At 10:30 p.m., a nightclub in a county in North China.
The popular electronic music is entangled with all kinds of human bodies, and the smell of low-quality cigarettes and watered alcohol is mixed together. Bu Zhonghua held a cigarette in one hand and a black plastic bag in the other. He strode through the men and women writhing in love on the dance floor and walked straight to a booth in the corner with his back to the surveillance camera. He saw a t in the dimness. A tall, long-legged man in a denim shirt was busy hugging each other. Two heavily made-up escort girls sat next to him and sat on his lap. They couldn't stop giggling: "Brother, please don't lie to us. !" "Are you really coming to help us open two bottles of gold prescription tomorrow?"
Bang!
The girls were startled, and turned around to see Bu Zhonghua slamming the black plastic bag on the table, and a few wads of pink banknotes leaked out of the bulging mouth of the bag!
"Take it." Bu Zhonghua casually threw two stacks to the two girls and ordered succinctly: "Leave."
The man smiled and patted the girl's bare back: "Hey, the businessman is here. I can't accompany you two anymore. Go ahead." He took out a packet of blue powder from his trouser pocket and did not shy away from her. The two of them were thrown directly in front of Bu Zhonghua.
When the two bartenders saw the bag full of money, their eyes widened. They didn't care whether it was gold or not. They quickly grabbed a bunch of money and ran away laughing.
The place was full of men and women, no one noticed the movement here. Bu Zhonghua put away the bag of blue gold, glanced around, and finally turned back and raised his eyebrows at the man, asking meaningfully: "Professor Jiang can't hold the knife anymore, right, Yan Xi?"
The man opposite who was wiping the lipstick marks on his neck with a napkin paused for a moment, then raised his face quietly, revealing two obvious dark circles, and pressed his lower back tightly with one hand behind his back: "Don't mention him to me."
"...What's wrong with your waist?"
"nothing."
Bu Zhonghua looked Yan Xi up and down with a new, astonished look, as if he was meeting him for the first time. Five seconds later, Yan Xi slapped the napkin on the table angrily: "Put away your full-blown thoughts." Dirty and depraved thoughts! Your brother and I slept in the back seat of the car for two nights and accidentally slipped my waist!"
"Why are you sleeping in the back seat of the car?"
"Cool!!"
"..." Bu Zhonghua closed the lapel of his leather jacket, nodded and said, "Yes, it will indeed be summer in half a year."
This stupid brother doesn't know whether to live or die yet, but reality will definitely teach him how to behave. Yan Xuan snorted coldly with his nostrils raised to the sky, said nothing, and raised his chin towards the money bag: "Where did you get it?"
Bu Zhonghua said: "You can make money by selling fans."
"Are you really fucking selling it?"
"Can't you really cheat that big fish?"
Yan Xuan was stunned and gave him a thumbs up. Bu Zhonghua raised the corner of his mouth mockingly, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "--I have shipped three batches of goods now, and the first batch of blue gold was given directly to him. Shark, the second and third batches were all white, and they were given to an 'Old Clam' from Zhejiang and a 'Boss Ji' from Hubei respectively, but in fact those two people were sent by Shark's subordinates to test me. What if Dare to give them fake goods, the shark has already discovered that something is wrong with this drama, do you think you can still see me alive?"
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Swallowing the Seas
Mystery / Thriller[MACHINE TRANSLATED NOVEL] Alternative Title: Po Yun 2 swallowing the seas, 破云2, 破云2吞海 Author: 淮上 Jinhai City Public Security Bureau newcomer Wu Yu is meek and mild, a man of few words, and completely unconcerned about the trials and tribulations p...