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(Well, you can be more coquettish in the book review section, and you can also add more coquettish posts in the book group. There are a bunch of slutty people in there. In the end, you can shout weakly, do you have a vote?)

Yulin has been anxious about the situation and finally has some movement. The upstart Lao Gao who invited Uncle De to take over Yulin finally made up his mind to give it a go. He found wealth in danger. If he wanted to reach a higher level, he could only make a desperate bet.

The wallflower ended up badly. He already had no shortage of money, status, and beauties. He just wanted to consolidate his position and make his empire bigger. Seeing the accelerated construction of the national energy base, he smelled danger.

, so be prepared for a rainy day, be prepared for danger in times of peace, and never miss a good strategy. If that time comes and you still stand there stupidly waiting for someone to take care of you, then he will only have so much money by then.

However, Xi'an, which has always been calm, is more like the calm before the storm. It is so quiet that it is scary. Many people who are interested have already felt a trace of uneasiness and blood. Even the gangsters who usually come out to make jokes at night have disappeared. Suddenly

The tranquility is a bit uncomfortable.

The old gangsters who had been on the road for many years all noticed something strange. It seemed that this situation was caused by the fatwa issued by Zhang Dehan, the black-faced marquis of Xifu more than a week ago. Tsk tsk tsk, Xifu is black.

Zhang Dehan's nephew and his family were almost killed in front of a food stall. When the news came out, people on Guanzhong Road were in an uproar. This was a naked red man slapping Mr. Hou in the face and the faces of people in Xifu. Who was it?

With this kind of courage, there are no more than five people on the entire Guanzhong Road who can be on an equal footing with the Marquis, and there are only three people who dare to fight with the Marquis with real swords and guns. Now it seems that anyone has the possibility, and the Marquis also seems to be

While guessing and verifying who wanted to play tricks on him.

Aunt Zhao's private leisure club next to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Square has been busy with traffic and people coming and going in the past few days. It seems that many old members heard that the club was closing and came to enjoy the unique taste, beauties and guqin in the club again.

, Good tea, good wine, such high-class enjoyment is rare in Xi'an. Naturally, many people linger here, and it is the same today. The few Beetles and Minis in front of the door must be the young ladies from Aunt Zhao's Lisboa women's private club.

Dear friends, only the red Audi parked far away with a warning sign on its tail and the dark black Shaanxi A with four zeros starting with it are forgettable, but everyone who comes in and out of the club has their own eyes.

Without hesitation, I dedicated it to the seemingly inconspicuous, but frightening Audi. Only those with a discerning eye would know what is going on.

Inside the club, it is very lively today. The first and second floors are much livelier than before. To say it is lively is just to say that there are many more people than before. After all, those who can come here are so-called high-status people.

The upper class people will naturally not be like the shrewish aunts in the vegetable market who quarrel over a dime.

Although people's hearts are in a state of flux in the room, the sound of the bamboo guqin and the orchid zither on the second floor makes people feel much more peaceful, making them calm and relaxed.

"Jingjing, how many days has it been since third brother came?" Lin Qingya, who was brewing coffee at the bar on the first floor, raised her chin with blurred eyes and asked Zhao Jing, who was reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude" with gusto.

There are not as many people on the first floor today as there are on the second floor. Also, most of the time, there are more people on the second floor than on the first floor. Most of the people on the first floor are young ladies and ladies chatting with their girlfriends to relieve their boredom.

The second floor is indeed a favorite place for old members. The classical beauty of the four rhymes of green plum, bamboo and orchid makes many old members in the club linger and indulge in it.

Gu Yue and Zhao Ling were enjoying themselves reading books at the small bar not far away. Generally, members who came to the club would not call them if they had nothing to do, so in Aunt Zhao's club, they were more relaxed.

, you can do your own thing every day and read your favorite books. Only when members have something to do, they will help, such as adding some coffee, picking up a book, etc.

"Little girl has a springy look on her face. You can tell she's having sex at a glance." Zhao Jing closed the book and said with a smile.

"Asking you?" Qing Ya glared at Zhao Jing angrily and said.

Zhao Jing stood up, walked to Qingya's side, smelled the fragrance of Qingya vigorously, and suddenly touched Qingya's proud breasts, and said lustfully, "It's been more than a week, someone has been lonely."

"You little pervert," Qingya scolded with a smile and knocked off Zhao Jing's strange hand that was causing trouble on her body.

Then he looked around the club a little absent-mindedly, and asked in despair, "Jingjing, what are your plans after you are locked up with Lingling Club? Are you going to follow Aunt Zhao, or?"

"Lingling and I haven't thought about it yet. Isn't there still some time left? At that time, we really don't want to find any more jobs, so we will continue to follow Aunt Zhao. Anyway, Aunt Zhao said that we will take care of food, drink, and housing, so maybe we can still

If she can find a rich husband and finally become a serious young woman, she will feel more comfortable spending time at the spa, coffee and shopping every day." Zhao Jing shook her head and said whatever came to her mind.

"What about you?" Zhao Jing asked with a smile.

"Me, my dad told me to go to Shanghai. My uncle has a good law firm there. I happen to be studying law, so I will go there to practice. If it doesn't work, I will come back." Lin Qingya

He smiled and shook his head.

"Qingya, are you really leaving?" Zhao Jing asked with a bit of reluctance, feeling a little lost instantly. They were also in the club. They were a group of sisters who talked about everything without any intrigues.

Lin Qingya shook her head firmly and said, "I will miss you. When you go to Shanghai, we can continue shopping."

