Chapter 2
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Fu Zhen lowered his head somewhat embarrassed, took a deep breath, and carefully moved two steps toward the other side.
When the man saw Fu Zhen's action, his eyes stopped slightly. Then he raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the young man who closed his eyes on the seat beside him, and said to him in a deep voice, "get up."
The Yellow haired youth, who was dreaming, opened his eyes in a daze, frowned and frowned. He yawned and asked the man, "my boss, what are you doing? I didn't fall asleep easily
The man motioned to the Yellow haired youth in the direction of Fu Zhen, and urged him simply and succinctly: "give up your seat."
Fu Zhen Zheng for a while, just understand that the man is found his legs are not very convenient, he said with a smile: "no, I stand on the line."
The man ignored Fu Zhen's refusal and said to the Yellow haired youth, "hurry up."
"You are really my father," Huang Mao youth sighed heavily, and his eyes moved to Fu Zhen. He looked at Fu Zhen, grinned, and stood up happily to let his seat out. "Little brother, please sit down."
Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment and said to the Yellow haired youth, "thank you."
The Yellow haired young man laughed and walked to the man's side. He was lying in the man's ear with a smile. He didn't know what he said. The man's expression was still cold.
Fu Zhen slowly sat down on the seat that the youth gave up. He held his backpack and looked out of the window. The roadside trees with red ropes were passing by one by one in his eyes. The Berberis purpurea in the green belt had not been watered for a long time, and a thick layer of dust fell on it.
There were fewer and fewer people on the bus. There was a smell of cake in the air. The two aunts in the back were talking about which market pork was cheaper. Fu Zhen leaned his head against the window and gradually closed his eyes.
In a trance, he seemed to hear the Yellow haired youth say to the man, "it's a little lame man."
The man did not speak, perhaps nodded his head, or perhaps no response.
Huang Mao young man sighed with disappointment and said, "I thought you were in love with someone else, boss."
The man said coldly, "shut up."
Huang Mao chuckled and made a gesture to seal his mouth.
Fu Zhen's mouth raised a light smile, about ten minutes later, a gentle female voice came from the bus broadcast: "jinzhanqiao is here, please take your luggage and belongings and get off from the back door."
Fu Zhen opened his eyes, stood up from his seat and walked carefully towards the back door. The man might also want to get off the bus at this station and follow Fu Zhen in a protective manner. Fu Zhen looked back at the man's look and felt that he was probably acting amorous.
When the bus stopped and the back door opened, Fu Zhen went down carefully.
He carried the backpack in his arms, then looked back and found that the man and the Yellow haired youth also walked down from the bus. At this time, the man turned his head, and their eyes collided. Fu Zhen finally saw the man's appearance.
The man's hair is messy, with a sense of decadence. His facial features are upright and upright. He may be of foreign origin. He has a pair of blue eyes. When he looks at himself, he looks like a clear stream under the golden sun.
Fu Zhen smiles at the man. His eyes are crooked. The man's expression moves and takes back his eyes.
Fu Zhen waved to the man. He and the man just met by chance, and I'm afraid they will never meet again. However, he should not forget the kindness that a man releases to himself for a long time.
Fu Zhen turned and walked in the direction of the bar.
Looking at Fu Zhen's figure disappearing in a lane on the right, Huang Mao youth raised his hand and patted the man on the shoulder: "boss, he seems to be going to the same place with us?"
The man didn't pay attention to the Yellow haired youth's question and asked him, "did you take all the things you brought? Are the others ready? "
Huang Mao young man patted his chest and assured the man, "I'll do business, you can rest assured."
The man slanted yellow hair the same, ask him: "make sure not to check out?"
Huang Mao nodded and made a OK gesture.
The man's steps suddenly stop, he droops the eye son, the line of sight falls on a White Bear Pendant on the gray floor tile.
"Isn't this the little brother's?" Huang Mao bent down and picked up the pendant on the ground. He played in his hand and said, "it looks like many years."
"Gone." The man said in a deep voice.
There was a traffic jam on the road today. Fu Zhen arrived at the bar a little later than usual. As soon as he stepped into the bar, he was called by the hotel manager.
There are not many customers in the bar in the world, but the atmosphere has been created. The ear shaking music makes eardrum ache. Colorful neon lights are flashing on the roof. The band's lead singer is standing on the stage trying to microphone.
When the manager saw Fu Zhen coming, he frowned and looked down at the time on his mobile phone. Although Fu Zhen was not late, he was stuck. The manager didn't have a good face and urged: "hurry up, hurry up, the guests are waiting."Fu Zhen, without saying anything, went to the changing room to change clothes.
