Peerless Junior Uncle

Then he brought a round plate from downstairs, which contained a bottle of red wine, and opened the door to go in. Since the door was not closed on purpose, He Tingge could clearly hear the dissatisfaction of foreigners coming from inside, saying in broken Chinese that they did not want this kind of red wine.

As he spoke, he told the waiter to go out quickly, and the waiter apologized as planned: "I'm sorry, I delivered the wrong one." After that, he withdrew amidst the sound of urging, and when he closed the door, he deliberately left a gap, nodded to He Tingge, and went down Yes, He Tingge stood at the railing, relying on the slight gap, he could clearly hear the conversation of the people inside.

Although He Tingge had learned a foreign language for a while, he was a little overwhelmed by the smooth content of the dialogue, it was just a few simple words that he could understand.

With a few simple words, He Tingge probably thought of the content of their conversation. If you guessed correctly, these foreigners want to cooperate with Fu Qingcheng and the others. From the time the door opened until now, it has been foreigners talking, but He Tingge has never heard of Fu Qingcheng. sound.

How will he answer?Businessmen are all centered on profit, is he too?He Tingge waited for Fu Qingcheng's answer with a somewhat cold expression.

Yes?or no?

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How will he answer?Businessmen are all centered on profit, is he too?He Tingge waited for Fu Qingcheng's answer with a somewhat cold expression.

Yes?or no?

"It's a great honor to get help from all of you." After a long time, Fu Qingcheng's voice came from inside: "If you have money, it's great for everyone to earn it together." Hearing what he said, He Tingge frowned It was loose, and the fingers on the railing scratched the carvings, and it was a little sticky.

A sneer crossed his lips, perhaps, it should have been like this, but he thought he would be different.

"Why is the young commander standing here?" Just as he was about to leave, Jin Yuyao's voice sounded behind him. It was not loud, but it was a little waking in the quiet corridor at this moment.

When the people in the room heard it, they suddenly lost their conversation. A foreigner opened the door. He Tingge looked past the man and fell on Fu Qingcheng, who was calm and composed on the sofa inside. He was still dressed in a white shirt, elegant and elegant, just in He Tingge's heart. But there was a hint of sarcasm.

"I went to the bathroom. I just passed by and saw you coming up, so I'll wait for you." He Tingge just glanced at him, then turned his head and said to Jin Yuyao gently.

Jin Yuyao looked at the foreigner who opened the door and looked over, she just curled her lips, smiled, said nothing, and said to He Tingge with a smile: "Young Marshal has been waiting for a long time."

"fine."

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about them, the foreigners closed the door and went in.

Fu Qingcheng held the cup in his hand, which contained sweet red wine, he didn't drink it, but his eyes fell on the liquid in the cup, and there was an imperceptible strangeness.

Unexpectedly, Jin Yuyao didn't talk about unnecessary topics this time. It seemed that he just met He Tingge for a meal. After all, He Tingge didn't think he could learn anything from this woman, so he simply didn't ask her. Jin Buyi's daughter, no He's not that bad either.

"Young Marshal has been away all these years, don't you think he wants to get married?" Jin Yuyao poured sake for He Tingge with a generous look, and under the light, there was a slight smile on her delicate face. With a fair complexion, she is a rare beauty.

He Tingge did not reject people thousands of miles away like before, and smiled lightly: "For a person like me who doesn't know when to go out and should make a will, even if he wants to get married, which girl is willing to marry me?"

Jin Yuyao was taken aback, and then covered her lips and smiled: "Young commander is really good at joking. We have seen your achievements over the years for real. Don't belittle yourself here."

"So, is Miss Jin willing to condescend?" He Tingge asked casually.

Jin Yuyao was taken aback by his question, then smiled and said: "What's the matter with the young commander, there are many girls in the Northeast who want to be the wife of the young commander, and Yuyao doesn't know where to go."

Seeing her half-truth and half-false words, He Tingge just shook his head and smiled lightly. If he can grasp Jin Buyi, marrying Jin Yuyao is also a good choice.

It didn't take long to eat, but when he came out, it was still dark, and he didn't know if Fu Qingcheng was still there or had already left, and the door was closed, so he just glanced at it and didn't think about it.

After drinking the wine, I felt a bit of coolness when blown by the wind, which was very comfortable. When He Tingge sent Jin Yuyao to her residence, Mu Lan happened to find him, so He Tingge gave him the car keys and asked him to go back first, while he himself Walking on the road with few people, planning to walk back.