"We can't bear to leave you. Zhuyun is leaving too. You are all gone. What will happen to us sisters?" Zhao Jing took Qingya's hand and asked infatuatedly. Not far away, Gu Yue and Zhao Ling also saw that even the

Strangely, he cast a concerned look.

"You guys wait for me to come back. I will come back. I like Xi'an and the walled city." Qing Yaqiang pretended to smile and shook Zhao Jing's hand.

"Jingjing, what's wrong with you two? You're so affectionate." Xiao Guoguo walked in and saw Qingya and Zhao Jing holding hands affectionately. She wondered if these two people were tending to develop in that direction. Damn, this

It also makes it difficult for millions of single gay men in China to survive. No wonder there are gays, mothers, and non-gays all over the world. How can these male compatriots solve their physical needs and enrich their spiritual world?

"Fuck you, Xiao Guoguo," Zhao Jing scolded with a smile, and Xiao Guoguo chuckled.

"Aunt Zhao, are you still on the third floor?" Xiao Guoguo asked softly.

"Well, the big shot hasn't left yet, Aunt Zhao is still here, and Xiao Shuangshuang's mother is here too," Lin Qingya said.

On the somewhat exaggerated rosewood coffee table in the middle of the hall on the third floor, Aunt Zhao, who was wearing very casual light clothes, held a purple sand teapot and brewed tea meticulously. There were many steps, but she was neither anxious nor impatient, and quite charming.

Be patient, on the third floor you can clearly hear the melodious sound of bamboo music on the second floor, coupled with the antique pure Chinese style on the third floor, this artistic conception is enviable.

Opposite Aunt Zhao sat a man in his forties wearing a police uniform. He kept smiling while watching Aunt Zhao quietly making tea. There was no trace of blasphemy against Aunt Zhao's beauty. It can be seen that the two of them

The relationship is not ordinary. Ordinary strangers will definitely pay attention to Aunt Zhao. When a man is with a woman, let alone a beautiful woman, 90% of men will pay attention to a woman's body, and the remaining 10% will either

They are gay, or eunuchs.

A pot of Longjing tea with the leisurely fragrance was finally brewed. Aunt Zhao first poured a cup for the potbellied man in police uniform, and then poured another cup for herself. After sitting back on the red sandalwood chair, she looked at the policeman in police uniform with a smile.

A man who obeys.

"Old Zhao, I just like coming to your place. I can enjoy this pure Longjing every time." The man in police uniform picked up the tea cup and took a sip with a smile. He said with admiration, speaking very non-standard Mandarin, a discerning person.

As soon as he heard it, he knew he was from Guanzhong.

"If you like it, then bring more. One less for you will be more, and one more for you will not be more," Aunt Zhao said with a smile.

"You." The man in the police uniform smiled and sighed. If there are any smart people out there, you will know how high this guy's position is when you see the four-pointed stars on both sides of the man's police uniform epaulette. He is a third-level police officer.

Supervisor, this position is indeed not low.

"Lao He, how about the matter I asked you to investigate for me? I don't let you drink this tea for free," Aunt Zhao said with a smile.

Hearing Aunt Zhao's words, Lao He frowned instantly and his face changed. He put down the teacup, sighed and shook his head helplessly and said, "Old Zhao, it's not that I didn't check, it's just that I encountered resistance and all the clues were lost."

The people have been destroyed, leaving me with no way to start. Besides, it is really difficult to mobilize people from the Municipal Bureau and the Provincial Department."

After Aunt Zhao heard this, she smiled a little disdainfully, looked at Lao He, and said playfully, "Old He, don't tell me that you, a powerful deputy director of a provincial department, can't even hold a municipal bureau. People won't believe you if you tell me.

ah"

Lao He's face suddenly changed and he was dejected, but with things like this, he couldn't help it. He had already heard about the seemingly ordinary incident a week ago, but seemed to be the trigger for many things. He thought it involved a

Zhang Dehan, the big thief on Guanzhong Road, already had a headache. Later, he didn't expect that this woman would be involved again. This matter made him really helpless. It wasn't that he didn't investigate carefully, it was just that the people in the city bureau were not on the same page as him. It seemed that someone

After some manipulation, many clues came to an abrupt end. Anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that the matter was with the city bureau.

"You know that the old Jia from the city bureau is my equal and my enemy. I can't do anything about many things. But what is certain is that this matter does not look simple. It should not be over yet. Do you know Zhang Dehan?" Lao He frowned.

said.

"That reckless man Zhang Dehan?" Aunt Zhao said disdainfully. These mythical thieves on Guanzhong Road who were rumored by rumors were nothing to her. If the government really wanted to touch them, it was just a matter of a few words.

, they all thought they were a nobody.

"Well, that night, his nephew was also there, the Bai Peng who was rescued by Li Sansheng." Lao He returned. He couldn't guess what the matter was like, but he was sure that it was not over.

Aunt Zhao shook her head, put down the teacup, glanced at Lao He and said, "Lao He, if you can't even control the municipal bureau, I think you should know what Secretary Jiang will think."

Hearing Aunt Zhao's words, Lao He looked livid and shocked. He was not yet fifty years old, and he still had the opportunity to continue to climb up. If Lao Zhao really said that, there would probably be no chance for him in this life.

It's over.

After Lao He left, a graceful, luxurious, yet elegant woman came out of the Tianzihao private room. She looked at Lao He's back and said with a smile, "Lao He has ambitions, but his ability is a bit lacking, otherwise.
Chapter completed!