A man in a blue suit beside the manager looked at Fu Zhen's back and asked the manager, "how did you find a little lame man?"
The manager laughed and said to the man, "you don't think he's pretty."
This person hums to smile a, shake head: "look good, do a thing to clumsy also useless."
The manager looked at the bartender on the side of the bar not far away. After a long silence, he said, "it's OK. Although his legs are not very sensitive, he is quick to do things, and his salary is low. He should be regarded as charity. He has a great use today."
The man seemed to understand something. He lowered his voice and asked the manager, "is that Jiang Hengshu sure there is no problem?"
The manager nodded: "don't worry. I checked it. It's OK."
Jiang Hengshu is the man Fu Zhen met on the bus. When he came to the bar, it was completely dark outside. There was a lot of noise in the bar. The aroma of fruit and alcohol blended into a strange flavor.
He came in alone.
The Yellow haired youth who was with him was named Wang Tong. The fortune teller said that Wang Tong's fate was not good. He had to raise him as a girl in order to keep his life hidden from the devil, so his family gave him a girl's name.
As soon as the manager saw Jiang Hengshu coming, he quickly took him to the private room upstairs and said, "Mr. Jiang, you are finally here. I thought you would not do this business?"
Jiang Heng Shu pursed his lips and laughed. His temperament was cold and incompatible with the atmosphere of the whole bar. He moved his watch on his wrist and said to the manager, "it's impossible not to do a profitable business."
"I knew that Mr. Jiang is a fastidious person," the manager also laughed and introduced him to Jiang Hengshu after entering the private room. "This is Mr. Zheng. The source of goods is from him. Get to know him."
Mr. Zheng is the man in the blue suit who was talking with the manager before.
Jiang Hengshu said, "Mr. Zheng."
Mr. Zheng and Jiang Hengshu's hands were clasped together. Mr. Zheng sighed, "Mr. Jiang is really young and promising."
Jiang Hengshu looked like he was 256 years old. His voice was cold and said, "I can't compare with Mr. Zheng."
Three people exchanged greetings in the private room for a while. The manager took out a bottle of beautifully packed red wine from under the table and poured a cup to Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu pushed the glass out of front of him. He didn't want to drink it. The manager's face sank and asked Jiang Hengshu, "is this not giving me face?"
Jiang Hengshu smiles, with a slight chill between his eyebrows, but it is not obvious under the dim yellow light. He said faintly: "drinking is a mistake. I'm here to inspect the goods today."
The manager sent the cup to Jiang Hengshu's eyes, and advised him to say, "I know how much you can drink. I can't pour a glass of wine. It's not very strong. I took it back from Italy a few days ago and tasted it."
Jiang Hengshu's eyes drooped and looked at the red liquid in the goblet. He picked up his glass and chuckled, "then I'll try it?"
The manager immediately grinned and poured a glass for himself and Mr. Zheng. He took a small sip of the wine glass.
Not long after this cup of wine, Jiang Hengshu felt that his whole body was hot and dry, and his head was also a little dizzy. There must be something wrong with the wine just now. He secretly pressed it on his pocket: "manager Cui, this wine is a little bit on top of you!"
"Is it that you can't drink enough today?" The manager said with a smile, "would you like to open a room to have a rest?"
Jiang Hengshu coldly refused: "no, I will go back after checking the goods."
At this time, Fu Zhen, who was limping through the crowd downstairs, was called by the Foreman: "the manager asked you to go upstairs."
After listening to this, Fu Zhen put down the plate in his hand and went upstairs to the private room the foreman said. He stood outside the door and knocked at the door. He heard the response inside and went in, "manager, would you like me?"
The manager pointed to Jiang Hengshu and said to Fu Zhen, "you help Mr. Jiang to go upstairs and have a rest in room 306."
Fu Zhen looked in the direction of the manager's fingers. The man was drooping his head, his hands on the table top, and his right finger gently tapping on the table top.
"OK." Fu Zhen responded and walked towards the man. He bent down and was about to put the man's arm on his shoulder. Jiang Hengshu probably realized that someone was coming. He raised his head slightly and looked at Fu Zhen's direction. His look was still calm, but his eyes were confused.
Fu Zhen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to see the kind-hearted man he met on the bus here. He took a breath and used some strength to lift Jiang Hengshu up from his chair and took him to the third floor step by step.
After Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu left the private room, Mr. Zheng shook his glass and asked the manager, "do you still don't believe him?"The manager said with a smile: "if you want to work on a boat, only interests are not enough. Only holding each other's handle is the best way to check and balance."
