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But Tang Jing didn't want to let it go, and continued: "There are too many hidden masters in this group. In the past few years, He Han and I have had several orders recommended by people in the group."

Vivian turned to look at Chu He with stars in her eyes and asked, "Lao Zhuo, can you add me in?" Chen Junsheng also had the same idea. His eyes were originally on the pieces of fish worth thousands of dollars. Now the fish was no longer fragrant, and he also looked at Chu He with eagerness.

Chu He shook his head and did not answer. Since someone wanted to show off, he should not steal the limelight.

As expected, Tang Jing smiled lightly twice: "It's not impossible to join this group, but there are three requirements."

In Vivian's eager eyes, Tang Jing stretched out the first finger: "One, the store consumption is over 50."

After hearing this, Vivian covered her mouth and exclaimed: "50? How is that possible? What can you eat to make 50?"

But Chen Junsheng next to him nodded: "One fish costs 15, how can you not taste it?"

Tang Jing held up her second finger: "Second, personal assets of more than 10 million."

This is very reasonable, Vivian thought, but Chen Junsheng gave up. Although his annual salary is not low, he has elderly parents and young children to support, and he has just divided his property, which is worth tens of millions. He can forget about it in the next few years.

The third finger: "Three, it must be recommended by an acquaintance and approved by half of the group members and Lao Zhuo."

After hearing this, Vivian looked at He Han with stars in her eyes: "How about you introduce me to someone?"

He Han shook his head: "It's not that I don't agree, it's that you can't."

Weiwei An was not convinced: "I can afford to spend 50 yuan. It's no big deal. My assets are over million yuan. The total amount of my flats is more than that."

He Han still shook his head, but did not continue talking. He was afraid of hurting Vivian's self-esteem, but Tang Jing would not: "Maybe you didn't hear it clearly. The most important thing is the third one."

Weiwei said to Chu He: "Lao Zhuo, we have known each other for so many years, you won't refuse, right?"

Chu He still carefully served the fish in his hand: "I promise you."

Weiwei looked at Tang Jing provocatively and said, "Can't you introduce the remaining He Han to me?"

Tang Jing laughed and said, "You think it's too simple. It's not difficult to get Lao Zhuo to agree, but it's not that easy to get half of the people in the group to agree. He Han and I have worked hard for ten years before we emerged from this industry and became famous. They only knew us after they had investigated us before agreeing to let us join the group. If it were that simple, anyone could join casually, and this group would have dispersed long ago."

What do you mean by casual? What do you mean by not famous? Who are you calling a bastard? Vivian complained in her heart.

Although Tang Jing's words were rough, her logic was not wrong. Vivian is rich and beautiful but not famous. Although she is capable, she is not well-known. She is really not as good as Tang Jing, who was promoted by He Han.

Vivian was so angry that she could only rub her chest and vent her anger on the fish.

Chen Junsheng slowly savored this rare delicacy. At this moment, he was also considering whether his choice in life was correct.

Is the small-family woman Ling Ling really better than Luo Zijun? Looking at the current situation, if I really marry Ling Ling one day, I may really have to say goodbye to this high-end circle, because Ling Ling watches me too closely and doesn't let me do anything. My work is still under her nose. Even today's party was allowed because of He Han's leadership. Otherwise, I can only go home to take care of the children.

Although Luo Zijun is vulgar, she trusts herself unconditionally and does not restrict herself. The circles that Luo Zijun associates with are all upwardly mobile, but Ling Ling...

Are you really wrong?

The four of them returned to the table and sat opposite each other. The continuous blows and the class barriers made Vivian and Chen Junsheng depressed. They hurriedly finished their main course and left without waiting for dessert.

Tang Jing sat in front of Chu He across the bar.

"Still drinking?"

These three short words made Tang Jing, who had mustered up her courage, lose her courage again. Her cheeks turned slightly red. She looked around and said in a generous manner, "Thank you for that night."

"Just thank you?"

"I...I"

"Okay, stop talking. The plates and bowls are washed well and are quite clean." Chu He looked at the embarrassed Tang Jing and decided to tease her again.

Unexpectedly, Tang Jing, who always showed off her strong character, was so carefree now. She said with a wandering look, "Your warehouse is great. I envy your life. I wish I could be as free and easy as you one day."

Chu He raised his head and looked at Tang Jing carefully. Just as he was about to say something, people around him came one after another to order fish. Some people backed off when they saw that a portion of fish cost four figures, but most people still gladly accepted it.

Gradually, more people came into the restaurant. A serving of fish was just an appetizer, and people who came to eat the fish would also put their rice in the sauce, so the staff was a little overwhelmed.

After ringing the food delivery bell again, Chu He waited for half a minute but no one answered. Just as he was about to stick his head out to see, he saw a pair of white and slender hands reaching in from the food delivery hole, grabbing the plate, looking at the menu under the plate, and taking it away.

