Because most of the people in Building 3 were already in the car in an orderly manner, in order to avoid being stopped by reporters or police when going out. The bamboo flute pulled Weng Linghua out of the special safe passage. When I went down to the first floor, I happened to bump into Chu Li, who had just let Xiao go.

When he saw Chu Li, Weng Linghua was also taken aback: "Hey, Brother Chu Li, why are you here." Didn't you just follow me?"

"Lost, walked and walked to get here. Chu Li said that he had written a draft, "It seems that someone is coming, are you hungry, let's find something to eat." ”

At six o'clock in the evening, the three of Chu Li, who were driving during the rush hour after work, finally found a restaurant that was not bad. But Weng Linghua ate too much at noon, so when a table of delicacies came up, it didn't arouse her appetite.

However, I didn't eat anything during the day, and the bamboo flute, which was highly nervous in the film and television city, ate a little more than before.

After eating a few bites of high-end steak fried to six maturity, Chu Li said to the two girls: "Do you have any places to go after eating, if not, we will go back to Fengling, it is not too early." ”

"How's that going to work? Weng Linghua, who was drinking special hot milk tea, said, "There will be no classes tomorrow and Saturday, so why do you go back early." And we also received an invitation to a birthday party, which we plan to check out tonight. ”

"Birthday party invitation?"

Chu Li took the invitation letter that Weng Linghua took out of his pocket and glanced at it: "This Duranger...... Who is it?"

"Eh, you just need to know that people are big stars. Weng Linghua snatched the invitation back, "I'm going to take the bamboo flute to see it tonight." ”

"Zhu Xiao experienced a terrorist attack by an explosive today, and needs to rest at night to calm down. ”

But in fact, today's events did not have any impact on Zhu Xiao's mentality, and Zhu Xiao saw that Weng Linghua was looking forward to tonight's birthday party, and Zhu Xiao didn't want to sweep the interest of his good friends.

So she raised her hand slightly: "That...... Actually, it doesn't matter if I go there. ”

"See, no. Weng Linghua hugged the bamboo flute, "My wife is still facing me." What's more, after experiencing the things of the day, you must have to harp at night to effectively relieve the tension. ”

Chu Li, who was eating pan-fried salmon, thought to himself: Women are really difficult to serve.

Chu Li put down the knife and fork in his hand: "Okay, since you are going, I can also go to meet a friend here." But you can't play too late, the birthday party starts at eight o'clock, and I will pick you up at ten o'clock and return to Fengling. ”

Zhu Xiao blinked: "Why don't you stay in the hotel for one night." ”

Chu Li smiled: "If your sister Yulan knows that I will take you out for one night, you may have to peel off my skin the next day." ”

......

The place where the celebrity named Duranger held his birthday party was the Dongjiang Hotel, the largest hotel in Dongjiang City. It is said that he reserved most of the floor to hold a birthday party, which shows his amazing wealth and influence.

When Chu Li drove the two of them to the door of the Dongjiang Hotel at eight o'clock, he had already heard all kinds of mixed sounds coming from the hotel.

There is a special doorman at the door of the hotel to help others park, just give him the car keys, and you don't have to worry about whether there is a parking space

Title. But even if parking is not a problem, the security guard who stopped Chu Li at the door is still a problem.

Weng Linghua said to the five big and three rough security guards at the door: "Big brother, both of us are people with invitations, so we really can't be accommodating, let's bring a friend in?"

The security guard said dutifully: "I'm sorry Miss, according to the regulations and the safety of visitors, only people with invitations can enter the banquet hall today." ”

"This rule is dead, but man is alive, you say yes or no. ”

"No!" said the security guard solemnly, "for me, it is my duty to obey the rules. ”

"You ......"

Weng Linghua was about to scold, but Zhou Li, who gave the invitation to the two of them, came over: "Hey, you two are also here, I thought you weren't coming." ”

"Brother Zhou Li, you're here. Weng Linghua greeted him very happily.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Zhou Li's mouth: "Well, I stayed at the police station for a while, and I was late." That one...... Bamboo flute player, right, did today's incident scare you, and you ran out all of a sudden. ”

"It's okay, it's okay. Zhu Xiao waved his hands in front of his chest, "Then, the matter of the qualifiers ......"

Zhou Li pursed his lips: "I haven't received any definite news yet, but the show should still go on, after all, the sponsors' money is in place." Huh, who is this?"