The dim street lamps can barely illuminate the road under our feet. We walked to a small square. There is a statue in the center of the square. It is said to be some famous foreign sculpture. There is a small fountain around it. Water has just been sprayed at this time. , a faint smell of humidity in the air.

He Tingge walked over and sat on the edge of the pool. For some reason, he felt very tired tonight, but he just didn't want to go home and sleep.

There were a few young men and women walking in the square. He Tingge stroked his hair with his hands, sweating a little, and the wind brushed his scalp, making it chilly.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He didn't smoke very much. The pack in his pocket was given to him by Mu Lan last time, so he took it with him. Now he wanted to take a few puffs.

Until the cigarette was in his mouth for a long time, the lighter in his hand still couldn't produce enough sparks to ignite the cigarette butt. He Tingge smiled wryly, and pinched the old lighter in his hand. It seemed that it was time to change it.

"pat"

Suddenly, there was a sound of lighting in the ear, and then, a little fire appeared in the dim night in front of him. He Tingge was taken aback for a moment, and then he leaned over to light the fire. After the smoke lingered, He Tingge saw the person in front of him clearly. He didn't know anyone, but An inexplicably familiar person.

The man was wearing a black windbreaker, which was as long as the knees, with a white shirt inside, black trousers, and black leather shoes, which were similar to his own attire. Based on these alone, He Tingge had a slight liking for this man.

In fact, the man's face could not be seen clearly under the dim streetlights, but just based on the outline outlined by the halo, He Tingge also felt that this man looked upright and resolute.

"Thank you." He Tingge took a puff of cigarette and said lightly.

The man just hooked the corners of his lips, and then sat next to He Tingge: "Young commander, do you have something on your mind?" His voice was calm, with a hint of chill that was hard to detect, perhaps because he acted vigorously all year round.

He Tingge was not surprised that he knew him, but he was a little curious. How come he has never seen such a calm and introverted person?Isn't it from the Northeast?

"No, I'm just passing by, resting my feet." He Tingge accepted his words, and then handed over the cigarette case: "One?"

The man shook his head: "I don't smoke."

He Tingge didn't force it either. Judging from the mint smell blowing in the wind, he probably didn't smoke.

but.......

"The lighter was a gift from a friend." Sensing He Tingge's doubts, the man explained lightly.

He Tingge didn't ask any more questions, but secretly observed this person under the dim streetlight, and that person didn't hide it, occasionally chatting with He Tingge.

When he saw the man habitually raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed from time to time, and the knife wound on the back of his hand was exposed under the cuff, He Tingge knew who this man was, but he didn't understand why he appeared here?

The two didn't talk much. When He Tingge threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, the man stood up and said goodbye: "I ran into the young marshal by chance, and I can chat for a few words. Tonight is not in vain."

"You're welcome." He Tingge stood up and straightened his collar, his lips curled up slightly: "General Cai rarely comes to the Northeast of China, why don't you have a drink another day?"

The man was slightly taken aback, and then laughed out loud: "As expected of No. 1 in Northeast China, Cai Yong is considered knowledgeable today."

He Tingge said noncommittally: "General Cai's prestige has long been heard, and it's nothing new for me to recognize it."

Cai Yong raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything, just folded his body and said: "Today it's getting late, Cai will not bother me, I will have a drink with the young commander sometime."

"Okay." He Tingge just nodded, looking at Cai Yong's back as he walked away, his eyebrows frowned, Cai Yong is not a simple person, Jin Buyi can have today, Cai Yong is indispensable, if he is not naturally wary, Because of his illness, Jin Buyi had already walked sideways.

He is also coming to the Northeast now, it seems that what Jin Yuyao said last time has been put on the agenda.

It was already a few days later when I saw Cai Yong again. After hearing Mu Lan's result, He Tingge pinched the center of his brows and didn't say anything. He just waved his hand to let Mu Lan go down. Mu Lan's cold face showed no expression. He nodded and left.

He Tingge came out of the study, and glanced at his bedroom. Aunt Li, who was packing up, came out of the next guest room, holding a box in her hand.

"Master." Aunt Li greeted, He Tingge nodded: "What is it?"

"Oh, this is the phonograph that Mr. Fu used when he lived last time. The master said that there seems to be something wrong with the phonograph at Madam's place. Let me take this first."

He Tingge glanced at the box in Aunt Li's arms, the trumpet-shaped metal had a gleam of luster, it turned out to be the phonograph used by Fu Qingcheng: "There are still a few records there, you can take them too, I remember Erniang likes to listen to them."

"Hey." Aunt Li was taken aback for a moment, then