Liao Da, Song Kangning thinks that it is reasonable for him to sit in the base camp of Zhucheng, but the cadres under him must always have someone to come to Pengcheng to sit in battle or deal with urgent affairs.

But now that he has left the cuckoo, it is useless to think about these things, so Song Kangning put this issue down for the time being.

After reversing the car twice, Song Kangning came to Huang Er's residence.

Although a small three-story building with a courtyard is in the downtown but not facing the street, it looks more foreign in appearance, and Song Kangning thinks that this style should be borrowed from the villas on Hong Kong Island.

However, it is obviously not financially sufficient, so the interior decoration of about 400 square meters of living space is not very impressive, and there is no outdoor swimming pool.

But in this area, it is one of the best houses!

Song Kangning stood on the side of the road more than 50 meters away from the house, and on both sides of the road were some more modern clothing and catering shops.

In order not to be obtrusive, she found a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant.

It was not yet lunch time, and it was only time to add food in the morning, so Song Kangning bought a cup of hot milk tea and a piece of toast to sit in the window seat and enjoy it slowly.

Hong Kong-style milk tea is very different from the sweet Taidao boba bubble milk tea, the tea taste is heavy and bitter, but after the aftertaste, it is mellow and smooth.

Song Kangning liked this kind of milk tea with a strong tea flavor very much, drank three sips in a row, and then ate a sip of toast.

I heard the regular customer at the next table saying to the waiter: "Oops, I'm so lucky today!"

"With just one sip, I tasted that today's milk tea was made by Tom Ho. ”

"His tea-pulling and milk-pounding kung fu is really this!"

As she spoke, the wealthy woman in her forties stretched out her thumb and shook it.

Song Kangning raised his eyebrows, it seems that he was lucky to drink a cup of high-level Hong Kong-style milk tea.

On the surface, he was leisurely, but Song Kangning released his mental power and began to monitor Huang Er and the things in his house before he even entered the tea restaurant.

At this time, Huang Er was angry in the living room, it turned out that he had just received the news that Wang Si and Zhang Wu under Boss Liao had been destroyed and were suspected by the other party of his younger brother.

Huang Er's anger was not because of one thing, but because many things were mixed together that made him angry and smashed the teacup and teapot in his hand.

Kicked over the messenger's man, and then sat on the sofa panting.

Originally, he was very annoyed when Boss Liao forced him to ask for money, but in fact, last night he cursed Boss Liao and his men to let Lei be hacked to death.

Now that this idea of just relieving hatred and thinking about it has been half realized, he has not had time to be happy when he is angry with his subordinates' next words.

A total of six of Boss Liao's right-hand men died two at once, which is a great thing for him to be angry!

But he didn't expect to be put on his brother's head by others.

Is there any difference between being on his brother's head and being on his head? Of course not!

And his younger brother doesn't know about it, and if he borrows Huang San's guts, he doesn't dare to find someone to kill Wang Si and Zhang Wu!

It seems that his younger brother was designed to carry the black pot, or was framed by Boss Liao.

Huang Er hated Boss Liao, but he was powerless to fight against him.

He was even more angry with his younger brother, why was he so unconscious.

If you can't be patient, you can't be honest, you are bent on doing big things, you have no vision and no guts, and you can poke out such a big basket for him!