"Aren't you afraid that Fu Zhen will bite you?"
The manager spun the glass in his hand, took a sip, and said casually, "I checked him, but it's just a discarded waste. Even if it's dead, it's estimated that no one will care about it."
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Fu Zhen lowered his head somewhat embarrassed, took a deep breath, and carefully moved two steps toward the other side.
When the man saw Fu Zhen's action, his eyes stopped slightly. Then he raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the young man who closed his eyes on the seat beside him, and said to him in a deep voice, "get up."
The Yellow haired youth, who was dreaming, opened his eyes in a daze, frowned and frowned. He yawned and asked the man, "my boss, what are you doing? I didn't fall asleep easily
The man motioned to the Yellow haired youth in the direction of Fu Zhen, and urged him simply and succinctly: "give up your seat."
Fu Zhen Zheng for a while, just understand that the man is found his legs are not very convenient, he said with a smile: "no, I stand on the line."
The man ignored Fu Zhen's refusal and said to the Yellow haired youth, "hurry up."
"You are really my father," Huang Mao youth sighed heavily, and his eyes moved to Fu Zhen. He looked at Fu Zhen, grinned, and stood up happily to let his seat out. "Little brother, please sit down."
Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment and said to the Yellow haired youth, "thank you."
The Yellow haired young man laughed and walked to the man's side. He was lying in the man's ear with a smile. He didn't know what he said. The man's expression was still cold.
Fu Zhen slowly sat down on the seat that the youth gave up. He held his backpack and looked out of the window. The roadside trees with red ropes were passing by one by one in his eyes. The Berberis purpurea in the green belt had not been watered for a long time, and a thick layer of dust fell on it.
There were fewer and fewer people on the bus. There was a smell of cake in the air. The two aunts in the back were talking about which market pork was cheaper. Fu Zhen leaned his head against the window and gradually closed his eyes.
In a trance, he seemed to hear the Yellow haired youth say to the man, "it's a little lame man."
The man did not speak, perhaps nodded his head, or perhaps no response.
Huang Mao young man sighed with disappointment and said, "I thought you were in love with someone else, boss."
The man said coldly, "shut up."
Huang Mao chuckled and made a gesture to seal his mouth.
Fu Zhen's mouth raised a light smile, about ten minutes later, a gentle female voice came from the bus broadcast: "jinzhanqiao is here, please take your luggage and belongings and get off from the back door."
Fu Zhen opened his eyes, stood up from his seat and walked carefully towards the back door. The man might also want to get off the bus at this station and follow Fu Zhen in a protective manner. Fu Zhen looked back at the man's look and felt that he was probably acting amorous.
When the bus stopped and the back door opened, Fu Zhen went down carefully.
He carried the backpack in his arms, then looked back and found that the man and the Yellow haired youth also walked down from the bus. At this time, the man turned his head, and their eyes collided. Fu Zhen finally saw the man's appearance.
The man's hair is messy, with a sense of decadence. His facial features are upright and upright. He may be of foreign origin. He has a pair of blue eyes. When he looks at himself, he looks like a clear stream under the golden sun.
Fu Zhen smiles at the man. His eyes are crooked. The man's expression moves and takes back his eyes.
Fu Zhen waved to the man. He and the man just met by chance, and I'm afraid they will never meet again. However, he should not forget the kindness that a man releases to himself for a long time.
Fu Zhen turned and walked in the direction of the bar.
Looking at Fu Zhen's figure disappearing in a lane on the right, Huang Mao youth raised his hand and patted the man on the shoulder: "boss, he seems to be going to the same place with us?"
The man didn't pay attention to the Yellow haired youth's question and asked him, "did you take all the things you brought? Are the others ready? "
Huang Mao young man patted his chest and assured the man, "I'll do business, you can rest assured."
The man slanted yellow hair the same, ask him: "make sure not to check out?"
Huang Mao nodded and made a OK gesture.
The man's steps suddenly stop, he droops the eye son, the line of sight falls on a White Bear Pendant on the gray floor tile.
"Isn't this the little brother's?" Huang Mao bent down and picked up the pendant on the ground. He played in his hand and said, "it looks like many years."
"Gone." The man said in a deep voice.
There was a traffic jam on the road today. Fu Zhen arrived at the bar a little later than usual. As soon as he stepped into the bar, he was called by the hotel manager.
There are not many customers in the bar in the world, but the atmosphere has been created. The ear shaking music makes eardrum ache. Colorful neon lights are flashing on the roof. The band's lead singer is standing on the stage trying to microphone.
