Chapter 115 Conflict [Seeking confirmation]

The next day, Lu Yang drove to pick up Gong Pingan.

I went to the office, picked up Lao Wei and Zheng, and headed straight to the county town.

This is my third time visiting the Hong Kong Macau Hotel!

no way.

In this era, if you want to entertain guests for a meal in Zhao County, only this place can be considered high-end.

"Wow, we're here. This is quite high-end. Are we the only four here?"

After getting off the car.

Old Wei pretended to be surprised and turned around to ask him.

Lu Yang nodded and said, "No need to guess, it's Captain Zhao, we're old acquaintances, I came to him today to talk about buying another car."

Lao Wei nodded and said, "Lao Zhao, this fat guy doesn't eat much. Don't you plan to continue to rely on Director Li's relationship?"

Lu Yang shook his head: "There is no need for that. I didn't know it before, but now I know that Lao Zhao has the right to deal with scrapped vehicles. Just go to him, the real owner."

The four of them entered the lobby together and booked a private room. Not long after they went upstairs and sat down, Fatty Zhao walked in, guided by the waiter, boasting about his briefcase and smiling like Maitreya Buddha.

As soon as he entered the room, he said exaggeratedly: "Boss Lu summoned me, are you planning to help me make a fortune again?"

This is already a taste of the sweetness.

Lu Yang shook his head and smiled, "I don't have a big fortune, but I do have a small fortune."

Fatty Zhao sat down and cupped his hands: "I'd like to hear more about it."

While telling the waiter to serve the food, Lu Yang said, "It's still about buying a car. Don't bother two people with one thing. This time I plan to buy two scrapped trucks. I wonder if Captain Zhao can do me a favor?"

He stood up and poured the other person a glass of wine.

Fatty Zhao picked up the wine glass, smelled it, took a sip, and then praised: "Good wine."

Lu Yang opened a bottle of Maotai, which cost 106 yuan a bottle, not cheap. It was equivalent to more than half a month's salary for an ordinary worker. After taking a sip, a day's salary was gone. It was quite surprising to hear that this was similar to what happened in later generations.

Twenty or thirty years later, a bottle of Moutai is roughly equivalent to half a month's salary for an ordinary worker. If you take a sip of this, a day's salary will be gone.

It is worthy of being the national liquor. As expected, it has soared along with the country’s economy and people’s livelihood.

This time, Lu Yang didn't need to do anything. He poured himself another cup of wine, then put it to his nose and smelled it. This time he didn't drink it first. He said to Lu Yang: "Don't worry, it's a small matter. Whenever Boss Lu needs you, just give me a call and come to pick up the car."

Lu Yang raised his glass: "It's all in the wine, thank you Captain Zhao."

After the two finished their cups, the deal was considered done. After that, no one mentioned it again and they started talking about other things.

For example, Lao Wei was very interested in what kind of bike Fatty Zhao rode today.

He hadn’t ridden his motorcycle enough the last time.

Fatty Zhao took out the key from his waist and threw it in front of Lao Wei on the table. "I've known for a long time that you miss it. Okay, I'll let you ride it back today and return it to me before getting off work tomorrow."

Old Wei picked up the key and asked him with a puzzled look on his face: "That's not right, why are you so generous today? Is there a conspiracy?"

Zheng next to him laughed out loud, drank one glass first, and revealed the answer: "This is not difficult, of course the wine that Brother Lu treated us to today is delicious, I am greedy and want to drink more. What about you, Old Wei, if you drink too much, I wonder how you will ride your motorcycle back."

There is no such thing as drunk driving in this era.

Not advocated.

But there will be no checks on the road, it is all voluntary.

Old Wei said nonchalantly: "Fat Zhao can't drink much, but I, Old Wei, can drink a lot. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Say so.

But after that, no matter Lu Yang, Zheng Suo, or Zhao Shi, they all stopped toasting him. Plus, he had a future son-in-law, Gong Ping'an, who was eyeing him covetously. Until the end of the meal, Old Wei didn't get much to drink. He was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, but there was nothing he could do because he was greedy for other people's motorcycles.

At this time, Fatty Zhao was already a little drunk. As expected, he couldn't hold his liquor.

Since the motorcycle was lent to Lao Wei, he naturally had to take Lu Yang's car back to the mine. Lu Yang gave the key to Brother Ping An and asked him to take the people down first. It happened that he had drunk some wine. Although he was not drunk, he had memories of his later life and always felt that drinking was wrong, so he prepared to let Brother Ping An drive later.

Just as Lu Yang went to the front desk to check out alone.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder. Lu Yang originally thought it was Lao Wei or Zheng Suo, because the Ping An brothers would not pat his shoulder.

But when I turned around, I saw that it was a stranger, wearing a black suit and sunglasses.

Lu Yang was drunk and not very happy: "Are you taking pictures of gangsters? You look so good, who told you to pat my shoulder?"

Lu Yang reached out and pushed him.

No push.

This guy in the black suit has actually practiced?
"Our boss is looking for you, sir, please come with me."

It sounds just like the dialogue in the movies.

Lu Yang was annoyed: "Who are you? If he asked me to go, I would go. It would be so embarrassing for me not to go."

After saying that, he was ready to leave.

This is not his territory, and he has drunk some wine. The most important thing is that his brother Ping An is not around. Facing this man in a black suit of unknown origin, Lu Yang is a little scared.

But he wanted to leave.

Someone refused to let him go. The man in the black suit took two quick steps, stretched out his hand to block Lu Yang, and continued expressionlessly: "Our boss wants you to come over."

Get excited.

Lu Yang, who was drunk, got angry and said, "Fuck, who is your boss? Dare you stop me again?"

It's a pity it's useless.

Lu Yang tried to push the man in black suit, but because he was drunk and his reaction was slow, he was grabbed by the other party's arm.

Just when Lu Yang thought: I’m in trouble now.

boom.

A pair of size 42s were printed on the back of the black suit.

This was a flying kick from a former special forces soldier. The man in the black suit couldn't bear the strain anymore and let go of Lu Yang. He rolled his whole body forward and relieved some of the huge force from behind.

But he couldn't help it and coughed softly a few times, covering his chest.

After he stood up, a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face, and he made preparations for a fight, and was about to rush over to fight again with Gong Pingan who had rushed over to Lu Yang.

"Aaron, stop it, how can you attack the guests?"

The real owner finally appeared.

A group of people came down the stairs at the corner of the hotel. The two in front were wearing white suits, and the group behind them were wearing black suits.

"Damn it, it's like being in a movie again."

Lu Yang couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Hello, Boss. Hello, Deputy Manager Xie."

When the lady at the front desk saw the group of people coming downstairs, she immediately lowered her head.

Lu Yang's face changed.

But he still smiled fearlessly and said, "I thought who wanted to see a nobody like me, but it turned out to be the famous Hong Kong businessman, Boss Xie. Boss Xie is so stylish, and your bodyguards have a strong Hong Kong flavor. They remind me of those gangsters in Hong Kong movies. My goodness, I almost thought this was Hong Kong too."

(End of this chapter)