Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

In the afternoon, the bidding results for the Fengbu plot came out, and the results were exactly as Fang Zhimo expected.

The news of this bidding was released suddenly. The two groups other than Yan Qiting and Xiang Fei only learned of the news last month, and reacted hastily. Of course, they became escorts, and Xiang Fei's information was exchanged by Xiao Zhu. The difference is a thousand miles away, so Fengbu's land returned to Qichu's hands after several turnovers.

Everything is going according to plan, it's just...

Fang Zhimo sat at the long dining table, staring intently at the chessboard on the wall. It took a long time before he slowly dropped a sunspot on the chessboard.

He did help Cheng Du this time, but it doesn't mean he has forgiven him.

In fact, he was still annoyed.

Run away after teasing, run away after teasing, always like this, Cheng Du, what do you think I am?

The phone suddenly rang beside him, and Fang Zhimo quickly came back to his senses. He turned on the phone and saw that it was an anonymous message.

The content is very simple, there is only one sentence: there must be something you want to know about the western restaurant on the top floor of the Honolulu Business Club.

—Honolulu?

The black pupils tightened suddenly, Fang Zhimo stood up and walked towards the garage.

Honolulu Business Club, a mysterious club in the eyes of outsiders, implements a club invitation + member recommendation system, and the net worth exceeds a certain amount to be eligible for club invitation.

It is said that the people who can enter are quite prominent figures in the business and political circles. To have a Honolulu membership card is to obtain some kind of identity authentication.

But these were not the reasons that made Fang Zhi Mo Wen's face change. What really made him feel the crisis was the owner of this club, Yan Qiting.

Knowing that Mo Huo slammed the car door hard, and threw the key to the doorman who came to park the car, but was stopped when he just arrived at the door.

"Sir, please show your membership card."

Fang Zhimo was in a bad mood, and walked in with a dark face: "I'm here to find someone."

Seeing that they couldn't stop them, the reception staff quickly signaled to Li, and several security guards rushed over when they saw the situation: "Sir, who are you looking for?"

Fang Zhimo's face was still dark, and he kept walking, "Yan Qiting."

Yan Qiting?

This person actually called his boss directly, and the security guards couldn't help but looked at each other.

"Sir, please wait a moment. Our boss is not in the club now. We will help you contact him immediately. What do you think?"

Although this person seemed to be here to find fault, but the people who would come here were either rich or expensive, and the security guards couldn't afford to offend any of them, so they had to resort to a tactic of delaying the attack and hold Fang Zhimo first.As for letting them contact Yan Qiting next, it will have to be reported layer by layer. After the report is over, it may take the next day to find someone.

How could Fang Zhimo let them fool around like this, and was about to speak, when a voice suddenly sounded: "Let him in, this is Mr. Yan's distinguished guest."

Everyone turned their heads one after another, and when they saw the person coming, they quickly bowed and said, "Mr. Xiang."

Then they all bowed to Fang Zhimo like the wind: "Since this gentleman is Mr. Yan's distinguished guest, he is really offended, please come in quickly."

Knowing that Mo Ping got the favor for nothing, he glanced at Xiang Fei and gave a warm smile: "Thank you, Mr. Xiang."

Xiang Fei glanced at him, and responded with a decent smile: "Fang Chu is polite."

The two walked into the elevator tacitly, and as soon as the door closed, their respective smiles brightened.

"Fang Chu is really a good method."

Xiang Fei still had a smile on his lips, but his eyes looked cool.

He was cautious, but he only exposed his purpose in front of Fang Zhimo, so he didn't know who this backstab came from.

Fang Zhimo looked at him without guilt, and smiled back: "What is Mr. Xiang talking about, why can't I seem to understand a word?"

Xiang Fei was furious, and immediately turned his gaze back, pressed the button leading to the top floor, and said, "Fang Chu doesn't need to understand, I just hope Fang Chu can do one thing well - take good care of your people."

Fang Zhimo frowned when he mentioned the pain point, and fought back without showing any weakness: "That's exactly what I want to say, Mr. Xiang, please take good care of your people."

The two people who couldn't get used to each other looked away one after another, and there was a sudden silence in the elevator.

In this way, I came to the western restaurant in silence all the way, and saw the figures of those two people as soon as I entered the door.

Those two people were sitting in a separate private room, eating steak, talking and laughing in a harmonious atmosphere, and clinking wine glasses in their hands from time to time.

Fang Zhimo suddenly became angry for no reason, and was about to go forward, but Xiang Fei held him back slowly: "Fang Chu, please be safe, don't be impatient, I have arranged a good show here, please watch Fang Chu slowly."

