
When everyone heard this, their movements all paused.
Chu Heng took this opportunity to snatch away a piece of mutton that Shen Tian was about to take. He dipped it in some sesame sauce and stuffed it into his mouth. He grinned because it was so hot: "I'll drink it!"
" Me too."
Shen Tian rolled his eyes at him and silently put a prawn that he had been staring at for a long time into the bowl. He didn't know where Chu Heng got the prawns. Each one was as big as a palm. !
"Then let me say a few words first."
Ning Guocong took out a handkerchief to wipe the marks on the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "I think Xiaoliu's proposal is quite good considering the current situation. After all, no matter how thick the chopsticks are, they will be broken sometimes. Well, so we still have to hug each other to be stronger, which is like..."
"Just say it."
Seeing him put on a meeting posture, Lang Xiqing, who had a somewhat impatient temper, interrupted him impatiently.
Ning Guocong, who was about to make a long speech, opened his mouth, swallowed back what he was saying, glared at him angrily, and then said: "But, first of all, we have to clarify the purpose of this circle's existence. Set up rules to avoid unexpected things happening in the future and causing unnecessary losses. The second is the issue of confidentiality. Xiaoliu told me very well before..."
Chu Heng listened for a while, but his eyes were blank.
I have eaten half a catty of meat. Why do I feel like I have said so much and not said a single useful word?
Listening to your words is like listening to your words!
"Shut up! What's wrong with you? When you talk in private, don't talk about what is and isn't, okay?"
This time even Che Compaq listened. Not wanting to go any further, he wordlessly put a piece of meat into his bowl, let him rest, and continued: "I'll tell you, Lao Ning. The two of us had met before. In fact, there were two things he wanted to say. First, we must understand that the purpose of our gathering is to keep warm, so we must avoid forming cliques for personal gain. This is a big taboo, and the second thing is to keep it secret, both externally and internally! , don’t claim the existence of this circle, that’s all.”
"You should have said it a long time ago. He talked so much about a few words, and yet he still said nothing useful." Lang Xiqing curled his lips angrily.
"What do you mean a sentence is useless?" Ning Guocong was unhappy and looked over with a frown: "Isn't it because I'm afraid that Xiao Chu and Xiao Liu heard the wrong thing, so I want to break things off? Okay, let’s talk about it brokenly.”
“Yes, yes, you love it.” Rub it wherever you go, I don't have time to listen." Lang Xiqing waved his hands and didn't want to pay attention to him. He turned to Chu Heng and asked: "What do you think about Lao Che?"
"I agree very much."
"That makes sense."
"Then the tone will be set for now." Seeing this, Lang Xiqing picked up his cup and clinked it with everyone, and then mused: "When we get together in a few days, I will propose an initiative to everyone. Then you can help Help."
"Okay."
"Understood!"
Chu Heng and others nodded.
Then they chatted about the current situation and shared with each other some of the news they knew and their judgments of some future situations.
As we were chatting like this, Che Kangbai suddenly tugged on his collar, looked at the Maotai wine on the table, and asked Chu Heng: "Hey Hengzi, is this wine you are buying fake? I usually It’s three or two kilograms, but I haven’t even received a kilogram of wine yet. Why am I a little confused?”
“Don’t tell me, I feel a little dizzy and a little nauseous too.” Liu Haokong also frowned. Raise an eyebrow.
"I feel a little uncomfortable after drinking this wine." Ning Guocong shook his head and looked at Chu Heng suspiciously: "You can't really fool us with fake wine, can you?" "No way, I'm here I bought it from Tianqiao Department Store, how can it be fake? I see, you just drank too much." Chu Heng shook his head and denied it. Just when he was about to say a few words to them, he suddenly felt a little confused and was immediately stunned. .
Although he also drank a kilogram of wine, most of it went into the warehouse, and only one or two kilograms of wine was actually consumed. This is not enough for his one or two kilograms of wine. It's obviously nothing, so how could I feel dizzy?
So...
Chu Heng looked at the charcoal hot pot on the table, and then at the tightly sealed doors and windows.
“F*ck!”
He stood up in a hurry to open the door or window for some fresh air, but he staggered and almost fell down. After he stabilized his body, he felt a lunge He rushed up and opened the two doors. Suddenly, a fresh cold wind came in, making him sober.
Then Chu Heng hurriedly shouted to the people in the room: "Quickly. Come out, come out, we seem to be suffering from carbon poisoning!"
"Fuck, why do you feel so uncomfortable!"
The faces of several people suddenly changed, and they hurriedly helped each other to get up, and staggered out, feeling like they were stepping on cotton under their feet.
Soon, everyone came out of the house, each one like a stranded fat-headed fish, holding on to the fence in front of the door and sucking in the fresh air.
After a while, Liu Haokong, who felt better, said with a dark face: "Can you be more reliable? You almost died while eating hot pot!"
"Oops, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my wife and the others cook the hotpot at my house. I have no experience. I was negligent. I was negligent." Chu Heng smiled bitterly and clasped his fists.
"It's true. We were eating hot pot and chatting, and almost died." Lang Xiqing looked frightened: "We almost collapsed in the middle!"
"How are you guys doing now? How about you? Let's go to the hospital and get some oxygen?" Chu Heng asked anxiously.
These guys are all precious people, and each one is more afraid of death than the other. After hearing this, he felt the physical condition, and felt that his arms, legs, heart, liver, and lungs all felt uncomfortable, so they all flocked to Chu Heng. After running out of the house, we squeezed into Volga and went to the nearest hospital. We breathed oxygen and checked again to make sure everything was fine before leaving.
When they returned to Banchang Hutong, Chu Heng wanted to treat them to a meal to replenish themselves, but they had almost eaten their lives in the hot pot just now. How could they think of eating any more? They just seemed to be running away. He slipped away on his bicycle.
……
In the blink of an eye, the day came to February 1st, the day when Chu Heng and his comrades gathered at six o'clock in the evening. He, who had been sneaking around to play soy sauce last time, became the main sponsor this time.
It was less than three o'clock, and he drove out from home wearing a straight-laced general's t-shirt. He then walked around the city again, found a deserted place and took out a hundred dollars from the warehouse. Many pounds of frozen beef were stuffed into the trunk.
This time their party was the same as last time. Everyone shared the food and drinks. They didn’t choose good or bad, they just took what was available. After all, no one is rich these days. A gathering of dozens or hundreds of people would probably be a waste. Except for the wealthy Chu Heng, everyone can afford it.
Soon Chu Heng packed up his things, got in the car again, and set off towards the meeting place, the food factory auditorium.
It didn’t take long.
Volga came to the food factory. Since he had already greeted Fang Yuchun, he spoke to the guard at the door, drove into the factory, turned a few more turns and came to the outside of the auditorium.