Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 103

"In short..." Jiang Ting smiled and said, "He burned it, his firebird!"

"Yan Xie, I know you. We've been brothers for many years. Needless to say, I also understand... No, no."

"Yan Xie, I know everything about you. When Chief Lu and the others came to question me, everything I said was true. You know that Captain Fang is my direct superior, so...it's not right."

"Yan Xie, I already know about your poisoning and car accident. Although Captain Fang is my direct superior, we've been brothers for so many years..."

"What are you doing, Brother Qin?" Ma Xiang was walking through the corridor shoulder to shoulder with his colleague when he saw a familiar figure standing outside Yan Xie's office, chanting. Seeing that it was Qin Chuan, he went up and slapped his shoulder: "What are you chanting spells for? Brother Yan isn't even here, yo, is this food?"

Qin Chuan was startled and turned back suddenly: "What?"

Ma Xiang had already skillfully opened the plastic bag, taken out a peach, rubbed it a little on his clothes, and said with a smile, "Brother Yan said that he had a quarrel with Chief Lu yesterday, and today he's sick and didn't come to work. Do you have something to do with him? Why don't you go to his house?"

Well, half a day's worth of mental preparation was in vain.

Qin Chuan felt that he wasted two tons of precious feelings in an instant: "A quarrel? About what?"

"How would I know, but it should be-" Ma Xiang lowered his voice and pointed in the direction of the anti-drug division: "About your boss. Hey, don't take it to heart, it has nothing to do with you anyway. Let them fight with the gods, and beat each other."

"... alright, alright, " Qin Chuan shoved the fruits into Ma Xiang's hand and waved his hand annoyedly: "Go, when Yan Xie comes back, give me a call."

"Oh! Okay!" Ma Xiangle carried the bag of fruits back to the office.

.........

Gongzhou.

Seven o'clock in the evening, in the nightclub.

The corridor on the second floor of the nightclub was dimly lit, and was excessively decorated. The pale gold wallpaper and the thick, red-patterned carpet on the ground complemented each other, successfully creating a cheap luxurious feeling in the interior of the well-known nightclub.

Qi Sihao was wearing sunglasses and had a low-key and casual outfit. Under the guidance of Madam Sang Yinqin, he pushed open the door of the largest box. Seeing him, a man in the room immediately stood up: "Hey, Old Qi is here!"

The girls followed one after another: "Brother Qi!"

"Brother Qi!"

.........

Qi Sihao waved his hand and ordered to open two bottles of Macallan 18. Madam Sang immediately burst into laughter, turned around, and went out.

They'd apparently already had a round of drinks in the box. Empty wine bottles were lying on the coffee table. Four or five "champagne princesses" were wearing off-the-shoulder tops and mini skirts, all having excitement and slight drunkenness on their faces. Qi Sihao quickly glanced around, and through their thick makeup, in which even their mother would not be able to recognize them, he vaguely recognized the girls who were familiar to him. He calmed down a little and whispered to the big-bellied man on the side: "You're really good, Old Liu, this is the second time this month! What did I say at the beginning?"

"Yes, yes, yes - but how could I have thought that the goods would sell so well?" Old Liu stubbornly held the cigarette between his stubby fingers and smiled. He spread his hands exaggeratedly: "Look, it's not even winter yet, and seventy to eighty percent of the goods are already gone in the middle of the year. The demand has exceeded the supply! What can I do?"