Chapter 236 Undercurrent

(Chapter 3 is at three or four in the morning.***: Tomorrow is the first anniversary of "Toad"~~~)

Zhao Jiadi had to first send Qi Shugen, a few gentle and thrifty Communists, back to the Provincial Party Committee compound. Tong Dong heard that Zhao Jiadi lived in Fayun Aman during a chat, so he took a ride because there were more

Personally, Han Daode was driven out by Zhao Jiadi. The uncle had no objections and was going to sneak into Tian Tuli's car and continue to keep watch and protect him. The car was driven by Tong Dong who volunteered, and it was steady and slow, without the smooth flow of professional driver Han Daode.

, no wonder Tong Dong, because the domestic launch is far away, the price of this car is a lot higher than the original price. In fact, it is not the five or six million that Han Daode guessed, and it has to be added to the price of a Land Rover, which is almost the same, and the warranty.

It's all a problem. Generally, no insurance company is willing to take the risk. The best thing to do is to bite the bullet and get a batch insurance, and send the three of Qi Shugen to the provincial party committee compound. Tong Dong's eyes were dazed for a moment, and Qi Shugen asked Tong Dong for it with a smile.

A phone number, saying that he must go to Peach Blossom Book Bar to buy books from now on. Tong Dong smiled and said that Yingzi has a number, you can ask her. He didn’t dare to park here too much for fear of illegal parking and getting a ticket.

Qi Shugen smiled brightly and said ok. The car restarted, and Zhao Jiadi asked if he knew how to get to Lingyin Temple Fayun Lane. She smiled and said she knew, she had been there three times this week to give those girls supper or something.

Zhao Jiadi couldn't help but ask, it's so late at night and the road there is so eerie, aren't you afraid? Tong Dong shook his head and said, "I'm not afraid." Xixi is very timid, but I am more courageous, so every time she pulls her to watch horror movies, it doesn't matter.

I feel that maybe I have a big nerve and I am not cute at all? Zhao Jiadi opened the car window, lit a cigarette, and laughed and said, I am very afraid of watching horror movies, so if the two of us watch it, it will be more fun.

, I have to get into your arms, but you look calm and indifferent, the picture is too inconsistent. Tong Dong pursed his lips and smiled, without dimples.

It's cold.

Zhao Jiadi finished smoking a cigarette and hesitated whether to smoke another.

Night, street lights, quiet roads, dense trees, and a peaceful atmosphere. There is no need to turn on the air conditioner. Zhao Jiadi opened the convertible. He had a shaved head and didn't feel much. Tong Dongqing's silk hair was flying, and Xiao Jiabi was like a beautiful jade statue.

Tong Dong looked at Go and said softly: "I didn't expect Yingzi to be the girl who lives there. She is easy to talk to, cheerful and lively, and is full of energy in everything she does. She doesn't have any princess disease at all."

Zhao Jiadi put aside the topic and asked, "Did the Zhu family father and son bother you later?"

Tong Dong smiled and said: "No, how dare they? I just heard from my mother that their family came to visit and were very polite. Their attitude turned 180 degrees and they even apologized and said they couldn't help. She felt very guilty.

attitude."

Zhao Jiadi continued to change the topic, "What are Tong Xia busy with that band?"

Tong Dong replied: "I have been rehearsing in a basement recording studio in the city this week. The place was found by Xixi. She has many friends in this field and stayed at Amanfayun at night. Xixi has changed a lot. She didn't care before.

Whether she is singing or doing anything, she is very casual. She gets angry when she is not happy. She is actually a headache in bars and nightclubs, so she has never had any close friends. She is very attentive when working with the band this time. Thank you, Zhao Jiadi, to Ying

I work as an online model, if it weren’t for you, Xixi wouldn’t know the little green insects and the others.”

Zhao Jiadi said in an official tone: "Gold will always shine."

Tong Dong glanced sideways and said softly: "But if there is no Bole who is willing to pick it up and wipe off the dust, gold will not shine so easily."

Zhao Jiadi smiled and said, "Is it possible that you are willing to pledge yourself to me?"

Tong Dong blushed and said, "I want to pledge myself to you. It's also Xixi. It's none of my business."

Zhao Jiadi said casually: "Don't all sisters like to grab things from each other?"

