Chapter 2102 The return of Yuan Wei Feng
After things were settled, Chu Heng was in a good mood and thought about having a few drinks with Mo Darong: "Come, Uncle Rong, I will drink with you."
"Pa!"
Mo Darong slapped away his hand reaching for the wine pot, pressed his big hand on the wine pot, protected it like a treasure, and said miserably: "Go, go, go , this amount of wine is not enough for me to drink. How many more glasses do you want? Go to my wine cabinet and pick out whatever you want."
"Okay" Chu Heng stood up laughing and crying. , came to the mahogany wine cabinet in the living room, opened the door and took a look, but didn't choose a good one, so he chose a bottle of Maotai that was not too old and came back to have a delicious drink with him.
The two of them talked about the past and the present. The more they talked, the more they became more and more interested. Before they knew it, it was past eight o'clock in the night.
“Dong dong dong.”
Suddenly, a series of heavy footsteps came from downstairs.
Mo Darong, who was already a little drunk at this time, heard and picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "It must be my traitor who comes to you to drink flower wine. After drinking this glass, you can leave, and I will also Let's go to bed and talk some other time."
"Okay." Chu Heng picked up the wine glass and touched it with him, then raised his head and drank it down.
Immediately afterwards, he walked in from the door. His big shiny head was very dazzling under the light. Seeing the two people in the room drinking, he raised his hand and rubbed his big bald head, grinning and said: "After drinking, No, Master? Our brother? The younger brothers set up a table and wanted to have a good time with Master Cen and Brother Chu. "
"What did I say?" Mo Darong glanced at Chu Heng, with a look on his face. Ask, look, am I right?
"You know things like a god." Chu Heng gave him a thumbs up, then stood up, said goodbye to him, went downstairs with Lian Guanglong, and got into the car parked in front of the restaurant. inside.
Cen Hao was also in the car. Knowing that he would definitely go to a bar or nightclub later, this guy changed into a fancy plaid suit. His hair was combed meticulously, and he also applied hair wax and licked it with a calf. Similar.
"Master Chu." When he saw Chu Heng, he bared his teeth and smiled, with excitement in his expression.
"Look at your little girl, you're looking at your back molars." Chu Heng smiled and scolded him, slapped him in the face, and said hello to another person from Zhigongtang in the car, and then the car set off and went An underground nightclub outside Chinatown run by people from Chi Kung Tong.
When they passed by, there was already a group of people waiting. After Chu Heng greeted them around, he sat down to drink with them, brag, and watch the striptease by the way. In the blink of an eye, it was late at night.
The drunken group dispersed and each took a girl away.
Chu Heng thought the quality was too poor, so he didn’t take any of them with him, so he went back to the hotel and went to bed.
The next day.
At around seven o'clock in the morning, Chu Heng, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the noise outside the house.
He opened his eyes in confusion, raised his hands to block the dazzling sunlight coming in through the gaps in the curtains, waited for a while before sitting up, looked at the time again, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
After a while, he came out of the house carrying a leather suitcase and knocked on the door of Cen Hao's room opposite.
“Dong-dong-dong.”
“Dong-dong-dong.”
After knocking several times, Cen Hao, who was wearing lipstick marks on his face, came to open the door. He looked at Chu Heng, who was neatly dressed and carrying a box, and he immediately guessed what was going on: "I know."
After that, he closed the door and went back to sleep.
Every time Chu Heng went to Citigroup in the past few years, he would disappear for a while. He had long been used to it.
“Fuck, you are getting more and more unruly.”
Chu Heng, who wanted to explain a few words, turned around and went downstairs with a curse, spoke to his boss, and went out to get a beating. The car left.
And the purpose of his coming out was naturally the same as the previous times, to sell the bronzes made by Old Man Bao in the warehouse. After Chu Heng left Chinatown, he found a place to disguise himself as usual, and then drove to New York next door. When he got there, he went straight to a company that had been selected to deal in art sales. It took him four days. Just pack up the batch of things in your hands and sell them.
Because he was in a hurry this time, although the quantity of things he brought was more than last time, the price was not negotiated and he only sold it for more than 23 million.
After getting the money, Chu Heng hurried back without even having time to avoid tax.
Because Mo Darong’s master, Cen Hao’s old and strong uncle, Yuan Wei Feng, has returned.
He had something to ask for help, so he was naturally embarrassed to keep people waiting. Moreover, he had stayed at Citigroup long enough this time, and the tax avoidance matter was not urgent. It was not too late to finish the discussion first and then do it.
……
Washington, afternoon, noisy and old Chinatown.
Chu Heng, carrying more than 23 million yuan in his arms, returned here in a taxi with a suitcase and just as he had left.
“That’s it, this is the fare, you don’t have to look for the rest.”
After the car stopped on the street in front of Guangfeng Building, Chu Heng handed the driver five yuan, got out of the car with his luggage, and strode into the restaurant.
It was already past dinner time, and there was no one in the restaurant. A few waiters were laughing and playing cards together, while Mo Darong was sitting behind the cashier, fiddling with his abacus, calculating the few items. Although his main source of income is not here, he still needs to calculate the income, right?
"Brother Chu is back."
When a waiter noticed that he had come in, he raised his hand and greeted him enthusiastically.
Others saw this and hurriedly greeted him. He was generous and often brought snacks such as popsicles and egg tarts to these people, so he was very popular with them.
"Brother Chu!"
"Brother!"
"Oh, I'm kidding you."
Chu Heng responded with a smile and came to the counter.
"I'm back." Mo Darong raised his head and lowered his head again, moving his hands constantly, and said: "Put the things aside and sit downstairs for a while. My master is taking a nap. You should wake up soon.”
"Oh, okay." Chu Heng put the suitcase next to the counter as he was told, took out a cigar and handed one over. He asked first, "What do you mean, old man? Are you willing to help?"
"Hey, Changed it to a cannon?" Mo Darong stopped, took the cigar and smelled it, then put it in his mouth and used the probe handed over by Chu Heng. After the fire was lit, he said: "I will definitely help, but you still have to talk about how to do it. I guess I have to let you get some money."
"This is what it should be." Chu Heng smiled and nodded, his face unmoved. It would be best to use money to solve the problem, but he was afraid that the other party would not want money, which would be the most expensive thing.
The two chatted for a while. After almost twenty minutes, Yuan Weifeng's call came from upstairs.
“Xiao Rong, get some food, I’m hungry.”
"Got it."
After Mo Darong responded, he called a waiter to explain a few words, and then signaled to Chu Heng: "Let's go, I'll go up with you."
< br>“Okay.”
Chu Heng took the gift box he took out from the box and came upstairs with him. As soon as he went upstairs, he saw the old man Yuan hugging a hot white aunt. Sitting in the living room laughing and chatting.