Two knives hot pot city.

Han Yu sat opposite Mo Taiheng, it was strange that there was no business in the hot pot city today, and the surroundings seemed empty. Han Yu looked at Mo Taiheng, who was smoking on the other side, and said directly: "You are looking for me?" ”

Mo Taiheng spat out a smoke ring, coughed slightly, and nodded: "I want to borrow money from you." ”

Han Yu's brows browled slightly, smiled, and said softly, "How much?" ”

"Five hundred thousand."

Han Yu leaned back in his chair and said softly, "Five hundred thousand? ”

Mo Taiheng's face showed a look of embarrassment, he coughed lightly, and the dialect of SC sounded again: "I know the number is a little more, but I promise to pay you back later." ”

"I can take out 500,000 yuan, but how do you know that I will definitely lend it to you?" Han Yu raised his eyebrows and said.

Mo Tai glanced at him sideways and threw the two knives on the table with his backhand. One knife is long, it is a cold and bone-deboning sharp knife, and the other knife is a wide kitchen knife, and the two knives lie quietly there, as if telling something.

"Didn't you think about letting me and these two knives work for you? If I don't pay for it, I'll pay you for this life, right? Mo Taiheng frowned.

Han Yu glanced at him deeply and said softly, "I want to, but I won't take advantage of others!" Xiao Fan, go get money for Lao Mo," he said, and he smiled slightly at Mo Taiheng: "I believe you can pay it back." ”

Zhuo Bufan agreed and walked out. Han Yu took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to Mo Taiheng, knocked one out of it himself, held it in his mouth, and lit a fire. A warm and slightly spicy stream of heat ran down his throat, and Han Yu found that he liked this feeling more and more.

First, he was obsessed with the feeling of the air flowing back and forth in his lungs, and secondly, he liked the faint feeling of smoke hanging in front of him.

"Okay, now that we've talked about borrowing money, it's time to tell me what you're doing with so much money, right? If you need my help, just ask. Han Yu gently flicked the cigarette ash and said without raising his head.

Mrs. Mo glanced at him and said vigilantly, "What are you doing?" You want me to owe you a favor? ”

"Don't you owe me a favor now? If it weren't for me, you would be a donkey's subordinate by now. Han Yu smiled slightly and said softly.

Mo Taiheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said unhappily: "If you hadn't pulled that donkey to me, how could I have been affected by you?" If you really want to talk about it, you should be responsible for this. ”

After a pause, he continued: "I asked you to borrow money this time, just because I found that the property market has risen sharply recently, and I want to invest in a real estate project and wait to make a fortune. ”

Han Yu rolled his eyes, he knew that Mo Taiheng didn't want to say it, so he didn't ask anymore. Standing up, he walked out: "In these years, you are afraid of losing your personal wealth in everything, you should be careful yourself." ”

The snow was still falling in the sky, and there were few pedestrians on the street. Han Yu stood in front of the window and looked at the world that had become vast, silently in a daze.

Zhuo Bufan sat next to him, gently teasing the Hokage. At this time, the door of the office was pushed open, and Chen Jiao tiptoed in: "Boss, Mo Taiheng went out." ”

"Where did you go?" Han Yu frowned.

"Youth Road." Chen Jiao said softly.

"Youth Road? Tempest's territory? Let's go, go and see. Han Yu turned around and walked down. Zhuo Bufan hurriedly picked up the Hokage and followed with Chen Jiao.

Qingchun Road is located in the middle of the north of the city, although it does not cut the entire north of the city, but it also goes deep into most of it. Now in the hands of Mo Canglong of the Wind Gang, for Han Yu, it is like a dagger hanging over his head, making it difficult for people to sleep!

Got into the car and slowly followed Mo Taiheng, Han Yu frowned and looked at him riding a motorcycle, when he passed by the street lamp, he could also see a black plastic bag hanging on the wind shield next to the motorcycle, and 500,000 yuan was contained in it.

Mrs. Mo rode very fast, he parked the car at the door of a small restaurant, and hurriedly walked in with a bag. Probably because there was something in his heart, he didn't notice anything about Han Yu and the others' tracking.

"What is he doing here on this cold day?" Chen Jiao frowned.

"Eat! Didn't you see it was a restaurant! Zhuo Bufan glanced at him with disdain, and said as a matter of course.

Chen Jiao knew that Zhuo Bufan's child's surname would not be angry, so he glanced at him and said unceremoniously: "Come here to eat, do you need to get 500,000?" That little broken restaurant just sold itself, I'm afraid it's not worth 50,000! ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Han Yu and wanted to follow up with a look of eagerness.

