Originally, Zhou Xiaoyu wanted to repeat his old trick, find a photo of the leader of the Health Bureau, use the surgical card to make a living person, and let the aunt at the consultation window open a back door for herself.

As a result, I went around the entire hall, but I couldn't find a single photo, so I had to accept my fate.

He walked out of the health bureau, racking his brains and not thinking of a good solution.

If you follow the procedure, I am afraid that it will not be possible to do what is printed and what is certified. Because some of the certificates in it need to be issued in Jincheng, and you need to go to it yourself.

In addition, one or two of these documents are estimated that Zhou Xiaoyu will not be able to get them. For example, he doesn't have such a thing as a household register. Of course, you can ask the local police station to issue a certificate, but it will take a while.

Zhou Xiaoyu thought too much, so he had to put this aside for the time being, and went back to call Dean Wu to discuss it to see if there was any other way to go.

A day has passed in the blink of an eye.

It was night, the lights were on, and the lights of thousands of homes decorated the city like a dream.

Located in the new district, the Baile Club is one of the hottest night clubs in the entire Tuocheng. At night, it's overcrowded.

However, the peak of the flow of people in the Baile Club is after ten o'clock, and it is only eight o'clock at this moment, and the club has just opened for business, and the front door seems relatively deserted.

A silver-gray Mercedes came up to the gate, making a screeching brake sound.

The door opened, and a burly figure came out of it.

It was a middle-aged man about forty years old, wearing a long black trench coat with a cocked collar, and a gloomy face on that national character face.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when he looks forward to it, it always makes people feel that his eyes light up a little vermilion.

Two more people came down in the Mercedes Benz, a man and a woman, between twenty-five and thirty years old. He looks ordinary, but his eyes are sharp, and when they look at him, he will feel uncomfortable.

The three men walked straight to the gate.

A waiter from the club stepped forward to greet him: "Good evening, welcome to Park, have you booked a private room?"

The man in the trench coat didn't speak, and another younger man behind him stepped forward and said, "Let's find Mr. Mei." ”

The waiter was stunned for a moment and said, "Mr. Mei is not in the club at night, if you want to find her, please come during the day." ”

The man in the trench coat pushed the waiter impatiently and said, "Don't talk nonsense, call her quickly, and say that Akame is looking for her!"

The waiter was at a loss, and at this time, a hearty laugh rang out: "It turned out to be Mr. Akame of the Red Turban Regiment, who was disappointed and welcomed." Mr. Mei is in the office, please come with me. ”

Mei Lingxue's male assistant Ma Yunxiang walked over, nodded to the waiter, motioned for the three to hand it over to him, and then gestured to the three of them.

Akame snorted and said in a deep voice, "I'm tired of leading the way." ”

Taking the elevator to the top floor of the clubhouse, Ma Yunxiang led the three of them into the general manager's office. In the office, Mei Lingxue sat lazily in a chair, wearing a high-forked cheongsam tonight, holding her small golden cigarette stick in her hand, and was swallowing clouds.

When Akame came in, his eyes fell on Mei Lingxue, and then went all the way down, enjoying the beauty.

Especially on the mutton fat white jade under the high fork of the cheongsam, he stayed for the longest time, which made Cen Yongwei, who was standing behind, snort softly to show her dissatisfaction.

Mei Lingxue didn't care, spit out a smoke ring and said, "Mr. Akame is here, I don't know what to do with our Baihuamen?"

Akame stepped forward and said, "Mr. Mei, Ming people don't say dark words. A few days ago, one of my right-hand men died inexplicably. You Baihuamen have always been well-informed, so you must know about this, right?"

Mei Lingxue bowed her jaw and said, "I've heard of it." ”

Akame said, "I want to know, who killed him?"

Mei Lingxue smiled and said, "No problem, I can tell you." But Mr. Akame, what are you going to buy this news for?"

Akame gestured, and the woman behind him handed him a bank card, and Akame slapped the card on Mei Lingxue's desk: "There is a million in this, it should be enough to buy a message from Mr. Mei, right?"

Mei Lingxue chuckled, and the mountains on her chest rose and fell, making Akame can't help but look at it a few more times.

She shook her head and said, "One million is a lot, but Baihuamen is not short of money, Mr. Akame, please take the card back." ”

Akame suddenly said angrily: "Mr. Mei, then what do you want?"

Mei Lingxue lazily stretched out her palm, five green and jade-white fingers spread like fans, she looked at her fingers and said lightly: "Baihuamen are all delicate women, we need someone else's protection." In this way, if Mr. Akame agrees to serve us for a year, this news will be sold to you. ”

"What, do you want our Red Turban Regiment to serve you Baihuamen?" Akame slammed his fist on the desk and shouted angrily, "What are you kidding!"

Mei Lingxue smiled and said, "In that case, pony, send off." ”

Ma Yunxiang immediately turned sideways, raised his hand and said, "A few please." ”

"Wait!" Akame snorted, nodded and said, "Okay, if the information provided by Mr. Mei is reliable, our Red Turban Regiment will give you a year's work!"

Mei Lingxue spit out another smoke ring: "Don't worry, the news of Baihuamen has always been reliable." Otherwise, Mr. Akame wouldn't have come to the door, am I right?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Mei Lingxue looked at her assistant, Ma Yunxiang took out a plastic bag, handed it to Akame and said: "This is what we found at the scene of the explosion that day, according to our investigation, this style of lighter is now sold in only one place in the entire Tuocheng." ”

Akame immediately asked, "Which place?"

Ma Yunxiang said succinctly: "Xiaoguanyuan, old Dong Yangxing." ”

Akame put his things away, turned around and left.

After they left, Cen Yongwei said softly: "Sister Xue, it's too strange. Although a cadre of the Red Turban Regiment died, Akame, the boss, must ask for an explanation. But for the sake of a cadre, Akame actually agreed to our conditions... Is his subordinate that valuable?"

Mei Lingxue took a puff of her cigarette and said with a faint smile: "It's not his cadre who is valuable, if my guess is correct." Valuable, I'm afraid it's what his cadre did in Tuocheng. ”

Cen Yongwei nodded and said: "So that's the case, according to this, the Red Turban Regiment's plot in Tuocheng is not small." Otherwise, they would not be willing to serve us for a year for the sake of a message. ”

Mei Lingxue said: "Yes, but this deal depends on whether Akame and them can talk about it tonight." If they don't come back, I'm going to do a loss-making business. ”

Cen Yongwei was surprised: "Sister Xue, do you think they have gone or not?"

Mei Lingxue shook her head: "I don't know, but I always feel that things won't be so simple." It's not good that this lighter is also a clue deliberately left by someone, so that Akame can obediently send it to the door. ”

Cen Yongwei shouted lightly: "How is it possible, even if it is a frog, you can't eat the red scarf group steadily." That Akame is also a B-class energy inhuman..."

Mei Lingxue looked out the window and looked far away: "Who knows, in this world, there are more places where the dragon and the crouching tiger are hidden." Even in this small city, it is not surprising that there are some unknown masters. ”