It’s a Bit Early To Cross

With just a few words like this, Chu Heng calmly solved the disaster that made Xu Damao grieve.

This is the noodles!

"What happened to Xu Damao?"

Seeing that her husband hung up the phone, Ni Yinghong cast a curious look, her bright eyes blinked like a little eighth woman.

"It's no big deal. Isn't Pang Yu, the new director of the rolling mill, planning to replace the old officials left behind by Li Fugui? Xu Damao is on the list. He really has nothing to do, so he begged me. It just so happens that Pang Yu and I also know each other, so I will help him casually." Chu Heng casually reached out to pick up his wife's bag, as if to say another trivial matter.

"oh."

Ni Yinghong curled her lips in disappointment when she saw that it wasn't some show about cheating or embezzlement, she turned her head and said hello to Aunt Han, Kaka packed walnuts, and left the office with her husband.

"This forced this kid to pretend..."

In the office, Aunt Han was secretly speechless, once again marveling at Chu's broad network.

He knows the new director of the 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 the city who you don't know?

…

The night was getting dark.

The hustle and bustle of the city has also calmed down. Just after seven o'clock, the lights in the residential areas of Forty-Nine City have been extinguished one after another. Only rows of orange street lights stick to their posts, like a person. The sentinel with his head held high.

Little Lihua's Chu residence is brightly lit.

In the courtyard, two dogs were competing with a cat squatting on the wall.

A thin old civet cat, lying lazily and gracefully on the wall, quietly looked at the two silly dogs bouncing around with a pair of golden eyes.

The fence of Chu Heng's house is very high, even if the two dogs have amazing jumping ability, it is very difficult for them to meet the old civet cat.

Even if he used his strength once or twice to jump to the height of the wall, he would be slapped back by the old civet cat's paw, and Ergou couldn't stop barking in anger, but he never tired of it.

In the east room, there is a program on the black and white TV. Xiao Ni, the eldest cousin, and Yang Guizhi are sitting in a row, staring at the TV in front of them without blinking, sometimes laughing together silly, sometimes tensely tense, wholeheartedly investment in it.

Outside, Chu Heng was sprawled on the kang as if he had no bones, holding a book in his hand. On the cover was Spring and Autumn, but inside was an illustrated version of a nine-tailed turtle.

This is a **** book, more energetic than Jin Ping Mei.

The book was written in the late Qing Dynasty, and the author was named Shuliu Shanfang. Most of the content described in this book is about the affairs of prostitution establishments and some prostitution life of clients.

Mr. Hu Shi once said that this book is a guide to whoring.

Some people also say that this is a big white article that satirizes social phenomena. It fully reflects the darkness and corruption of social politics in the late Qing Dynasty, and has a strong realistic critical significance.

As we all know, Chu Heng is a scholar with noble thoughts, and he likes to read these good books with critical meaning, especially those with illustrations.

Therefore, after he got this book, he has always regarded it as a treasure, and will criticize it from time to time.

And just as 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 semi-old western-style building with blue bricks and gray tiles, the tall windows are covered with plastered window covers, and the walls are carved with exquisite European patterns.

This small building was originally owned by a businessman surnamed Huang. Later, it changed hands several times and fell into the hands of Yan Shu. He seldom came here. After Chu Heng knocked his small dilapidated courtyard to waste, he changed his base to here .

now.

The living room of the small building was brightly lit.

With gauze wrapped around his body in many places, Yan Shu Dama, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, sat on the European-style leather sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and drank sips with a sullen face.

Apart from him, there are more than a dozen men and women in the room, sitting or standing scattered around, laughing and laughing, and these people's identities are without exception, all the children of the big courtyard.

Yan Shu has always looked down on those mud-legged people. If it is not necessary, he will basically not associate with those grassroots recalcitrants.

"Squeak!"

At this time, a younger brother came in from the outside. His name was Cheng Yu, he was in his twenties, he was not tall, and he looked good. He was introduced to join Yan Shu's small team two days ago, and he is currently acting as an errand runner.

Cheng Yu stood at the door and walked around, and soon found Yan Shu, and then walked up quickly, and reported respectfully: "Brother Yan, the cars are here, the two are liberated, the one with the shed .”

"Okay." Yan Shu nodded slightly, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, but he didn't pay attention, and his chin was bruised. He frowned in pain, and his face became more gloomy.

He put down his wine glass, touched his aching chin, a look of sternness flashed in his eyes, and after he snorted heavily, he turned around and called a few people to play poker together.

After playing for more than an hour, I lost more than 100 yuan.

A little tired, he threw the remaining 30 yuan in his hand to Cheng Yu who was serving tea and water: "Come here, if you lose, it's mine, and if you win, it's yours."

As he said that, he pulled a woman with a delicate face beside him to stand up, put his arms around her slender waist, and went up to the second floor.

Not long after, there were bursts of extremely suppressed moaning from upstairs, which made the blood of a group of animals boil.

…

At one o'clock in the morning, everything is silent.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta."

Well-dressed Yan Shu came down from the second floor, glanced at a group of brothers who were sleeping in disorder in the living room, shouted a few times to wake them up, and the group of people came out of the small building in a haze, drilled Get into the two Liberation vehicles parked on the side of the road and leave quickly.

"Boom!"

The two cars were speeding along the road one after the other, aiming at No. 139 Middle School.

Yan Shu sat on the co-pilot of the front car, smoking a cigarette with a calm expression on his face, not thinking about what he was going to do later, but 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 that Chu Heng will be kicked out of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in a short time. And the project team that the grandson worked so hard to promote will also become his meal.

At that time, you will definitely go crazy, right?

Thinking of this, Yan Shu couldn't help feeling happy, and his mood became much more comfortable.

…

half past one.

The two trucks drove into the quiet No. 139 Middle School, passed through the playground ~www.readwn.com~, bypassed a row of classrooms, and finally stopped outside the large warehouse door in the backyard.

At this time, the two doors of the warehouse were locked tightly, and there were fourteen or fifteen guys standing at the door waiting for them.

"Crunch!"

After the car came to a complete stop, Yan Shu jumped out of the car first, walked up to those boys with a smile, and after a few polite words, one of them took out the key, turned around and walked to the door, and opened the warehouse door.

This warehouse is so big that the moonlight can't shine in at all, and it's pitch black inside.

After the guy opened the door, he went to the wall and groped for a while, and soon a few light bulbs on the top of the warehouse lit up, and they could see what was inside.

There are many things, and they are also 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 piled up like garbage at this time.