Chapter 63: The Soft Rice Man
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Xia Yuan's gaze at Lin Cang was full of complicated flavors, embarrassment, anger, surprise, fear, and so on.
"See you again—"
Lin Cang looked at Xia Yuan with a complicated face, smiled faintly, and then stretched out his hand to signal the booth in front of him, signaling everyone to sit down.
"Yo, you know?"
Zhang Zhao is a big fat man in his early 100s, and he always has a warm smile on his fat cheeks, which is very joyful.
"Acquaintance."
Xia Yuan glanced at Lin Cang, took a deep breath, and then sat down in his seat, casually put his coat on the backrest, and then squinted his eyes at Lin Cang.
For a moment, the atmosphere was a little delicate.
It wasn't until a long time that Xia Yuan took out a box of hardcover Marlboros from his pocket, gently checked it and then leaned over.
Lin Cang shook his head, then took out a box of good luck from his pocket and said with a smile: "I still like to smoke this." ”
"Good luck? The smell is too strong—"
Xia Yuan shook his head and then lit a cigarette, through the curling smoke, he spoke for a while: "This is fate, counting this time, how many times have we met?" ”
Lin Cang raised his eyebrows lightly, looked at Xia Yuan with a gloomy expression, and then said, "What do you want to say?" ”
"Why are you investigating me?"
Xia Yuan asked without hesitation, his eyes were full of anger and curiosity when he looked at Lin Cang, but his tone was not as arrogant as before, he was targeted by a guy who was so scheming, Xia Yuan didn't sleep all night yesterday.
"You can make this a habit—"
Lin Cang smiled, and then said, "I don't really like to make friends with people who are too dangerous—"
The quirk of collecting intelligence has almost been integrated into Lin Cang's bones, this is a disease, and it has to be changed.
Xia Yuan stopped talking, just inhaled the stuffy smoke one by one.
He understood at this moment that the guy in front of him, who had not been good-looking from beginning to end, was simply a wolf in sheep's clothing, if it weren't for the scene he saw at the auction yesterday, he probably still regarded Lin Cang as a docile and weak rabbit.
"Why does it feel like something isn't quite right with this atmosphere?"
Zheng Qian, who has dyed short chestnut hair, has a middle-to-upper appearance, but the S-shaped curve is extremely infuriating, even on a cold day, she is wearing a low-necked deep V undershirt, exposing a large area of snow-white and delicate chest muscles on her chest.
Zheng Qian also held a lady's cigarette in her hand, and her eyes wandered around Lin Cang and Xia Yuan's faces, a little confused.
Xie Jinyue narrowed her eyes, to be honest, don't look at her extremely well-behaved in front of Lin Cang today, but after all, she is a little resentful in her heart, this time calling these friends is also to increase her own face, and on the other hand, she also wants to kill Lin Cang's sharp spirit.
Don't think you're going to have a few bucks in your eyes.
However, it seems that the harvest is not good, and the unobtrusive appearance of her group of friends has lowered her grade, looking at Lin Cang sitting there steadily, she suddenly feels that her friends and Lin Cang are simply two age groups.
It's like a bunch of kids.
Xia Yuan smoked a cigarette in silence for a long time before he suddenly spoke.
"Let's reconcile—"
The tone was flat, neither condescending nor condescending, as if he was just narrating an innocuous little matter.
Lin Cang's eyes narrowed.
A group of young men and women also heard the taste at this moment, it seemed that Xia Yuan and this guy who jumped out of nowhere had a beam, and looking at this meaning, Xia Yuan also suffered at the hands of this guy.
However, since Xia Yuan had already shown that he wanted to reconcile, everyone didn't speak, and they all looked at Lin Cang quietly.
Lin Cang squinted his eyes and smoked his cigarette quietly.
And the little dream on the side seemed to be shocked by the atmosphere at the moment, a little scared, and firmly held Lin Cang's arm.
After a long time, the cigarette in Lin Cang's hand was burned.
Twist and extinguish the cigarette butt in the ashtray.
"Nope."
Lin Cang shook his head, and then said lightly.
In Lin Cang's heart, the word friend carries a lot of weight, and he will not forgive anyone who hurts his friend.
Although she has known Xu Manrong for a short time, she doesn't even know Xu Manrong, but Lin Cang can completely feel her care and love for herself from the heart, so in Lin Cang's heart, Xu Manrong has become his friend.
And Xia Yuan's slander of Xu Manrong is unforgivable.
Xia Yuan stopped talking.
Zhang Zhao, who had always been silent on the side, suddenly spoke, looking at Lin Cang with a sneering expression.
"Why, do you still treat yourself as a character? If it weren't for Chong Jinyue's face, believe it or not, I wouldn't let you get out of this bar? ”
Zhang Zhao was about 180 centimeters tall, wearing a leather suit, wearing a necklace under the collar, and a 7 that had been shot on the necklace. 62*51 mm NATO caliber bullets.
