Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

This kind of thing is not uncommon in Hong Kong, but it is definitely explosive news, especially among people in the circle, and the news spread quickly.

At noon, Shanying and several of his brothers were having lunch at a store not far from the vegetable market. One of his brothers came over and whispered, "Brother, something happened. Boss Du is dead. He was blown into eight pieces at home."

Shanying was shocked. Although he wanted him to die, he didn't have the ability to do it.

"Let him die. It has nothing to do with us. Gather all the brothers and work hard. Cheer up in the afternoon and be careful to prevent anyone from coming to cause trouble."

"Okay, big brother." Shanying was extremely nervous. He had a conflict with Boss Du a few days ago, so he was a suspect. If they wanted to retaliate, the first person they would retaliate against would be him.

Suddenly I thought, this is not right.

Boss Chen was rescued right after Boss Du was killed. Although he was not a big shot, he had an annual income of over 100 million, hundreds of brothers under him, and hundreds of close followers who were good at fighting. It was really terrible that he just disappeared without a sound.

As Shanying walked out of the door, two Arthurs came and blocked his way: "Shanying, come back with us to cooperate with the investigation."

"I'm very busy. I won't tell you what's going on here. If you ask me to go back, I will. It's really embarrassing."

"Where were you this morning from eight to twelve?"

"I'm at the vegetable market. I'm the one who brings in cartloads of vegetables. If it weren't for me, half of the people in Hong Kong wouldn't be able to eat roast goose rice."

"Who testified for you?"

The two Arthurs were still a little young, and it might be just a routine matter. They simply asked a few people and confirmed that Shanying had been in the vegetable market that morning, so they stopped talking and went back.

In the evening, Boss Chen hosted a banquet in his private restaurant to entertain Liu Xia Lian and others. Even the baby was there with him. This period of time was indeed too tiring.

Chen Guoqing and Shanying accompanied him.

The dishes are also made with care. They are Northeastern dishes. The portions are acceptable, but they are superficial and lack the essence. In fact, they are still a little lacking.

The finale, Feilong soup, was very well made and tasted great. Two clay pots were used. Unfortunately, the table was full of rough people and they finished it in a few bites. Li Daniu picked up the clay pot and drank up the last bit of soup.

"It tastes good, it tastes good, better than the Feilong soup I make at home."

The chicken stewed with mushrooms was also served in double portions, and it was probably pheasant that was used, the meat was quite good.

Zhao Yong looked at it and shook his head: "Old Chen, your imperial chef is a fake, right? The Qing Dynasty originated from Changbai Mountain, and Northeastern cuisine is what the imperial chefs must learn."

Old Chen smiled and said, "Dayong is right. I am a royal chef who is just trying to fool people for money. Essentially, I am a Cantonese chef. Cantonese dishes are very small in quantity and are very delicate. Asking him to cook Northeastern dishes is really an overkill. But people in Hong Kong like this, so there are queues of people eating here every day."

Liu Xia Lian arranged for Zhao Yong: "You will cook tomorrow's meal, and Daniu will help. We should not disturb Brother Chen's chef when we are eating. They are very busy here. This clay pot of Feilong soup will take two hours to cook."

"Okay, I promise to complete the task. This little thing won't be difficult for me."

After everyone chatted for a while, Chen Guoqing suggested: "There are still many fun places in Hong Kong. I will accompany you to play around tomorrow."

Liu Xia Lian shook her head: "Brother Chen, don't treat us as guests. You are very busy, just go and do your work. I will ask Shanying to arrange two cars for us, nothing else is needed. Zhao Yong and Daniu will cook at home tomorrow morning and give instructions to Shanying's men. Shaoyang doesn't like the crowds, so sleep at home. Zhao Hua, Daya and the children will visit Mr. Jin tomorrow morning. I opened a martial arts school and want to invite Mr. Jin to come and take a look to increase its popularity."

Chen Guoqing was extremely surprised: "Is it Mr. Jin who wrote martial arts novels?"

"Yes."

"He's a famous person, the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, a guest of honor of the Hong Kong government, and a well-known figure in Hong Kong. It's not easy to meet him."

"It's okay. I've met Mr. Jin a few times and we usually exchange letters. It's polite to come over and see him. I'll call Mr. Jin tomorrow morning to make an appointment. If he's busy, that's fine."

Talking about the hotel again, Chen Guoqing invited Liu Xialian to open a store in Pengcheng. Liu Xialian shook her head: "Not yet, maybe in a few years. But this time I have to buy a few houses in Pengcheng first, and then buy some land, and I will definitely come here in a few years."

Chen Guoqing was very happy. Liu Xialian was his support. If she came, no one in Gangcheng would dare to mess with him. Although Shanying had some strength, it was still much worse. In Gangcheng, strength was everything. Everything else was nonsense.

The next morning, Liu Xia Lian was still worried that Mr. Jin was not available, so she immediately called Mr. Jin to make an appointment.

However, Liu Xia Lian's idea was obviously unnecessary. Mr. Jin was very happy when he heard that Liu Xia Lian was coming to see him.

Shanying sent two cars to take Liu Xia Lian, Zhao Hua, Daya and the baby to the luxury residential area where Mr. Jin lived.

Zhao Hua sighed: "Gangcheng is such a small place, ordinary people live in pigeon coops, how come there are so many villas here?"

Shanying introduced: "Hong Kong is like this. The rich are as wealthy as a country, while the poor live in a two-square-meter coffin room with the bed on the toilet. I didn't expect to make so much money by writing a novel or making a TV show or movie. If I had known, I would have gone to school."

Liu Xia Lian comforted Shan Ying: "Practicing martial arts can also make money. Look at those boxing champions with gold belts. Their appearance fees are hundreds of thousands."

Shanying didn't comment, but smiled awkwardly and said, "Sister, I'm just sighing. Actually, I'm very satisfied with my current life. I have money, women, and brothers."

When the car arrived at No. 1 Peak Road, Mr. and Mrs. Jin were waiting at the door.

Liu Xia Lian jumped out of the car holding the child, Zhao Hua followed closely and took the child, and Daya also followed.

Mr. Jin's face was full of smiles: "Mr. Liu, Mr. Zhao, Daya, welcome."

In Hong Kong, if a lady is called "sir", it means she is highly respected. Shanying dared not interrupt in such an occasion, so he parked the car and waited outside.

Mr. Jin's villa was really big, with two floors, servants and a housekeeper. The living room on the first floor was at least 70 or 80 square meters, very spacious, with antique sofas that seemed to be made of mahogany, and agarwood burning on the table, but Liu Xialian's children sneezed when they smelled the fragrance, so Mrs. Jin led Zhao Hua to the small living room next door to sit down.

Liu Xia Lian put the gift box in her hand on the table: "Uncle Jin, I came in a hurry and didn't prepare any gifts. This is a paperweight of the Heavenly Sword. You can put it on the desk."

Mr. Jin took a look at it and was surprised: "This is imperial green. You really put a lot of effort into carving the Heavenly Sword with this. It's obviously the style of the Northern School. The work of a master is indeed extraordinary."