Fang Zhimo shook off his hand, glanced at the two chattering and laughing, and then at Xiang Fei who was playing some tricks, and finally followed him into another private room.

The location of this private room is very ingenious, I don't know if it has been arranged long ago, it happens to be able to see Cheng Du and Yan Qiting's situation, but because there are some decorations in the middle, there is no way to see them clearly.

Fang Zhimo didn't know what Xiang Fei wanted to do, he frowned and took a sip of the lemonade handed over by the waiter, staring at that side.

Suddenly, a half-race beauty in a purple evening dress and holding a violin came in and greeted Xiang Fei.

Xiang Fei nodded to the beauty, and whispered a few words of advice, and then saw the beauty pull out a rose from the bottle, put it in her mouth, and walked towards the private room over to Yan Qiting.

Xiang Fei snorted, and the other party knew Mo said: "Just watch, the fun will begin soon."

The beauty walked up to the private room of Yan Qiting and Cheng Du, set up the piano, and at the same time as the merry piano music played, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed, and a beam of spotlights shot directly over Yan Qiting and the mixed-race beauty. inside.

The spotlights in western restaurants are often used when there are special programs. As soon as this beam of light chases over, everyone's eyes will gather.

- "Hey, isn't that man Mr. Yan? He's here today?"

- "Of course, he's the boss here, and he's definitely going to have to come over for Christmas this Christmas."

- "It makes sense. It seems that this is an impromptu show, right?"

- "Hey? Don't say it, it's really possible!"

After discussing in private, everyone came to the conclusion of an "improvised show", applauding and screaming.

Fang Zhimo glanced at Xiang Fei inexplicably: "Is this the good show you said?"

Xiang Fei said cheerfully: "Of course. Let's appreciate Fang Chu, Mr. Yan's level is professional."

Fang Zhimo groaned in his heart, wondering if there was something wrong with this person's brain.All this effort just to watch Yan Qiting play the violin?If you have that spare time, why don't you two go home and close the door.

Xiang Fei stopped talking, and watched the performance with his hands on his chest.

The piece played by Yan Qitingla is called "Purplepassion", which is the famous work of Bulgarian violinist Diana Bochevia.

This is a violin piece full of passion and appeal. The two people in the performance were so devoted that even Fang Zhimo, who is not proficient in rhythm, couldn't help but take a second look.

The performance was really wonderful. Fang Zhimo noticed that all the guests in the audience were addicted to the sound of the music.

When the music was about to end, Xiang Fei took a sip of the liquid in the glass, and said to Fang Zhimo meaningfully: "It's my turn to play. Fang Chu, there are not many opportunities, it depends on how you grasp it."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, straightened his collar, and walked to the private room where Cheng Du was.

take the chance?

Fang Zhimo looked at the man's back, thinking about this sentence in his heart.

When Xiang Fei walked into the private room with a smile, Cheng Du was startled by him.

"Mr. Cheng, congratulations on getting the land." Xiang Fei raised the champagne in his hands to him, "A little gift, for celebration, Mr. Cheng will not refuse me."

Cheng Du pushed his glasses, because Qichu and Hesheng still have a cooperative relationship, it's hard to say anything.

At this time, Yan Qiting just finished the song, walked back to the private room, froze when he saw Xiang Fei, frowned and said: "Mr. Xiang is really haunted."

"Mr. Yan, don't say that. Today is Christmas anyway. How about we have a good talk on this happy and peaceful day?"

Xiang Fei stood up, straightened his cuff buttons, and politely made a gesture of invitation.

Yan Qiting lowered his face rarely, and glanced at Cheng Du who was sitting opposite Xiang Fei. Cheng Du shook his head at him, his face full of helplessness.

The staff outside the private room saw that their boss was displeased, and stepped forward to spy on him one after another.

Cheng Du gestured "Be safe and don't be impatient" towards the outside, and closed the door of the private room smoothly.

No one knew better than Cheng Du that the two had been at odds for a long time, if any conflict broke out, it would be a family scandal and must not be publicized.

Once the door of the private room was closed, Fang Zhimo couldn't see anything anymore.

He silently pondered Xiang Fei's so-called "seize the opportunity" in his heart, and his right thumb and index finger rubbed each other unconsciously.

Xiang Fei's so-called "grasp the opportunity" is probably...

After a long time, Fang Zhimo finally made up his mind, stood up and left the clubhouse.

Cheng Du, since you pretend you don't remember anything, OK, then start from scratch, and don't blame me for not thinking about those old relationships in the past.