In Xixiang Pedestrian Street, Tong Dayong and Xu Bingbing walked hand in hand on the street after having lunch in a simple restaurant.

Of course they didn't come just for shopping, mainly because Xu Bingbing only brought a few sets of clothes. She didn't have bedding or some daily necessities. These things had to be bought back this afternoon, otherwise she wouldn't be able to do anything tonight.

Live in your own room.

After an afternoon of shopping, the two of them bought a bunch of things in large and small bags and carried them back to the car. They also included some ingredients bought from Xinyijia Supermarket. They planned to make a dinner tonight and eat it by themselves.

meals.

Tong Dayong drove the car and turned on the air conditioner in the car. The air conditioner slowly filled the entire car. When he was about to start the car, Tong Dayong caught a glimpse of the Jinba men's clothing store opposite and pointed to the one next to the men's clothing store.

The women's clothing store called "Beautiful Clothes Pavilion" said to Xu Bingbing: "Look, I saw you in that store some time ago."

"Let's go, stop nagging, I've visited too many places, how can I remember them?"

Tong Dayong started the car, and the two of them first went to the new company's decoration site to take a look. After two days of construction, the layout of the entire company's office area has been revealed, and the circuits and some basic facilities in the factory have almost been installed.

In a day or two, various machinery and equipment and production lines can be installed.

When the two drove back to their residence in Hexi Village, Chen Lan happened to come downstairs from get off work, so everyone carried a few bags upstairs and carried all the results of today's purchases to their home on the fifth floor.

After a short rest, everyone started cooking. Washing vegetables, cutting meat, making soup, and cooking vegetables, the three of them were very busy in the kitchen.

Of the three, Tong Dayong naturally has the best cooking skills. He is the eldest in the family and has been a "little adult" since he was a child, so cooking is just a piece of cake for him.

However, since he hasn't made food for a long time, Tong Dayong's skills have become a lot rusty, and he feels that the operation is not as smooth as before. Fortunately, he has a strong foundation and is not clumsy.

After a lot of tinkering, four dishes and one soup were ready, and everyone happily brought the results of half an hour's work to the table.

"Let's eat!" Tong Dayong shouted, and then his face froze.

Seeing this, Xu Bingbing asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"We have been busy for a long time, only focusing on cooking, and the rice hasn't been cooked yet!" Tong Dayong said.

"Ah..." Xu Bingbing and Chen Lan were stunned at the same time.

"Let's eat the food first, I'll go cook now."

Tong Dayong was about to walk into the kitchen when Xu Bingbing asked: "Have you bought rice?"

Tong Dayong stopped and said, "I really didn't buy it!"

Chen Lan said: "I'm going downstairs to see if there is a place selling steamed buns nearby. It's the same thing to buy a few steamed buns to eat." After saying that, he opened the door and ran out.

Tong Dayong and Xu Bingbing sat at the dining table and waited, swallowing their saliva while looking at the steaming dishes and soup. Ten minutes later, Chen Lan opened the door and came in, empty-handed.

"Eat vegetables and drink soup. Who said you have to have rice to eat? There is no rice in high-end restaurants, they all rely on vegetables." Tong Dayong said.

So everyone had to eat the vegetables with empty bowls, and scoop some soup as they ate. This kind of dinner without staple food can be dealt with by girls who care about their figure, but not for a strong man like Tong Dayong.

, no matter how much I eat, my stomach feels empty.

Since there was no rice, the four dishes and one soup were quickly eaten by three people, without even a drop of soup left.

However, Tong Dayong's cooking skills were praised by the two beauties, both of whom said it would be perfect if there was some rice.

Such a dinner is definitely not very hungry. Before ten o'clock, everyone felt that their stomachs were starting to get upset again, so they changed their shoes and went downstairs together to find a place to have a midnight snack...

At about ten o'clock the next morning, Huang Jinquan was working at his desk in the office when the landline phone on his desk rang. From the sound, he knew it was an extension call and it was an internal call.

As soon as Huang Jinquan put the phone receiver to his ear, he heard the security guard Xiao Zhao shouting: "Mr. Huang, it's bad, a large group of people rushed into the factory!"

"What's going on? Xiao Zhao?"

"Seven or eight men came just now. They were all wearing black clothes. They rushed in without registering or saying anything. The two of us couldn't stop them!"

Just when Huang Jinquan felt confused, there was a noise outside the door. Before he could get up and go out to take a look, the door of the office was kicked open, and several black men immediately broke in.

"What do you do?" Huang Jinquan asked in surprise.

"Where's Tong Dayong?" asked a man wearing a gold chain. He had a fierce look on his face, his arms were covered with tattoos, and he had a brown clutch bag under his arm.

"What are you looking for him for?"

"Stop talking so damn much, where is he? If you don't tell me, I will destroy this lousy company of yours!" the tattooed man said through gritted teeth, while several other men stood beside him with their hands folded.

"Tong Dayong is a salesman. He went out to run business. I don't know where he is!" Huang Jinquan was a little frightened. After all, people at this age have seniors and juniors, so they can't afford to mess around.

"You fucking fart!" The tattooed man slapped Huang Jinquan on the face. He suddenly felt that half of his face was burning and his ears were buzzing.

"What are you doing? Do you know who is breaking the law?" Huang Jinquan yelled, covering his face.

The tattooed man laughed and said, "Is it illegal? I break the law every day. I won't do anything that is not illegal!" As he said this, he slapped the other side of Huang Jinquan's face with another ear-scratcher.

At this time, Liu Qing and Zhang Ziming from next door broke in. Huang Jinquan did not expect that these two young guys who usually didn't look too naughty would actually hit the tattooed man as soon as they came in.

Unfortunately, there were too many people on the other side. As soon as the two men raised their fists, they were pushed to the corner by the other men and kicked and punched. They were instantly defeated and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

"Call Tong Dayong and ask him to come back!" The tattooed man sat on the sofa, took out a Chinese cigarette from his handbag and lit it.

Seeing Huang Jinquan standing still, a black man next to him raised his hand and punched him several times, causing nosebleeds to flow down his lips.

Huang Jinquan wiped the blood from his nose, and half of his face was immediately painted red, "Why did he offend you? This is a society with laws, and we can't let you do whatever you want!"

"If I throw you away, will you call me? It doesn't matter if you don't call. I have his mobile phone number here. I will call him." The tattooed man took out the piece of paper Chen Lijun wrote to Lu Bingxian yesterday from his handbag and found it on it.

Tong Dayong's mobile phone number, and then took out his mobile phone and dialed it.

"Hello, Mr. Tong Dayong?" the tattooed man asked with a smile.

At this time, Tong Dayong was at the decoration site of the new company. After receiving the call, he asked: "Hello, I am Tong Dayong, who are you?"

"I'm your dad!" The tattooed man was still laughing.

Tong Dayong smelled the provocation on the phone. Two days ago, he realized that a fierce battle was coming, "Where are you?"
Chapter completed!