Tong Dong was speechless and his face turned red.

The two of them came to the Fayun Aman Hotel where they were living in a house unknown to the boudoir. The group of young men and women gathered together to listen to Tong Xia singing a Shaoxing opera. Although Tong Xia had not received any professional vocal training, she had good foundation and talent.

Well, coupled with the support of his interest and the training due to the pressure of life, he has a wide range of music genres. Li Qinghu, who suffered from not having a good vocalist, found a treasure and hit it off with this Hangzhou girl, because Li Qinghu favored the music.

In several Nordic national treasure bands, the female lead singer is very important. It can be said to be the soul of the team. Then there are the "supporting roles" like Uncle Nightwish's goatee. If it can be mixed with some roars, it will be perfect, but Li Qinghu

Where can she find a pleasant uncle who can shout about the vicissitudes of life? The circle is surrounded by a bunch of brats who, in her opinion, are still young.

Situ Jianqiang and Tong Xia were very happy to see Zhao Jiadi and Tong Dong, and Tong Xia's reaction was particularly obvious.

"You damn pretty boy, why are you so haunted?!" the little green insect screamed, pointing at Zhao Jiadi.

"I'm sorry, it has nothing to do with you this time." Zhao Jia hugged Tong Dong for the first time, "I'm here to meet a friend."

Tong Dong looked shocked.

Zhao Jiadi let go of his hand and said apologetically: "Uh, I hugged you by mistake. Xixi, come here."

Tong Xia trotted over. This time Zhao Jiadi didn't move a muscle. The sisters stood beside him on the left and right, making him even more flattering. Li Qinghu scolded: "You are so brave. How dare you do this?"

Aunt Cai is playing tricks under her nose. Hey, are you raising Xiaomi from your wallet? This is not kind."

"Once again, I am not a pretty boy." Zhao Jiadi said with a smile.

"That's right, Aunt Cai doesn't look like the kind of woman who can give a pretty boy a Bentley." The little green insect thought while holding his chin.

"Little green insect, don't you need the icing on the cake? My master can play the erhu. I think that although you are playing bel canto metal, if you add a strong person who plays the erhu, there will definitely be unexpected effects. At least visually, it will be particularly brilliant.

." Situ Jianqiang had no choice but to come out to put out the smell of gunpowder.

"You know how?" the little caterpillar asked contemptuously.

"Yes." Zhao Jiadi nodded, not forgetting to look apologetically at Tong Dong who was accidentally rubbed by his hand.

"Where can I find the erhu now? Besides, I will be on stage tomorrow night. It's unreliable to find a gunman at the last minute. I accidentally soiled the pot of porridge with a piece of shit. So, you, disappear for me." Little Qingworm.

He pointed at Zhao Jiadi and said angrily.

"Give me half an hour, and I can get the erhu." Zhao Jiadi said with a smile, looking at the girl who was accustomed to wearing only one earring, his eyes were a little sad, and he couldn't help but make a call to Han Daode.

Half an hour later, Han Daode delivered an erhu on time, and Zhao Jiadi sat on the bench, looking presentable. The girls in the Black Widow Band were all looking forward to this man who had a "complicated" relationship with their eldest sister.

It was a surprise. Zhao Jiadi played a song called "Zhang Wenxiang Stabs a Horse". It was originally a Suzhou ballad, and he played and sung it on his erhu. On a moonlit night in the ancient corridor of the small bridge, it had an unexplained simplicity and desolation. Situ

Sisters Tong Qiang and Tong Xia and Tong Dong were immediately dumbfounded.

A small green insect fights with heaven and man.

"Go to the city recording studio to rehearse all night." She hummed, with a general demeanor, "Young pretty boy, follow me."

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When Li Qinghu left Amanfayun with a group of people, in another villa of the hotel, two men were drinking tea in the living room. The younger one was in his thirties, cynical and wealthy in his thirties.

He was very arrogant, but exuded a gangster air. His legs were crossed, and sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man with a rigid posture. He was in his forties and very well-dressed. He seemed to be ten years older, so he should have more arrogance.

, In fact, on the contrary, he held a stack of photos in his hand, more than a dozen of them, all of the same man, young and not amazing in appearance. Just looking at his appearance and clothes, it was really hard for him, a local emperor who started his career in western Zhejiang, to mention it.

