The night was miserable and drizzling.

The weather in Hong Kong is like this, I don't know when it will rain and when it will thunder, and when it will dawn, it will probably be another sunny day, only the wet ground is telling you that it rained last night,

As a cosmopolitan city, Hong Kong's nightlife has always been vibrant, and even if you're at three or four o'clock in the morning, you'll still find very tasty food stalls on the streets, like now.

The sound of the dripping rain ticked on the tarpaulin canopy of the stall, and inside the steaming stall, a young man sat upright.

Song Zhichao was asking the boss to bring up the small hot pot, rolling it with a gurgling voice, bubbling with the aroma of the bottom of the pot.

Eating hot pot on a rainy day, there is nothing more pleasant than this.

At this time, there were only three or four tables of guests in the huge stall, and the other guests were in groups, only Song Zhichao was alone. No, to be precise, he's waiting for someone.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Outside, Edward shook off his drizzle-soaked coat and glanced at his car that had crashed into the road because of his dim vision.

This hot pot stall is not a place, it is in a small alley, there is no large parking lot, so Edward had to park his car on the side of the road nearby, and then ...... Damn bumped into it.

With a stomach full of anger, Edward opened the door curtain of this hot pot restaurant with his hand, and then glanced inside, simple, dirty, and filled with thick white smoke, immediately, Edward frowned, and then, Edward's eyes fell on Song Zhichao--- there is no way, there are so many people in the store, only Song Zhichao is so conspicuous, so lonely.

Edward snorted coldly, and then walked towards Song Zhichao.

Hearing the footsteps, Song Zhichao didn't look back, and said in a soft voice, "Please take a seat." ”

Edward looked around, helplessly, put his wet coat on the back of the chair, and then sat down opposite Song Zhichao.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest and let you come out so late. Song Zhichao took the bamboo chopsticks to stir the soup in the hot pot, as well as the food.

Edward didn't say anything, but took out the tissue he was carrying, and began to wipe the table vigorously, looking impatient.

"Although the environment here is a little worse, the taste of the hot pot is very good. Song Zhichao glanced up at him.

Edward threw away the dirty tissue in his hand, and then said, "What is the matter with you looking for me so late, you can't just eat hot pot, right?"

Song Zhichao took out his chopsticks, put them on the condiment plate, then took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it, bit it on his mouth and smiled: "That batch of goods is mine." ”

Edward also smiled, took out a cigarette from his arms, bit it in his mouth, and said to Song Zhichao, "I know." ”

Song Zhichao stretched out his hand, poured a cup of tea, and handed it over, "Can you open the net?"

Edward glanced at the tea, didn't touch it, and looked up at Song Zhichao: "What do you think?"

"What are the conditions. Song Zhichao spat out the smoke.

Edward smiled, "What do you think of me, dear Song?"

"If you accept my advice, you will be noble, and if you reject my advice, you will be the enemy. Song Zhichao said very politely.

Edward was furious: "Are you threatening me?"

"Is there one?" Song Zhichao shrugged, "If you think it's a threat, then forget it!"

"Hahaha!" Edward laughed, "you're an interesting man, dear Song. ”

"You're not bad, you're willing to come over so late, it looks like you're really interested in me. ”

"Hehe, you seem to know something. ”

"I know you've met with a mysterious person, and I know that you've followed his advice and are trying to seize my cargo. Song Zhichao stretched out his chopsticks, took out a piece of duck blood from the hot pot, put it in a bowl, and then handed it to Edward, and said: "So, I hope you can change the taste--- I heard that you foreigners don't eat duck blood, try it, it will taste very good." ”

Edward glanced at the duck blood that Song Zhichao helped him clip, frowned, and said: "Sometimes the taste is not so easy to change, I am used to eating Western food, and it is difficult to accept this way of eating for you Chinese ......"

"Really?" Song Zhichao looked at him strangely. "Maybe you'll change your mind soon. ”

"Hehehe!" Edward sneered.

Just then, the phone inside Edward's coat rang.

Edward paused for a moment and looked at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao stretched out his chopsticks, scooped up the food in the hot pot, and said, "Take it, maybe it's some good news." ”

Edward answered the phone--- it was from his son, from London, and it was three or four o'clock in the morning.

……

Edward was a native of England and had two sons and daughters, his daughter attending the Hong Kong International High School and his eldest son in London, England, working in the shipbuilding industry. However, the shipbuilding industry is not very prosperous now, and his son's job is to fish for three days and dry nets for two days. The most important thing is that his son is old and has a girlfriend, and he has reached the point of talking about marriage. Before getting married, his son took his girlfriend to a British old villa, but the seller of the villa offered too high a price, asking for 130,000 pounds, and he had to pay it in a lump sum.

For Edward's son, this is a bit embarrassing, and he has no choice but to call his father in Hong Kong for help, but Edward can't do anything, after all, he is a civil servant, although the salary is high, but he does not have the ability to buy a villa at once--- mainly because his money is invested in stocks, as well as Hong Kong real estate, if you want to cash out, you have to lose a lot of money, Edward is a little unwilling.

For this reason, Edward and his son had a very unpleasant quarrel.

But now, his son had called, and Edward couldn't help but be surprised.

But what surprised him even more was that his son told him that someone had bought the classical villa and wanted to give it to himself, and the only request was for him to call his father, Edward.

Edward: "......"

raised his head and glanced at Song Zhichao deeply.

"Don't worry, I'll deal with the villa later!" Edward hung up the phone very neatly, then put the eldest brother on the table and stared at Song Zhichao: "Needless to say, you did this thing!"

Song Zhichao nodded, tasting the enoki mushroom in his mouth, "A little gift is not a tribute." ”

"A small gift, a villa worth 130,000 pounds is also a small gift?"

"In my eyes, it's a small gift, unless you think it's great. Song Zhichao didn't put down his chopsticks, and continued to eat while saying, "You must know that the life and views of rich people are different from those of civil servants like you." ”

Edward, speechless.

Hong Kong's wealthy are generally very low-key, and it is rare to find someone like Song Zhichao.

"What if I don't accept your gift?"

"Simple, then I'll change it to another gift for another person. Song Zhichao added some garlic and coriander to the plate, took out a piece of fat cow, and dipped it in the plate.

Edward: "......"

"Who's that guy?"

Song Zhichao put the fat cow into his mouth and praised it very coolly, then he looked at Edward and said, "Your opponent --- the friend who ran with you for the director of customs, I think, he will be happy to help!"

Edward's heart sank, and he stared at Song Zhichao deadly.

"130,000 pounds, you can do a lot of things, of course, if you become a friend, I am willing to give more money, but if it is an enemy, then it is a different matter!" Song Zhichao was indifferent, continued to eat hot pot, and when he saw that Edward did not speak, he pointed to the piece of duck blood tofu that he had just helped Edward clip, and said with a smile: "Now, the --- I gave you will you eat or not?"

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