Lin Cang knows this kind of bullet very well, and the Heckler-Koch HK21 machine gun bullet is still in use in the armies of countries in Asia, Africa and Latin America.
Zhang Zhao had a thorn flower tattooed around his neck, and when he said this, the whole person seemed to be as relaxed as a cat playing with a mouse.
Lin Cang laughed.
After a long time, he shook his head slightly.
"I don't believe it—"
Zhang Zhao may have never heard this kind of answer, he was choked for a while, a gloomy light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he picked up the bottle of brandy on the table and stood up.
"Xiao Zhao - don't be impulsive!"
Xia Yuan, who was on the side, hurriedly stood up and grabbed Zhang Zhao.
Zhang Zhao struggled, but Xia Yuan was very dead, and after knowing it for a long time, Zhang Zhao, who had no strength, gave up struggling.
Lin Cang sat on the sofa from beginning to end and watched the scene in front of him, and suddenly felt a little bored.
Xiaomeng on the side leaned against Lin Cang with a frightened face, while Xie Jinyue pursed her lips lightly and didn't dare to speak.
"Don't be petty—"
Xia Yuan saw Zhang Zhao sit down angrily, and then said: "Don't treat this guy in front of you as a master who can be manipulated casually, relying on your little family background, it may not be enough to see-"
Xia Yuan looked at Zhang Zhao with a wry smile, and raised his eyebrows lightly after a long time.
"Don't you think this guy's name is a little familiar?"
Lin Cang gently patted the back of Xiaomeng's hand and comforted her in a low voice.
"Lin Cang?"
After Xia Yuan's reminder, everyone suddenly fell into contemplation, and Chen Ling, who had not spoken from beginning to end, suddenly widened his eyes, and then said: "It's a little familiar, isn't the name of the person who was swiped on Weibo yesterday?" ”
Xia Yuan smiled bitterly and nodded.
So everyone almost subconsciously took out their mobile phones, and then searched for news about Lin Cang on the Internet.
For a moment, Zhang Zhao looked at the extremely ordinarily dressed guy in front of him with an ugly face.
It's hard to believe.
The boyfriend of the daughter of the chairman of Yuexia Group, the master who spent 60 million.
"Cut, isn't it just a soft rice eater?"
After a long time, Zhang Zhaocai said with some disdain.
After the live video of the auction yesterday was posted on the Internet by netizens, everyone was extremely curious about Lin Cang's identity and background, and after some paparazzi's in-depth and detailed investigation, Lin Cang's family background was transmitted to the Internet.
His parents are divorced, his father is just an ordinary worker in a factory, his mother is a teacher in a private school, and his family background is very ordinary, so the name of the soft rice man fell on Lin Cang's body unexpectedly.
The realistic version of the grassroots winning to marry Bai Fumei, such a topic became more and more hot after a night of fermentation.
And Lin Cang's meager attention suddenly increased by hundreds of thousands, and everyone was very curious about what was so special about a man who was worth more than 10 billion yuan.
For a while, more than 100,000 voices of abuse, slander, cynicism and schadenfreude appeared below Lin Cang's meager level.
It's nothing more than everyone thinks that the 60 million that Lin Cang threw out at the auction yesterday was just a 'maintenance fee'.
"Brother Yuan, are you stupid by this guy, his parents are just two little people with little noses and small eyes, is it worth your fear?"
Zhang Zhao seemed to have found a sense of superiority in an instant, and then looked at Lin Cang and smiled.
The smile on Lin Cang's face gradually disappeared when he heard this.
Xiaomeng on the side turned red and glared at Zhang Zhao angrily.
And Xie Jinyue silently looked at the news about Lin Cang on her phone, and for a while, she felt a little contemptuous of Lin Cang.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom—"
Zhang Zhao shook his head and stood up, and then said: "Sitting with this kind of person, I feel that the price is cheap-"
Xia Yuan shook his head with a wry smile, then stood up.
After eating a trench and growing wisdom, he planted it once in Lin Cang's hands, and understood this guy's temperament, Xia Yuan decided very wisely not to offend this guy.
It's just that Pingshui has met two or three times, and this guy will investigate himself, who would do this in a normal person?
And Lin Cang's investigation is extremely detailed, I'm afraid that the most famous investigation companies in Northern Europe will not get so much detailed information about themselves in a short period of time, and even some of them involve trade secrets, and it is too terrifying to be the enemy of such a guy.
Zhang Zhao Shi Ran walked in the direction of the bathroom, and Lin Cang didn't care.
But for a moment, Lin Cang suddenly turned around, and Xia Yuan, who was sitting opposite, also exclaimed.
Almost as soon as he turned his head, Lin Cang saw a glass wine bottle smash down on his head.
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