God, but the photo was handed over by the eldest son in front of him, so he had to take it seriously. The only small bright spot in the photo may be the Bentley convertible with 6's on it.

"This guy is in Hangzhou over the weekend. If nothing else, he will attend a music festival in the next two days. This is an opportunity. You just need to teach him a lesson. There is no need to make a big fuss. Afterwards, I promise to get your brother out of Huzhou Prison.

I dare not say that it will be done this year, but at least it will be several years ahead of schedule." The dude smiled, simmered it, raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp, it didn't feel like drinking tea, but more like drinking.

"Xiao Xinye, this is a bit tricky." The man looked embarrassed and pulled out a photo of a driver in a Bentley.

"What kind of force value can such an uncle have? A useless person with zero sense of presence can't even do this? You have been stepping on shit all the way to the top in the past 20 years? Zhang Xianbiao, you think I am a market aunt,

Are you bargaining with you over whether a piece of Chinese cabbage costs one yuan or two yuan? Believe it or not, I will let your brother sit in jail in Huzhou?" The dude is indeed a senior dude, and he is extremely domineering in his words and actions.

The man smiled bitterly.

"Yes, there is a long queue of people begging me to do something. If you don't do it, there are many people there. Don't come in my door again." The dude sneered.

"Xiao Xinye, this is a public statement, okay! I'll give you the exact news the day after tomorrow at the latest." The man gritted his teeth and said.

"Don't be such a coquettish girl, this must be done. Otherwise, where would I find such an opportunity? You also know my temper, so don't let me go." The dude said with a smile, his tone was gentle and his eyes were sinister.

He said, "It's a big deal on your territory, and if something goes wrong, you're going to die."

The man was helpless, hoping in his heart that it wasn't this young man who was causing trouble.

"I'll give you some advice. Get him a sack, put him in it, pull the rope, and throw him into the Qiantang River. Don't kill him. Pull him up and put him on the bank of the Qiantang River. Some kind-hearted people will always see him."

The dude said softly.

The man nodded and did not take away a single photo.

After the middle-aged man left, the dude took out a photo he had never taken out before. In the photo, the protagonist and Li Tan, a celebrity from the provincial party committee, were eating spicy hotpot in a small shop in the west of the city.

He burned all the photos and negatives.

The smile on his handsome face is ferocious and playful.

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At nine o'clock in the morning on Saturday, in the bustling urban area of ​​Shanghai, a crippled man stepped out of a taxi with a briefcase under his arm, entered a cafe, and chose a seat by the window. Although he had a wide field of vision, he was not easily observed by others.

Half an hour later, a brightly dressed man got out of the taxi, carrying a box, and entered the cafe. He found the crippled man and saw a copy of "Phoenix Weekly" on his table. He was relieved, sat down, and put the "Phoenix Weekly" on his table.

The box is placed under the table at the foot level.

"Mr. Huang, what do you want to drink?" the crippled man wearing a peaked cap chuckled softly.

"No need." The successful man with an elite face shook his head.

"Smoking?" the man asked. He wore a layer of imperceptible rubber gloves on his hands. They were so thin that they couldn't be noticed without looking carefully.

"Forget it, let's get straight to the point." The successful man smiled and said in a very soft voice, "Let me take a look at the things?"

"Of course, this is the rule." The man in the peaked hat nodded, and took out a private document from the briefcase that he had erased all fingerprints on, but did not give it to him in a hurry. He bent down, dragged the box with his other hand, and placed it on his lap.

, opened it and looked at the densely packed banknotes. His eyes were still as calm as water, and his fingers did not tremble at all. He randomly took out a few stacks, pinched them with familiarity, and with satisfied eyes, he finally handed the document to the other party who thought it was unnecessary, and said with a smile: "This thing is a lot of money."

Come out, I dare not say that letting the stock drop to the limit in one day will at least make this your bitter rival lose hundreds of millions. I guarantee that the turnover rate throughout the day can reach 4 percentage points, or even more."

"Is it such an exaggeration?" The successful person smiled and disagreed.

The lame man smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Of course, if I run this thing, it will definitely not have this effect. Maybe magazines like "Phoenix Weekly" and "Securities Market Weekly" won't publish it. Otherwise, I will be self-defeating.
To be continued...