Han Yu frowned slightly, he was originally concerned that Mo Taiheng was in trouble, so he came over to take a look, but he didn't mean to follow and peep at others, so he paused and said, "Forget it, as long as he is fine, what do we care if he comes here?" ”

As he spoke, he was going to make Zhuo Bufan turn around.

"Alas, wait a minute!" Chen Jiao hurriedly said softly: "Boss, there are people!" ”

Han Yu also saw it, it was a car that had been parked at the door of the small restaurant, the door opened, and four or five people came down in hulala, and they were very vigilant to walk in the middle of a middle-aged man with a stout figure and a strong expression.

"It seems to be someone from the Tempest Gang, boss, they shouldn't have come here to find Mo Taiheng, right?" Chen Jiao turned his head slightly.

"Why don't you just go and see it?" As he spoke, Han Yu pushed the car door and walked down.

The snow was still falling, and the two of them put the black lotus coat hat on their heads, rubbed their hands and walked over. When he approached, Han Yu vaguely found that there was a faint red light in the car at the door, obviously there were people smoking in the car, and it seemed that they were standing guard for the people inside.

Han Yu hurriedly glanced at the sign on the restaurant, and said loudly: "Hehe, the iron pot catfish made in this place is called an authentic, I didn't say it, the most important thing is that it is close to home, wait a while, our brothers will have a good drink, don't get drunk and don't return!" ”

"On such a cold day, if I don't rub you to drink some wine, I'm really afraid I won't be able to get by." Chen Jiao replied loudly with a smile.

The person in the car at the door glanced at the two of them, and just now the boss said that he would send a signal when he encountered a suspicious person, but the two people in front of him were obviously here to eat, and they didn't want to make a noise to arouse the attention of the people who covered the sky. So, the two guys honestly retracted into their seats and smoked gently.

Han Yu lifted the thick curtain of the hotel and walked in, and with a sweep of his eyes, he saw the situation of the entire hotel.

Directly opposite the door of the hotel is a dining hall with more than a dozen tables. Except for a middle-aged man in the corner who was pouring himself a drink, the other tables were empty, apparently because of the snow, there were not many guests today, so it seemed a little deserted. On the other side of the hall were private rooms, and since Mo Taiheng and the people who came in behind him were not in the hall, they naturally entered the private rooms.

Gently patting the snow on his body, the curtain at the door blocked the raging north wind and snow from the outside, separating the shop from the outside as if two worlds. It's freezing cold outside, but it's much warmer and quieter inside.

The proprietress next to her came over to greet her: "Alas, there are two of you, what do you eat?" ”

"Get a few signature dishes, well, if you want a big dish, you do it in the back first, I'll wait for a few people, wait for my friends to come and serve together, otherwise this cold day will be cold." Han Yu chuckled and replied.

"Alas, all right! Then I'll bring you some tea first! The proprietress smiled and agreed.

"No need, let's make it ourselves, you go to the back first, lest my friend come after a while, and your dish is not ready!"

"Oh, that's fine, the tea is over there, you can pour it yourself." The proprietress casually pointed to the corner next to her and hurried to the kitchen in the back. Their small restaurant is small and thin, and they don't hire anyone, but now they have a big customer, if she doesn't help, her man is really too busy.

Chen Jiao's brows furrowed, and he wanted to call him to ask Mo Taiheng which room he had entered, but he didn't want Han Yu to have already walked towards the innermost room on the right.

As soon as I entered, I heard Mo Taiheng's angry voice coming from next door: "Ah Yu, this is what you fucking told Lao Tzu, your mother has cancer?" ”

Then I heard a thud, as if something had been thrown on the table, followed by a low exclamation.

The corners of Han Yu's mouth hooked, could it be that this Mo Taiheng threw the money on the table?

"Boss, how do you know they're next door?" Chen Jiao blinked in a group.

Han Yu pointed to the soles of his feet, and Chen Jiao suddenly understood. They had just come out of the snow, and naturally there were footprints under their feet. Mo Taiheng is a person, and there is only one line of footprints, and there are many people in front of them, so the footprints are naturally messy.

Chen Jiao blinked, and muttered to himself in his heart, this boss's head melon seeds are good, I really don't know how it grows?

Han Yu ignored him, just pricked up his ears and listened to the movement next door. After Mo Taiheng's voice fell, a voice full of surprise immediately came from the private room next door: "Master, master......"

"His mother didn't have cancer, but he did." A slightly rough voice suddenly sounded at the door next door, and said with a hint of surprise: "I didn't expect Boss Mo to open a small hot pot restaurant and save so much money." ”

"Who are you?"

"Tempest Gang, Mo Canglong!" The neutral voice sounded again.

Han Yu and Chen Jiao glanced at each other, with a look of surprise in their eyes, they didn't expect that this snowy Tianmo Canglong would appear here.

The plot is there, but it can't be poured out in my stomach, and I faint......