Chapter Eighty-Nine: Duck Blood Fans
Updated: 2011-09-06
Waving his hand and smiling to see Huang Meihua and Li Yundao disappear from the visma, Ma Gongde carefully picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number with a shortcut key of "1": "Brother Bin, the person is gone." β
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before he said, "Come in!"
Ma Gongde, who had the temperament of an artist, turned around and entered the "Lakeside No. 1" club, the elevator went to the fourth floor, got out of the elevator, and deliberately looked around, before walking to the door of the room with room number "50", not ringing the doorbell, but only knocking lightly three times.
The one who opened the door was an elegant middle-aged man in a green lake-colored robe, who was Wen Bin, who had appeared in the Qin family a few days ago, a military and division-level figure in the Qin lineage. The room is comparable to the suite of a first-line five-star hotel, the suite with room number 50 is reserved by Ma Gongde for Wen Bin for a long time, the interior decoration and even the furnishing pattern are the same as Wen Bin's house in the Zhongyin Crown Garden, the main color of mahogany and red sandalwood is decent, which is somewhat similar to the old Qin Guhe.
Tea was being boiled on the coffee table in the living room, and it was obvious that before Ma Degong came in, this gentle and elegant man had been drinking kung fu tea in the living room with room number 50, including when Ma Gongde passed by here with Huang Meihua and Li Yunlu just now, he was just hidden.
Ma Gongde is also a person in the tea ceremony, as soon as he saw the good Wuyi Mountain big red robe on the table, his eyes were red, and when he sat down, the water in the electric kettle boiled to the set temperature, and after washing the tea set for the first time, Wen Bin made a cup for Ma Gongde unhurriedly, and then smiled indifferently: "How is it?"
Ma Gongde took a sip of the fragrant tea in his spleen, shook his head and said: "I can't see the depth, I don't know if it's because Uncle Huang is present, so he is very low-key." β
Wen Bin himself made a cup, holding the purple sand cup and said with a smile: "How can the person in Qin Ye's picture be seen through by you so lightly?"
Ma Gongde smiled self-deprecatingly: "That's right, Brother Bin, don't say it, I really can't see that this little guy has the courage to enter the bandit's den alone, do you think there is something greasy here?"
"I don't know if it's boring, but the old man has always been very accurate in seeing people. Wen Bin drank tea and said quietly, "As for the value of force, this is not a question I need to care about!" Wen Bin himself is a weak scholar-type underworld figure, only responsible for strategic direction and strategic affairs, and the matter of fighting and killing has always been solved by Lai Shixiong, and the difficulty is too high, often Huang Meihua solves it quietly, and they can't use their brains.
"Very accurate?" Ma Gongde was a little surprised by Wen Bin's answer, "Brother Bin, do you mean that the old man is really going to pass on the mantle to him?"
Wen Bin took a sip of tea, shook his head, and said, "No one knows about this now, the old man said that it makes sense, then it makes sense." β
Ma Gongde frowned and said, "Brother Bin, that's not what you said. It stands to reason that the old man passed on the throne to Uncle Huang, that is something that everyone recognizes, you, Brother Xiong, should not have a second word, after all, people work hard and work hard, and the real strength is placed there. But killing an inexplicable godson halfway is a bit too much to say. Brother Bin, I know you think I talk a lot, but in front of you, you also know, I have one thing to say, two to say, even if Uncle Huang doesn't take over, then at least you should choose one between you and Brother Xiong, right?
"Poof!" Wen Bin slammed the cup on the glass coffee table, startling the fat man, and then, Wen Bin said with displeasure: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I didn't ...... Brother Bin...... This is the thing...... I'm not worth it for you anyway!"
Wen Bin held the cup back and said softly: "No matter what, the old man has the grace of saving my life and knowing me, if the old man must pass on the mantle to this half-grown boy when he is alive, I will never say half a 'no'!
For Huang Meihua's perverted strength, Jiangnan Road has long been known to passers-by, Wen Bin mentioned it, Ma Gongde involuntarily shrank his head, as if his own head could withstand the success of Huang Meihua's big hands, and then, Ma Gongde said in a cold sweat: "No, no, I will also complain in front of you." β
Wen Bin nodded, and helped Ma Gongde pour full tea: "Besides, it's a donkey or a horse, there are a few catties and a few taels, we don't need to try, there will always be people who can't hold back and want to pull it out to try the truth, let's watch from the side first, whether it's a beautiful koi or a dragon and a dragon, it won't take long to have an answer." β
Ma Gongde suddenly: "You mean ......"
Wen Bin smiled and nodded.
Two like-minded men smiled at each other, and the next thing to do was to continue drinking tea and watching a play β watching someone else put on a good show that shouldn't be too bad.
The champagne-colored Buick Encorre didn't drive straight to the next location, but stopped at the door of a small shop next to a primary school with a sign that read "Jinling duck blood vermicelli soup." Huang Meihua didn't explain, but just took Li Yundao directly into the shop. Li Yundao looked at the furnishings in the small shop, there was no difference from some other small shops, but it should have been open for several years, but one thing was very different, maybe the owner had a habit of cleanliness, the shop was surprisingly clean, and there was a chic vase on each table. The small shop is supposed to be a school business, but it was just after eleven o'clock, and the school had not yet ended, and the business in the store seemed a little deserted.
As soon as Huang Meihua entered the door, she led Li Yundao to find a corner seat and sat down, and as soon as she sat down, a woman wearing a pale yellow floral apron walked over with a chic menu and a smile: "Come here!"
Huang Meihua rarely smiled so shyly, nodded and said, "Well, two copies as usual." β
It looks like a woman in her early thirties is not delicate or stunning, but it feels like a glass of calm boiled water, quiet and comfortable. "Okay!
The woman in the floral apron turned around and glanced at Huang Meihua, her calm gaze with some indescribable gratitude.
Li Yundao didn't ask much, but after a large bowl of duck blood vermicelli with ingredients, which was obviously much more than the ordinary amount, he buried himself in eating it all, and even drank it clean with the soup, and the woman sitting not far away was dumbfounded.
"Do you want another bowl?" Huang Meihua, who was about to bottom out in the bowl, smiled, "I thought I was eating fast enough, but I didn't expect that there would be someone better than me, Huo Lan, give Yundao another one!"
The apron woman should be Huo Lan in Huang Meihua's mouth, when Huang Meihua was not yet, she had already entered the kitchen, and after a while, she brought out a bowl of the same amount.
Li Yundao looked at Huo Lan a little dumbfounded, and looked a little embarrassed at the woman: "Silly boy, what are you looking at, eat quickly, your Uncle Huang is usually only two bowls in my place and doesn't go out." β
In fact, Li Da Diaomin speculated in his heart about the identity of the woman in front of him, there was a scar between the woman's eyebrows that was not very clear, but he couldn't see it if he didn't look carefully, and he was so familiar with Huang Meihua, so someone secretly wondered if the woman in front of him was a generation of heroines who used to be in the rivers and lakes and are now hidden in the city.
"Don't think about it, Huo Lan is an ordinary person, different from us. Huang Meihua seemed to guess what Li Yundao was thinking, and said in one word, "It's just that I received the favor of Lord Qin, stayed in Suzhou, said that I wanted to repay the favor, and I refused to leave anything." So I put up a faΓ§ade, the second floor is where she lives now, and a small shop is opened on the first floor to do business for students. β