Walking on Suhang Street, Zhang Heng opened the bag and glanced at it, which contained a shirt, tie, belt, a full suit, and a pair of leather shoes.

"He got your chance to make a lot of money to give you such a cheap outfit, so that you are satisfied?" said Mrs. Norton, pouting, "I finally understand why you should return that money to those white-eyed wolves." ”

Zhang Heng closed the bag and said with a smile: "Helping others is the foundation of happiness, Lao Tian doesn't know how much he can earn, and if he does it now, it can be regarded as having a heart, I am naturally happy to accept it, this is called helping others forever." ”

"You barely have some point. Mrs. Norton smiled and suggested, "Let's go to the Chinese Walk for dinner, I have something to do, so I happened to do it by the way." ”

Zhang Heng had nothing to do, and the two walked to Queen's Road and turned back towards Pedder Street.

Located at the junction of Queen's Road Central and Pedder Street, the Chinese Bank was owned by the British-owned Hutchison & Co. at this time, and Li Fuzhao's Far Eastern Exchange was on the 2nd floor of the Chinese Bank.

Mrs. Norton led Zhang Heng to the elevator directly to the 3rd floor, and when she came out of the elevator, she was greeted by a Shunde restaurant with a golden signboard, with a service desk at the door, and a beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam standing behind, smiling and greeting the guests who came over.

"Huh?" Zhang Heng saw that the person in front of him directly took out a name tag and raised it towards the woman, and then entered the restaurant, which was a little strange.

"This is a special name tag issued by Far East, and the recipient is either their agent, or employee, and some customers with large transaction volumes, and it is free to enter the meal with this name tag. Mrs. Norton explained in a low voice, took out the same name tag and showed it to the waiter, and led Zhang Heng into the restaurant.

Although it is a free restaurant, the decoration inside is still extremely elegant, not at all inferior to the brand-name restaurant I saw on Queen's Road just now, the two found a remote position to sit down, Mrs. Norton discussed with him to order a good dish, picked up a small bag and got up, "Xiao Heng, I have something to go to the second floor, I will come back in ten minutes at most, you eat slowly first." ”

Looking at her hurried back, Zhang Heng opened his mouth and did not scream.

He always felt that Mrs. Norton was not quite right these days, and thought that when this operation was over, he must be interrogated properly.

Zhang Heng looked at the restaurant, during the break, there were still a lot of people in the restaurant, and three or five people he knew made up a table, ordered half a table of dishes, and chatted hotly while eating.

Li Fuzhao is a very smart businessman, most of the people who can enter here are considered to have some assets, even if there are greedy for small profits, in front of so many peers, they will not waste vegetables, how embarrassing it should be to be seen.

was figuring out Li Fuzhao's business history, Zhang Heng suddenly heard a girl sobbing quietly on the table next to him, he turned his head slightly, and saw a young girl crying and talking to a middle-aged man next to him.

This girl was a little familiar, and she couldn't remember who it was for a while, so Zhang Heng pricked up her ears and listened carefully.

"Dad, you say in good conscience, I have been making money for my family since I was 5 years old, and now I don't have 5 million, but 3 million is always there, right?"

"Not necessarily, besides, in the past few years, the family has bought a house and a car, and your brothers and sisters have to study again, and they have spent a lot. The middle-aged man argued.

"Okay, I won't count the past accounts, the drama I filmed last year was released last month, and the company gave me a red envelope of 30,000 yuan, but you, you lost it in two days, that's the money I was going to study abroad. The girl covered her face, trying not to cry louder, tears streaming down her fingers.

"Xiaobao, don't cry, there are a lot of people here, and we are all ugly to be seen. The man hurriedly whispered, his eyes observing the movement around him.

Zhang Heng lowered his head slightly, and finally remembered who she was.

Feng Baoer, one of the seven princesses of Xiangjiang, he has seen several of her movies in his previous life, both in childhood and after middle age, and has a slight impression, probably knowing that several of her brothers are engaged in the TV industry, and a sister seems to be one of the seven princesses, the most impressive thing is that her two marriages failed, and her first husband was an alumnus when she studied in the UK.

Unexpectedly, her family was like this, Zhang Heng had some sympathy, but it was limited to sympathy, he couldn't take care of other people's family affairs.

Feng Bao'er stopped crying, picked up a napkin and wiped her eyes, and said hatefully, "Then what do you mean by bringing me here today?"

"I'll take you to meet people, they are famous and rich, they are also good-looking, and they studied in the United States, and they only came back recently, I found a good family for you, you should thank Dad." The middle-aged man spat lotus flowers and chattered.

"You think I don't know?" Feng Bao'er sneered, "What he is looking for is a mistress who comforts the lonely, and if he doesn't say it well, he just wants to support me, you covet the 50,000 yuan he promised, so you sold me, are you still my father?"

Zhang Heng couldn't hold back any longer, got up and went over, pointed at the man's nose, and scolded in a low voice: "Sell your daughter to someone else as a mistress, do you have a father like this?"

"You, who are you? Can you manage it?" The middle-aged man was startled at first, but when he saw that it was just a young man with a young face, he immediately regained his courage and scolded.

"Don't care who I am, a person like you is not worthy of being a father!" Zhang Heng said viciously, "If you don't change your mind, I will immediately notify the reporter to interview you." ”

"You, you ......" The middle-aged man was so angry that he couldn't say anything, and it took a long time before he spit out a sentence, "Do you know who invited us today? If you are so nonsense again, I will tell him and let you get out of Xiangjiang!"

"I don't care who he is, listening to your daughter, it's definitely not a good thing!" Zhang Heng said indifferently.

"I see who is so bold and fat, dare to say that I am not a good thing!" came an arrogant sneer from behind.

Zhang Heng looked back, and both of them were stunned, "Why are you?"

It turned out to be the fat pig guy who was with Chen Tao in the morning.

"Do you want to buy someone else's daughter as a mistress?" Zhang Heng said coldly.

"Can you handle it, little hairy boy, get out of the way!" the fat pig guy stretched out his hand and pushed.

Zhang Heng stumbled and almost fell, and in a hurry, he pulled his throat and shouted: "Someone is beating people here, and they have to buy and sell women!"

"You, what nonsense are you talking about?" The fat pig guy looked around in a panic, and many people looked this way, and someone really recognized him, and greeted loudly: "Little Bear, are you back to Xiangjiang?"

"Uncle Huang, the school is on Thanksgiving holiday, and I just came back for two days. The fat pig guy hurriedly replied and glared at Zhang Heng secretly.

"There are two full weeks left on Thanksgiving, you liared to the ghost!" Zhang Heng glared back, and said in a non-serious manner, "You are here to buy and sell women!"

"Do you know those two children, what are you doing there?" the Uncle Huang looked at this side curiously, as if he wanted to get up and come over.

"No, I don't know, I accidentally bumped into this kid just now, and there was a little quarrel. The fat pig guy hurriedly walked over, and the Uncle Huang sat down with his shoulders around him, and kept asking questions, and the fat pig guy replied with a smile, glancing at this side from time to time.

Zhang Heng raised his middle finger at him, turned his head, and said to the dumbfounded middle-aged man: "Why are you still sitting, do you want me to find a reporter to report on your ugly things?"