Zhu Fugui works in the dance hall and no longer lives with Song Zhichao. No one is hysterical or snoring in the middle of the night. So Song Zhichao slept comfortably until dawn in the guest room of Longtai Hotel, and didn't even have a dream. Until the waiter was outside, he knocked on the door politely to wake him up, and Song Zhichao woke up and felt full of energy. He had been exhausted these days. Sure enough, the bed must be comfortable enough to have a good sleep.

After getting up, I washed up, changed into a waiter and handed over the shirt that had been washed, dried and ironed, put the suit jacket on my body, Song Tianyao looked in the mirror, and then went out to walk towards the hotel restaurant.

As a state-owned hotel, like many big hotels, in this era, there are usually only Chinese food and no Western food. After all, there are not many foreign customers.

Therefore, Song Zhichao came to the Chinese restaurant in the hotel and ordered some breakfast, porridge, roasted wheat, shrimp dumplings, etc., and sat in front of the seat and ate slowly.

At this moment, a person walked in outside the restaurant. He was tall and big, with a big bald head, holding a briefcase in his hand, glanced at the restaurant and walked straight towards Song Zhichao.

Put the briefcase in his hand next to Song Zhichao, the bald man sat opposite him, yawning lazily and said, "I've been busy all night and I'm a little hungry."

"I'll treat you to order something." Song Zhichao put down the tableware in his hand, wiped his mouth with a napkin and said with a smile to Jin Jiu.

"Of course I have to invite you. For a breakfast, I will exchange it for 10,000 yuan!" Jin Jiuchao's waiter waved and said bluntly: "What are the most expensive here? Give me one of them all."

The waiter went down to place an order, and then Jin Jiu turned his head and said to Song Zhichao, "Don't you check it and see if there is any small thing?"

Song Zhichao was not polite to him, so he copied the briefcase directly, opened it and took a closer look, then closed the briefcase again, and said, "There are quite a lot, I don't worry about Brother Jiu's business."

Jin Jiu laughed: "You are so tired that it is worth it." As he said that, he pushed something to Song Zhichao with a snap, and said: "You are holding this thing, second-hand one, and it is not worth it."

When Song Zhichao saw that it was a "little elite" BB machine in Hanxian Motorola. It was a rare thing in this era. Even if it was second-hand, it was brand new and still cost several hundred yuan.

"You always see the dragon but not the tail. With this, it's easy to contact you!" Jin Jiu explained the reason.

Song Zhichao was not polite and said again: "Thank you!" He put away the BB machine.

At this time, the waiter brought the tea, Jin Jiu took a sip and said, "You are willing to ask me to help, and you are worthy of me. Zhongyou, this thing is for you..." As he said that, Jin Jiu vomited tea and reached out to take out something from his arms, and handed it to Song Zhichao with ease.

When Song Zhichao took it, he found an IOU, which contained a signature Qi Wanda and bright red handprints, which cost 10,000 yuan.

Song Zhichao couldn't help laughing, and gave Jin Jiu a thumbs up and said, "Brother Jiu is sharp, better than Zhou Papi."

Jin Jiu proudly threw out a toothpick from the porcelain bottle on the table, leaned forward, tied the shrimp dumplings on Song Zhichao's plate with the toothpick, and took a beautiful bite and said, "You are right? I am first-class in blackmailing and scraping the ground!"

"Actually, you can keep this IOU."

Jin Jiu shook his head and slowly ate the shrimp dumplings and said, "It's at most an IOU in my hand, but it may turn into waste paper, which will be different in your hand."

Song Zhichao nodded, indicating that he understood the meaning of Jin Jiu.

"But I don't know why you like that Hong Kong guy so much? He is so fat and stupid. When he scares him, he will piss it off."

"Didn't you say that he is a Hong Kong guy."

Jin Jiu was stunned, "It's because of this?"

"Well, it's because of this."

Jin Jiu curled his lips and shook his head, "I don't understand - I'm not a woman, there are diamonds underneath." He pierced another shrimp dumpling with a toothpick and threw it into his mouth.

At this time, high-end breakfasts at Jinjiu were coming one after another.

Song Zhichao had already eaten, so he got up, carried a briefcase and said to Jin Jiu, "You eat slowly, I want to go back to the guest room and wait for someone."

"Are you sure he will come?" Jin Jiu did not get up and looked at Song Zhichao.

"Do you want to make a bet?"

"What bet, you settle my account first!" Jin Jiu looked at the breakfast table at a large table, "Tell you, I didn't bring a penny today!"

...

Song Zhichao returned to his guest room, took off his suit and hung it on the clothes hanger, threw the lost briefcase on the spring bed, and then turned on the TV. With the sound of advertisements from the TV, he sat at the desk and picked up a newspaper and looked carefully.

Reading newspapers in the past few days has become the norm for Song Zhichao. He likes to take notes when reading newspapers. He often copy the content he finds useful and conducts careful research. Especially now that he has new plans and goals, the targetedness is even stronger.

Since the Asian Games will be held in more than a month, the Asian Games have been covered with reports on both TV and newspapers recently. Slogans like "The people of the whole country are the hosts! Everyone cares about the Asian Games, and everyone contributes to the Asian Games to win honor for the Asian Games, and I add glory to the Asian Games!" have spread all over the streets and alleys across the country.

Song Zhichao read the newspaper for a while and looked at the watch casually. It seemed that more than an hour had passed, and it was about ten o'clock in the morning.

Song Zhichao frowned, and just as he got up and wanted to pour a cup of tea, the door of his room was knocked on.

Song Zhichao didn't get up, but just said to the door: "Come in."

The door was not locked and opened.

A fat man walked in.

Song Zhichao took his eyes away from the newspaper, glanced at the visitor, then folded the newspaper, and said with a smile: "Oh, it turns out that you are a friend and friend. I didn't expect you to be so trustworthy and come to deliver me a briefcase early in the morning!"

Qi Wanda looked ugly, holding her waist with one hand, and staggering towards Song Zhichao, looking like hemorrhoids.

Song Zhichao stood up and gave up his seat.

Qi Wanda ignored him and instead glanced at Song Zhichao's room with his small eyes. Soon, he locked the briefcase on the bed.

"What a gift! Isn't your bag staying in bed?" Qi Wanda was so angry that she was so angry when she remembered that she was repaired last night.

Song Zhichao smiled, pulled open the drawer, took out Zhu Fugui's bottle of safflower oil and shook it at Qi Wanda: "Do you want to fall into the wine?"

"No, I'm very strong!" Qi Wanda sat on the chair, but screamed "Ouch" and touched the scars of being beaten last night.

"It seems you need it very much - many people's butts are often more honest than their mouths." Song Zhichao threw the safflower oil to Qi Wanda.

Qi Wanda had to reach out to catch it, "Don't you cry for a cat and pretend to be merciful! Did you do the trick last night?"

"I said no, do you believe it?" Song Zhichao shrugged.

"Don't believe it!"

"That's right!" Song Zhichao took the teacup and took the tea under the pressure pot.

Qi Wanda was so angry that she felt so angry that she saw that Song Zhichao was calm and calm, without any shame, and she felt even more angry.

"I ask you, did you mean to see your money yesterday?"

"Yes."

"Do you know I'm making money?"

"Yes."

"You arranged that taxi driver?"

"Yes." Song Zhichao leaned against the wall, hugged his arms, and took a small sip with his teacup.

Qi Wanda felt angry, "needless to say, you arranged that person named Jin Jiu?"
Chapter completed!