The foreman glanced at Fukuyama unexpectedly, and said with a smile: "You kid can do it, can you shoot new tricks?"

Fukuyama sneered in his heart, but there was a flattering smile on his face, and he laughed: "The little one is just following the leader's wishes." ”

The foreman turned his face flat, arched his hands in the direction of Kunhu, and said loudly: "What are you calling nonsense? From today on, Uncle Kun and Uncle Lan are our leaders, do you know?"

Although the foreman said this, there was an uncontrollable smile and triumph in his eyes, giving Fukuyama a relieved look of "you kid knows each other very well".

Fukuyama did what he wanted, and the foreman ignored him and went on to call the other dock workers.

Fukuyama shrugged his nose, turned back to give his men a covert look, and with a wave of his hand, the group of men he brought with him separated and scattered into the seats of the other dock laborers.

Fukuyama squinted, and he went to the central seat with a smiling face.

Sitting at that table were Kunhu and the other little leaders.

Fukuyama sat inconspicuously in the corner of the central seat, which was diagonally opposite Kunhu, which not only avoided direct eye contact with Kunhu, but also made it convenient for Fukuyama to observe Kunhu at any time. After Fukuyama sat down, he carefully talked to the other leaders while observing Kunhu's expression.

Kunhu didn't seem to think deeply about Fukuyama's actions, and when his eyes swept to Fukuyama, there was no wave, which made Fukuyama feel a little calm, and looked at the wine and food in the seat, and he recognized at a glance that it was made by a nearby restaurant.

Fukuyama looked around and saw that someone had eaten a dish, so he also ate two bites, and the dish that no one cared about, so he cautiously took a bite.

"Non-toxic ...... in the dish" Fukuyama made a judgment in his heart, and couldn't help but glance at Kunhu opposite in confusion, wondering in his heart: "Could it be that the real purpose of this banquet is so simple, just to recruit guards to enter the Qi Mansion?"

"Fukuyama, what's the point of just eating vegetables, come, take a sip!"

A small leader on the side smiled and handed over a small pot of wine.

Fukuyama had observed that the little leader had been holding the small pot and drinking it one by one, and by this time he was already three or four points drunk, so he took the flask with a smile and poured it too.

Alcohol is also non-toxic.

Fukuyama quickly made another judgment.

Suddenly, Fukuyama chuckled in his heart, and he remembered that something was wrong!

This is a spice warehouse, the fragrance is pungent, if you add a few flavors of incense in this spice, ordinary people rely on their sense of smell alone, and they can't tell if there is a problem.

Thinking of this, Fukuyama was suddenly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, when he came in before, he felt that something was wrong, but he only thought of the problem of the warehouse itself, and for a while he didn't think that there was a problem with the smell in the spice warehouse.

The white boss of the spice warehouse returned to his hometown this morning, and the dock laborers worked outside the water gate all day, so it stands to reason that Kunhu had no chance to contact this white boss, but--

And Lanshiki!

Lansage also worked as a dock laborer, so he is familiar with all the situations in this area!

At this time, Fukuyama wanted to invite a younger brother to ask if anyone had seen who Lan Shiqi had gone to see in the morning, but at this moment, under Kunhu's nose, it was inconvenient to do so!

Fukuyama was already retreating at this time, and he just wanted to evacuate the warehouse with everyone immediately.

Fukuyama squinted his eyes and quickly scanned the surroundings of the warehouse, and then he was stunned.

He suddenly found that the warehouse had been completely emptied, and was surrounded by bare high walls, and only on the ground where no one had walked on it, there was still a little residue of spices, which must have been spilled during the move.

I can't see anything wrong at all!

When Fang Fukuyama came in, he was mainly observing the situation of Kunhu and the other dock workers around him, as well as the distribution of seats, and the situation of wine and food, but he did not notice that the four corners of the warehouse, in the shadows where the lights were indistinct, were already empty.

It seemed that the pungent scent in the air was emitted by the residue of spices on the ground.

The thin layer of powder residue on the ground is recognizable to the naked eye, and there is no possibility that there is a misty fragrance hidden in it, but this overturns the previous speculation!

Fukuyama's heart settled down a little for a while, and he secretly thought that maybe he was too careful.

"Hey, Fukuyama, what are you doing in a daze? Everyone is here, and the foreman is talking!"

The drunken little boss on the side suddenly reached out and pushed Fukuyama to call him back from his contemplation.

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...

Duanfu.

The lobby is brightly lit, and the west side is full of excitement.

Shanrou hugged a wine jar and stumbled towards Lu Yunzhou's seat, her pretty face turned red from drunkenness, and there was a trace of confusion and annoyance in her apricot eyes, which looked very cute.

"Bang!"

Shanrou squeezed in from Ma Chengjia and Shi Wenqi's side, slammed the wine jar on the table, and stared straight at Lu Yunzhou with a pair of pretty eyes as if they were about to breathe fire.

"Qi Yu, I'll compare with you!"

Shanrou slapped the table, posed like a street bully, and provoked viciously.

Shi Wenqi and Ma Chengjia saw Shanrou's murderous look, and hurriedly moved to the side to make room for Shanrou to move.

When Zhongsun Xuanhua saw Shanrou coming, he immediately patted his head with a headache, and for some reason, he had a very bad premonition in his heart.

When Lu Yunzhou saw Shanrou coming, a sense of guilt surged in his heart, and when he saw Shanrou getting drunk, he felt a trace of inexplicable pity.

Lu Yunzhou said softly: "Sister Rou, don't drink, you're already drunk." ”

Shanrou glared at Lu Yunzhou fiercely, stretched out her hand and patted the wine jar, and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't talk nonsense, today I either drank you down, or you drank me down, there is no third possibility!"

Madame Meng sat aside, taking care of the four little ghosts running around, and looked over with some concern.

is also a woman, how can Mrs. Meng not see Shanrou's affection for Lu Yunzhou, but she can also see that Lu Yunzhou is afraid that she will not be able to understand her mind at all.

Girls are always precocious than boys.

Mrs. Meng whispered to Qi Xin, who was sitting on the sidelines, and asked him to help take care of the four little ghosts, then stood up, walked to Shi Wenqi's side, patted Shi Wenqi's shoulder, and said softly: "Let me come here!"

Shi Wenqi was sitting on Shanrou's side, fidgeting and worrying about harming the pond fish, when he saw Mrs. Meng coming to replace him, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, got up and stepped aside.

Madame Meng sat beside Shanrou, patted Shanrou on the back, and gave her a reassuring look, but did not stop anything.

Madame Meng knew that there were some things that she could not stop, and there was no need to stop them, so she sat down beside Shanrou, just to take care of Shanrou, so that when she drank staggeringly, there were men on both sides, and no one supported her.