Weng Linghua preemptively said, "Oh, he is the temporary guardian of the two of us. ”

After Chu Li and Zhou Li shook hands and greeted each other, Weng Linghua proposed: "Brother Zhou Li, do you have any extra invitations, the security guard at the door said that Brother Chu Li would not be allowed to enter without an invitation." ”

"Invitations?" Zhou Li touched his pocket, "It doesn't seem to be any, it should have been sent out." But in fact, it doesn't matter if you don't have a guardian, there are special security personnel in the hotel, and the waiter will not hand alcohol to minors. ”

Chu Li helped his glasses: "It's okay, you two just go in." My friend is also in this hotel, and she should come down to pick me up later. I'll call you around ten o'clock to ask you to come out. ”

"Friend?" Zhou Li frowned and looked at Chu Li, looking at the extremely simple and simple set of clothes on his body, with a disdainful expression in his eyes, "Brother Du just called me to urge me, so I will go in first, you guys talk first." ”

Not long after persuading Weng Linghua and Zhu Xiao into the hotel, a manager in a black suit rushed out of the hotel.

"It's Mr. Chu Li, eh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

The manager hurriedly held Chu Li's hand, "I was waiting for you inside, but I didn't expect you to be stopped by the security guard, the security guard is a pimple, don't be like him, I'll take you in right now." ”

Chu Li let go of the other party's hand: "People just do things according to the rules, but it's you, it's too late." ”

Perhaps knowing the energy Chu Li had at hand, the manager was already sweating profusely, and he said while slapping his face: "My pot, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Ms. Ye, she has been waiting upstairs for a long time, do you want to ......?"

The Dongjiang Hotel has a total of 18 floors, and the star Duranger has chartered 13 floors in order to hold a banquet. The remaining five floors were occupied by another person of higher status.

In order to make full use of the hotel's space, Dongjiang Hotel also designed the roof of the building as a garden building that is much more luxurious than the presidential suite. Every inch of the rooftop is carefully modeled after an ancient garden.

Although the cost and maintenance fees are high, the hotel earns more, after all, staying in the heavenly garden for a day is definitely the top enjoyment.

After taking the elevator with the manager all the way to the rooftop, Chu Li walked alone in the garden world in the dead of night.

There is a small artificial lake in the rooftop garden, and there is a small pavilion by the lake, on which is lit, and a woman sits under the lamp. The woman was dressed in a blue and white costume, with a hairpin on her head and a poke of hair still draped over her back.

Although there was a cool breeze blowing on the rooftop, it had little effect on the two monks.

The woman who was quietly making tea alone in that pavilion was the friend Chu Li was going to see tonight. She is also a monk in Chu Li Feixin's group who has practiced for a hundred years, and the group name is "Great Fierce Immortal Gu". The person who told Chu Li to realize his childhood dream of being able to exorcise the demons in his heart was this woman whose real name was Ye Temple.

Walking into the pavilion and sitting down, Chu Li looked at the Yima Pingchuan on the chest of the Eye Leaf Temple: "You are the 'Great Fierce Immortal Aunt'?"

Seeing Chu Li's eyes, Ye Si smiled with his sleeve and said, "The screen name is still fake after all, just call me Ye Si." ”

Chu Li took a sip of the fragrant tea handed by Ye Si: "I usually see you smug when you talk in the group, but I didn't expect it to be so antique in reality." ”

"It's not like this on weekdays when I'm doing business at work, and it's only when I take a break late at night that I think about life like this a long, long time ago. ”

Chu Li took a bite of the pastry on the table: "It seems that many people in the group are now big bosses in the company, what do you do." ”

Ye Si served tea to Chu Liman: "If Gongzi asks about my work in the monks' circle, I will say that I am in the intelligence industry." ”

"You prepared an extra cup in advance, also because you received information that I would be here?"

Ye Si Wan'er smiled: "That's not it, that cup was actually brought over just now." I want you to be a guest, but I just want to do my best to be a landlord. What's more, my team and I are engaged in intelligence trading in the white market, and we will not collect all kinds of gossip like black market merchants. ”

The white market and the black market in the monastic world are two very different concepts. Those who engage in intelligence in the white market are similar to normal businessmen. After the initial owner of the information sells the information to the tipster, the white-market tipsters sell the information to the more needy people at a higher price, earning the difference in the middle.

In the eyes of white market merchants, intelligence is a commodity that can be measured. Like most white market merchants, the buying and selling of intelligence is also about credibility.

But that's not the case on the black market. For black market tipsters, intelligence is their tool for profit. So most of the ways they get intelligence are through espionage, stealing, eavesdropping, etc. More importantly, they don't care if the information is true or not.

Because for most black market shops, they are only responsible for buying and selling, and do not have any responsibility for the safety and authenticity of the products. Therefore, in the black market, it is easy for monks to buy false information.

Chu Li drank all the fragrant tea in the cup: "You called me here today, is it really just for the friendship of the landlord?"