ps: Happy birthday to the father of Lao Doude, a classmate in the group!!

"What's going on?" Herre's loud voice was truly earth-shattering.

"Brother Lei, the lunch is ready!"

"Okay! Got it!" He scolded the men who walked away with the report. He Lei immediately changed his face and looked at Liu Fugui on the seat with a smile: "Mr. Liu..."

"Yes," Liu Fugui responded softly, then stood up and greeted: "Okay! Everyone, we have finished talking about official matters. I think this trip will be quite difficult for you. I, Liu, will prepare a small amount of wine to welcome you.

It’s done.”

"Okay, okay, okay!" Wang Qiang had long been bored to the point of feeling uncomfortable. After hearing this, he immediately jumped to his feet.

In response, Liu Fugui just smiled and then led everyone out of the VIP room.

The dining area is at the end of the third floor, all the way up. Tang Xiaoquan paid special attention to the signboards of the houses on both sides of this passage.

He found that none of them were used for offices. Most of them were leisure places such as entertainment rooms and fitness rooms. He even saw a plaque with a "sauna room" hanging on it, which made him wonder if he had come to a certain place.

A high-end private club.

At the end, the wooden door of the restaurant was pushed open, and as soon as they entered the house, the survivors couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The golden Mediterranean ceiling design, gold foil wall decoration, and precious oil paintings that make people unable to understand the artistic conception all show the luxurious style, making people feel like they are in the mysterious aristocracy of Egypt.

"Oh my god! This is so... ridiculous!" I thought I was just eating in the staff canteen, but who would have thought that I would actually be in such a high-end place. For a moment, Wang Qiang's mouth felt like it was anesthetized.

He froze there.

"There is a washing place here. You can go in and wash yourself." Liu Fugui pointed to a carved wooden door beside him.

Out of etiquette, the survivors went in one by one and washed their faces and hands.

It's over, let's gather at the dinner table.

"Okay, Herre, let the kitchen serve the food!"

"Yes, Mr. Liu." He Lei snapped his fingers and shouted: "Serve!"

Seeing the other party's actions, Tang Xiaoquan asked politely: "Mr. Liu, won't Yunpeng eat with him?"

A trace of despair flashed in his eyes, and Liu Fugui shook his head slightly: "Don't worry about him. This meal is mainly prepared for you."

Although it was just a glance, the fading color on Liu Fugui's face still did not escape Tang Xiaoquan's alert gaze.

Alas, every family has its own problems. It seems that no matter how successful Liu Fugui is in his career, his son will always be useless.

Tang Xiaoquan, who sighed secretly in his heart, did not continue to ask. At the same time, rapid footsteps came from outside the closed wooden door.

The exciting moment finally arrived. Wang Qiang stared at the waiter who came in through the wooden door.

Wow, it’s a big bowl. What kind of dish can it be?

His eyes were full of expectation and desire, and thanks to the waiter's concentration dog, he was on the vegetable basin in his hand. Otherwise, if he met Wang Qiang's passionate eyes, I believe he would be very, very pained.

.

As soon as the vegetable basin was placed on the table, Wang Qiang could no longer take his eyes away.

Chicken soup! nm is actually chicken soup! Wang Qiang can't remember the last time he had this meaty smell. But all this is no longer important. He only has one thought now, that is to destroy it and eat it up.

, chew it till there is no bone residue left.

Unlike Wang Qiang who was "hungry and thirsty", the remaining survivors seemed quite calm.

Especially Tang Xiaoquan, his attention was no longer on the dishes. Instead, he was thinking, is there a live poultry breeding place in Liu Fugui?

The remaining dishes were served one after another, and the look of surprise on Wang Qiang's face became more and more exaggerated.

The survivors couldn't imagine that in such a cruel apocalyptic catastrophe, there could be people living such sophisticated lives.

The dishes in front of you, no matter how big or small, are all served on exquisite plates. Although most of the dishes are made from canned food, judging from the appearance, they are definitely no less than a feast eaten in a restaurant.

"These are all made by my full-time chef, who is good at making southern dishes. I don't know whether they suit your tastes or not."

"Mr. Liu, the dishes are all here!" The waiter bowed slightly.

Hearing this, He Lei frowned and waved his hand, then stood up and poured Liu Fugui a glass of red wine.

"Everyone, that's all the food. What would you like to drink? Red wine? White wine? Or beer?"

"No, Mr. Liu, we are all too drunk. Just drink some tea." Considering that he was in a different place, Xu Renjie politely declined Liu Fugui's kindness.

In this regard, Liu Fugui did not force it. He raised the wine glass in his hand and said with a smile: "Thank you for sending my son to me safe and sound. I also hope that our future cooperation will go smoothly. Come on, I respect you all!"

"Okay! Mr. Liu! Then we will use water instead of wine. Thank you for your kindness!"

After saying this, everyone exchanged cups and drank the wine in their hands.

At the same time, the waiter also began to portion the chicken soup onto plates.

Watching the plate containing the largest piece of chicken leg being brought to Liu Fugui, Wang Qiang's heart felt as if someone had cut it, and it was bleeding continuously.

Waiting patiently for the waiter to finish the preparatory work, Wang Qiang really had the urge to grab the knife and do it himself.

During the dinner, Liu Fugui had a long chat with the survivors.

However, for a soldier like Lao Xu who was born in the army, this meal was not very comfortable for him.

Although the table full of food was extremely tempting, the hypocritical remarks about "businessmen pursuing profit" in Liu Fugui's mouth really made him sick.

After lunch, Liu Fugui arranged for his servants to take Wang Qiang and others back to their rooms to rest, while he himself excused himself and left in advance.

The resting place is also on the third floor. This room is similar to a 4-person dormitory in a university. The difference is that it is fully equipped with TV, air conditioning, and bathroom. It is a pity that in the current lack of electricity, these gadgets and scrap iron

No two.

Wang Qiang didn't care, he quickly took off his clothes, then plunged into the bathroom, and wrote in his own words. Anyway, the hot water here is free. If you don't take a pleasant bath, it wouldn't be a waste.

The remaining four people, Hu, Wei, Xu, and Tang, gathered in the bedroom. Lao Xu took out his watch and looked at the time on his wrist: "It's almost time to contact Lao Zhao and the others."

At that moment, Wang Xinquan nodded, then reached out and took out the wristband from his waist, and winked at Lao Xu: "I'll do it!"

The latter understood, he knew that the other party was reminding that walls have ears, but he didn't say anything more.

Zizzi, soon, the unique noise frequency of the toilet station came out. Tang Xiaoquan spoke quickly and went straight to the topic: "Old Zhao, we have successfully completed the escort mission. We are currently in the factory. We are expected to return tomorrow. Over!"

Zhao Yunhai was slightly startled by the concise and concise sentence, but he quickly replied: "Received! It's over!"

After he stopped talking, Zhao Yunhai's first reaction was that something had happened. Why did he return so quickly?
Chapter completed!