Chu He was stunned. If he remembered correctly, the hands of the store staff were not so good-looking. It should be...

Chu He opened the curtain and saw Tang Jing walking away with a plate in her hand. He watched her looking for the table number, asking the guests with a smile, putting down the plate and turning around to walk back. Chu He found that this woman seemed to have changed.

After closing the day and taking inventory, Chu He, who had made a small profit, hummed a little song while calculating his accounts.

Looking up, he found himself the only one in the room. After lighting a cigarette, Chu He leaned back comfortably on the chair behind him. This was life.

Under the dim light, Chu He narrowed his eyes slightly and recalled past memories in the rising smoke, which was a unique feeling.

It was almost 12 o'clock when Chu He walked out of Jiangzi. Only the street lights accompanied him on the empty street. Kicking his motorcycle, Chu He tightened his collar. It was approaching late autumn and the weather was getting colder.

After turning a corner, Chu He suddenly braked the car, and saw more than a dozen people sitting or standing on the road, some holding sticks, some holding chains. They looked at Chu He straight, and when a person stood up in front of them, Chu He knew that tonight would not end peacefully.

The fat man who harassed Tang Jing that night walked forward and pointed at Chu He and said, "Boss, it was him who made me stay in the hospital for three days."

Next to the fat man stood a sturdy man with dragon and tiger tattoos, looking Chu He up and down: "Brother, you are so brave, most people would have turned around and ran away when they saw us, but you actually stopped the car and turned off the engine. I wonder if you are ignorant or just brave because of your skill."

Chu He put his elbow on the handlebars and leaned forward. He ignored the burly man and grinned at the fat man: "Fatty, you still dare to pick a fight? You haven't been beaten enough, right? What's wrong? Is your head sharper now?"

The fat man subconsciously shrank his neck when he heard that, but then he realized that something was wrong. There were more than a dozen people around him, pointing at Chu He and cursing: "Old man, since you refuse to repent, don't blame us for not respecting the elderly. If we don't beat you today, you can call me grandpa. Forget it, I, White Bear, have been living in vain."

"You... White bear? White pig, right? Stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, hurry up. I'm in a hurry to go home and sleep." Chu He stepped off the car, shook his arms and legs, and stretched out his hand to lightly hook them.

The dragon-tattooed burly man stopped his fellow soldiers and said, "Friend, this matter can be settled by just apologizing and paying money. Are you sure you want to do it?"

Chu He said earnestly, "Young men, you can go away now. I will forgive you for what happened. If anyone starts the fight first, the others must leave lying down tonight. Think about it carefully before making a decision. Please think it through carefully."

Seeing that Chu He didn't give him face, the strong man didn't respond to his question and shouted, "Get him for me!"

Looking at the group of people who finally rushed over, Chu He showed a scornful smile. "You were the ones who started it first. It depends on whether you are afraid of the long-lost sixty-four moves of the Gong family."

He moved through the crowd with dazzling dragon steps, and his slippery figure made it impossible for everyone to catch sight of him. They couldn't hit him even if they wanted to. On the contrary, every time Chu He got close to someone, that person would let out a muffled groan and fall to the ground, with only the strength left to roll over.

More than a dozen people fell to the ground in less than a minute. Chu He walked to the fat boy, poked the fat boy who was holding his head and wailing with his toes, and said condescendingly: "How is it, white pig? Still want to fight with me?"

The fat man opened his mouth to speak, but the severe pain made him only able to groan.

Seeing this, Chu He ignored him, turned around, got on his motorcycle, and drove away, leaving only the man lying on the ground.

After more than 10 minutes, the pain felt by this group of people gradually subsided. The strong man struggled to get up and looked at his younger brothers who had fallen to the ground. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, because except for the fat man who had a headache, the others were covering their ribs that were hit and instantly lost their fighting ability.

Damn! Where did this expert come from?

"Clear up all the guys. Those who can get up, go and help those who are lying down. The patrolmen are coming soon." The sturdy man whispered, turned around and slapped the fat man hard.

"Brother Shi, why did you hit me?" The fat man, who already had a splitting headache, now felt pain on his face as well.

The burly man surnamed Shi raised his hand high again: "Didn't you say you were just an old man who ran a shop? How come you are so powerful?"

The fat man quickly shrank his neck, pretending to hide, raised his hand high, blocked the strong man's hand, and begged for mercy: "Brother, I don't know either. It was too dark that night. Ma Lian squatted there as soon as he saw Zhuzi. I was busy running and was knocked unconscious before I could see clearly. Who knew he was so powerful? Is Brother Shi really a master?"

The sturdy man surnamed Shi nodded: "Anyway, I have never seen anyone stronger than him. Even those who are good at fighting, I can block two hits before falling to the ground, and I can also see clearly how I was hit. But he, I really can't see clearly."

The fat man smacked his lips and said, "What about Brother Shi? Did I stay in the hospital for nothing?"