The night of midwinter in the north came relatively late, and although it was only six o'clock in the afternoon, it was already completely dark.

On the golf course of Nuoda, the lawn is covered with white snow.

In the distance, an artificial lake has frozen, and the withered reeds and lotus leaves are frozen together, very depressed, and there are many broken ice and ice slag on the surface of the lake, frozen together.

There are no other houses on the golf course except for this building not far away.

It was pitch black in the distance, with only the sound of wind and snow.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the city, this golf course on the outskirts of Beijing is exceptionally quiet.

However, to Jiang Chen's slight surprise, the parking lot not far away was densely packed with luxury cars, and the license plates were either 666 or 888, obviously all of which were powerful cars.

There were many wheel marks on the ground outside the parking lot, and it was clear that these cars had just driven in.

He got out of the car and leaned out a glimpse of his senses, enveloping most of the golf course, and then quickly scanning it, only to realize that it was not as simple as it seemed.

This small building standing alone on the lawn looks gray and very ordinary. But there is a hole inside, especially under the lawn, which is a huge space.

Moreover, there are quite a few people in the space below.

The interior of the space is even more interesting!

In just a few seconds, using the time to get out of the car, Jiang Chen already fully understood this place.

It was getting darker and darker, and the wind and snow were getting heavier.

Jiang Chen, under the leadership of several horses, entered the three-story building.

Two beautiful and sexy waiters immediately helped Jiang Chen sweep the snow on his shoulders, handed him a hot towel, and said sweetly: "Sir, please come in!"

Jiang Chen wiped his hands and looked at them carefully.

It looks very ordinary from the outside, like an old building, but there is a hole inside, and the decoration is very low-key but extremely luxurious.

The color scheme of the whole house seems to have been adjusted, and it is a warm color, which makes people very comfortable in winter.

The granite walls are scraped with famous paintings by some European masters, and Jiang Chen even saw a pair of authentic paintings of Leonardo da Vinci and Monet on them.

The outside of the painting is bound with an elaborate oak frame, and there are small Latin characters engraved on it, which is very textured.

When you come here, it's like entering a gallery in a European museum!

He estimated a little that the famous paintings hanging on the walls alone cost one or two hundred million dollars.

Look at the leather sofas, antique chandeliers, wool carpets, even the fireplace, or the mahogany table, as well as the silver drinking vessels and some exquisite ornaments on the hall, all of which are antiques from the old age.

Most of these objects were collected from Europe.

He secretly said in his heart: "It looks like he is still a rich man!"

"Mr. Jiang, our boss is waiting for you below, you need to cooperate with the security check now, is it okay?"

A waiter in a black tuxedo asked politely.

Jiang Chen nodded.

A horse boy took out a security detector from the cabinet next to him, swept it on Jiang Chen, and nodded.

"Sir, please come with me!"

The waiter smiled professionally and touched a wall by the fireplace.

With only a few soft clicks, the wall receded to one side, and a retro elevator appeared inside.

The elevator is in a 19th-century vintage style, with a black border carved with intricate patterns, a red carpet inside, gilded handrails, and lavish chandeliers.

It was deep underneath, and the elevator staggered down for nearly a minute before reaching the surface.

Out of the elevator is a deep corridor, the atmosphere is a little depressing, but inside is as bright as day, and the ventilation is also very good.

There is also a faint classical music in the corridor, as if entering a five-star hotel.

The waiter took Jiang Chen and walked around for a while, and came to a golden room.

Push open the three-meter-high gate and inside is a larger space.

Much like the lobby of a casino, there are more than a dozen tables, each of which is full of people, who are bustling with bets.

Beautiful dealer with smiling cards on the front.

Everyone was excited, staring at the cards on the table with bright eyes, and no one noticed Jiang Chen coming in.

Scantily clad waiters weave through the crowd with round trays, serving pastries and drinks.

In the far corner is a circular bar counter, where several black-uniformed staff members are exchanging chips for customers, and stacks of bills are piled on one side of the table.

Two men in black suits are loading money into a safe.

"What a gold cave!" he said to himself.

There are also several small private rooms in the casino, and the waiter took Jiang Chen to the innermost one, pushed open the door of the private room, and a strong smell of sesame sauce came.

Facing him was a large round table, on which was the old Yanjing copper hot pot, which was boiling and steaming white.

A middle-aged man with a fat body and red ears is sitting on a chair, holding hot pot chopsticks to shabu mutton.

The door opened, but he didn't look up, focusing all his attention on the lamb he had just picked up.

After he stuck the mutton in the thick sesame sauce bowl for a while, he swallowed it with a hot breath, with an ecstatic expression on his face, and chewed for a while before he raised his head: "Jiang Chen, right?"

He gestured to the chair across from him, a smile on his face.

After Jiang Chen sat down, the waiter pulled the door out of the door and went out, and two beautiful women wearing Chinese-style cheongsams came out from the back of the box, helped Jiang Chen put the dishes and chopsticks, and took out two large plates of hand-cut mutton from inside.

"Your father is Jiang Zhixing?" asked the middle-aged fat man lightly.

Jiang Chen snorted coldly: "Tell me to come over and eat shabu mutton?"

The fat man picked up a white silk scarf and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead: "I didn't expect you to be a practitioner?"

"And then?"

The middle-aged fat man smiled and said: "In my life, Zhang Hao, I dare not say anything else, but I have friends all over the world!"

"I'm a person who likes to make friends, especially friends like you who can fight!"

As he spoke, he poured himself a glass of white wine, and then drank it all, the spicy taste made his brows furrow.

"This time you seriously injured my subordinates, two of them are directly disabled for life, the medical expenses alone in this life are a bottomless pit, the people were sent out by me, of course I, the eldest brother, have to take care of it to the end!"

"In order to make you a friend, forget it!"

"The matter of the old mansion was mortgaged to me by your uncle half a year ago, and the contract was signed in black and white, and your Jiang family can't deny it!"

Jiang Chen snorted coldly: "It's the contract he signed with you, you want to find him, what are you looking for me for?"

The fat man laughed dryly: "Didn't your uncle be killed by you, the Jiang family is the one who can talk to you now, who is not looking for you?"

"Brother, my brother looks up to you when he looks for you, understand?"

"As long as you fulfill the contract and transfer the old mansion to me, you will take over the spiritual liquid project in Jiang Zhinan's hands, and my brother will let you be the general agent of Yanjing spiritual liquid, okay?"

The fat man rubbed his hands and smiled.

(End of chapter)