Long Wu was a little surprised to hear that Lin Huaile was the owner of the craftsmanship restaurant.

He never thought that a tycoon living in Taiping Mountain would run a small croaker restaurant, which would be impossible in Hanoi.

Eat the king's fortune and bear the king's worries.

Long Wu still understands this truth. In addition, his salary is much higher than others. He thought it was Situ Haonan who took care of him, but he wanted to repay him in the future, but he didn't expect the real owner to be here.

"I can do things for you, but I need money."

"You need to help me get some identities done. Some of my comrades think of starting over in Xiangjiang."

Long Wu's Cantonese speech was rude, and Lin Huaile barely understood it, but it was enough to agree. Now he lacked a sharp blade in his hand, a sharp blade that cuts over everything.

Ma Gui walked out quickly, came to Situ Haonan's side, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Situ Haonan's face changed drastically. He immediately walked to Lin Huaile's side and whispered: "Boss, Miss Xiaolan's secretary just called and said that there were wreaths piled up in front of the headquarters."

"There are also elegiac couplets left on it, and the reporters are taking pictures."

"Did you notify Manager Lin Guosheng and ask him to help him get it done? By the way, send some people to protect Miss Xiaolan?"

Is this Wan Zhanghong's counterattack?

It's really an old world, and it's really steady and accurate to start.

Although this trick is despicable, it is very effective. Fengrun Insurance is a listed company. A little bit of trouble will affect the stock price, let alone such negative news.

"Xiaolan is an open person, no one dares to touch her. Tomorrow, I will ask the Guiren's security company to equip her with a special bodyguard."

"How is the Bay Shopping?"

After Lin Huaile took over the Bay Tour, he moved to the Bay Center to work and rarely appeared on Fengrun Insurance.

"I haven't received the news yet. After all, it's a foreign company. Even if Wan Zhanghong takes advantage of the courage of ambition, he will not dare to go to the foreign company to cause trouble."

Situ Haonan thought about it and expressed his thoughts.

"Mr. Long, I wonder when you will be able to start construction?"

When Long Wu heard his boss's inquiry, he immediately replied: "It's OK today. Just call me Awu. Uncle Situ just called me like this. Do I need me to deal with the several secret whistles?"

"No, I'll give you a night to prepare manpower. After the matter is done, there will be rice, room, and identity."

"What do you need? Please ask Haonan for it, and he will satisfy everything you have."

Lin Huaile shook his head, and the ready-made alibi evidence would solve them, and he was not a fool.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the dark clouds are gathering more and more. The typhoon that has been waiting for for a long time finally arrived.

Temple Street, one of the most famous attractions in Xiangjiang, has appeared in Michelin Travel Magazine and is known as the top ten must-visit commercial streets by travel experts.

However, in the mouths of Xiangjiang's salty wet guys, it has another name, Man Xiongfeng Street.

The nickname is because Miao Street is very close to Bolan Street, and it eats mountains and water. Therefore, the most popular street stalls on Miao Street sell imported medicines, and the kind of medicines used by men.

One golden spear will never fall, two will never be tired, and three will never live forever.

Of course, half true and half false sold at street stalls require a pair of keen eyes to find the real thing.

Many salted-wet men will turn around before going to Bolan Street, first come to Miao Street, buy some medicine, and then go to Bolan Street to find Malan girls to show their strength.

In addition to being a holy place for men, he is also a nightclub kingdom. The Commerce Department once released statistics saying that the number of nightclubs on Temple Street far exceeds Yau Tsim Mong and ranks first in Hong Kong.

But Yau Tsim Mong has top nightclubs such as Du Laozhi, Shanghai City, and the Grand Palace. These venues are the top even in Asia.

But the path of Miao Street and Yau Tsim Mong is different. It is a affordable nightclub kingdom. If you want to have fun in Du Laozhi and Shanghai City, you can’t get it if you don’t have tens of thousands of yuan.

But Temple Street is different, it is a cheap nightclub kingdom.

In order to serve the citizens, Miao Street has spawned many cheap nightclubs, and can enter the venue for a few dozen yuan. Some short mules who are not successful save money and need to come to Miao Street to shake the prestige of the boss in this area.

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To say it is a civilian nightclub kingdom, in addition to the entertainment city, various affordable stalls and food stalls also occupy most of the streets of Temple Street.

Only you can't imagine, without it, almost all snacks in Xiangjiang can be found here to meet the needs of all civilians.

Even in winter, before nightfall, stall owners and food stall owners all set up stalls early to wait for customers to come to the door.

The nurses who finished work and the Xianshi guys who were preparing to go to Bolan Street to have fun couldn't help but walk into Temple Street, looking for their needs, and stopping in front of the stalls selling clothing or imported medicines.

Long Wu stood in front of the stall and watched the stall owner put the fish eggs into a disposable small plastic bowl in an orderly manner.

He likes to eat fish and eggs, sour and spicy, very much like Hanoi snacks.

This is also his own way to miss his hometown thousands of miles away. He is a foreigner who carries his hometown on his back and wanders around.

Sometimes when children talk and joke in Cantonese, they want to educate them seriously. Don’t forget their mother tongue. If they forget their mother tongue, they forget everything about themselves.

But thinking about this in his heart, he could only turn around and leave, feeling sad alone.

After all, the tigress at home requires their children to learn Cantonese well, so that they can better integrate into their classmates.

Vietnamese, it’s not a good thing to say in Hong Kong.

"Brother Wu."

Just as Long Wu was thinking about it, a man appeared behind him without anyone noticing. The man was shaved with a deep scar on his chin and a blue denim work uniform.

The denim workpiece was covered with oil stains, and there were still a pair of cloth shoes that could no longer be seen in their original color.

Long Wu took a bite of the fish egg without even turning his head, and said softly: "Ali, you are one minute later than the agreed time."

"The car factory is busy today?"

"Do you still go to the hospital to see Wenzhu?"

Ali grabbed his head, with a embarrassed expression on his face, and replied in a low voice: "Two new cars have just arrived today, I've just finished my work, I won't know next time."

Ali came to Xiangjiang two years earlier than Longwu. Because he knew how to repair cars, he quickly found something to do and brought everyone over.

Long Wu didn't want to find him, after all, his old friends have lived a peaceful life and can't pull him into the water.

But his wife was sick and needed money to save her, so she was considered a share.

Long Wu didn't say much, Ali took out the cigarette, smoked silently, waiting for the boss to finish eating.

"How much?"

After eating in one breath, Long Wu gasped comfortably, took out his wallet, and prepared to pay.

"Chenghui, Bajiu, the boss will come again next time."

The store owner was polite and took the money handed over by Long Wu.

Long Wu nodded, took out the cigarette from his bag and lit it with the fire. He then walked forward without looking back. Ali did not hesitate, disappearing into the crowd one after another.
Chapter completed!