When the manager saw Fu Zhen coming, he frowned and looked down at the time on his mobile phone. Although Fu Zhen was not late, he was stuck. The manager didn't have a good face and urged: "hurry up, hurry up, the guests are waiting."Fu Zhen, without saying anything, went to the changing room to change clothes.
A man in a blue suit beside the manager looked at Fu Zhen's back and asked the manager, "how did you find a little lame man?"
The manager laughed and said to the man, "you don't think he's pretty."
This person hums to smile a, shake head: "look good, do a thing to clumsy also useless."
The manager looked at the bartender on the side of the bar not far away. After a long silence, he said, "it's OK. Although his legs are not very sensitive, he is quick to do things, and his salary is low. He should be regarded as charity. He has a great use today."
The man seemed to understand something. He lowered his voice and asked the manager, "is that Jiang Hengshu sure there is no problem?"
The manager nodded: "don't worry. I checked it. It's OK."
Jiang Hengshu is the man Fu Zhen met on the bus. When he came to the bar, it was completely dark outside. There was a lot of noise in the bar. The aroma of fruit and alcohol blended into a strange flavor.
He came in alone.
The Yellow haired youth who was with him was named Wang Tong. The fortune teller said that Wang Tong's fate was not good. He had to raise him as a girl in order to keep his life hidden from the devil, so his family gave him a girl's name.
As soon as the manager saw Jiang Hengshu coming, he quickly took him to the private room upstairs and said, "Mr. Jiang, you are finally here. I thought you would not do this business?"
Jiang Heng Shu pursed his lips and laughed. His temperament was cold and incompatible with the atmosphere of the whole bar. He moved his watch on his wrist and said to the manager, "it's impossible not to do a profitable business."
"I knew that Mr. Jiang is a fastidious person," the manager also laughed and introduced him to Jiang Hengshu after entering the private room. "This is Mr. Zheng. The source of goods is from him. Get to know him."
Mr. Zheng is the man in the blue suit who was talking with the manager before.
Jiang Hengshu said, "Mr. Zheng."
Mr. Zheng and Jiang Hengshu's hands were clasped together. Mr. Zheng sighed, "Mr. Jiang is really young and promising."
Jiang Hengshu looked like he was 256 years old. His voice was cold and said, "I can't compare with Mr. Zheng."
Three people exchanged greetings in the private room for a while. The manager took out a bottle of beautifully packed red wine from under the table and poured a cup to Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu pushed the glass out of front of him. He didn't want to drink it. The manager's face sank and asked Jiang Hengshu, "is this not giving me face?"
Jiang Hengshu smiles, with a slight chill between his eyebrows, but it is not obvious under the dim yellow light. He said faintly: "drinking is a mistake. I'm here to inspect the goods today."
The manager sent the cup to Jiang Hengshu's eyes, and advised him to say, "I know how much you can drink. I can't pour a glass of wine. It's not very strong. I took it back from Italy a few days ago and tasted it."
Jiang Hengshu's eyes drooped and looked at the red liquid in the goblet. He picked up his glass and chuckled, "then I'll try it?"
The manager immediately grinned and poured a glass for himself and Mr. Zheng. He took a small sip of the wine glass.
Not long after this cup of wine, Jiang Hengshu felt that his whole body was hot and dry, and his head was also a little dizzy. There must be something wrong with the wine just now. He secretly pressed it on his pocket: "manager Cui, this wine is a little bit on top of you!"
"Is it that you can't drink enough today?" The manager said with a smile, "would you like to open a room to have a rest?"
Jiang Hengshu coldly refused: "no, I will go back after checking the goods."
At this time, Fu Zhen, who was limping through the crowd downstairs, was called by the Foreman: "the manager asked you to go upstairs."
After listening to this, Fu Zhen put down the plate in his hand and went upstairs to the private room the foreman said. He stood outside the door and knocked at the door. He heard the response inside and went in, "manager, would you like me?"
The manager pointed to Jiang Hengshu and said to Fu Zhen, "you help Mr. Jiang to go upstairs and have a rest in room 306."
Fu Zhen looked in the direction of the manager's fingers. The man was drooping his head, his hands on the table top, and his right finger gently tapping on the table top.
"OK." Fu Zhen responded and walked towards the man. He bent down and was about to put the man's arm on his shoulder. Jiang Hengshu probably realized that someone was coming. He raised his head slightly and looked at Fu Zhen's direction. His look was still calm, but his eyes were confused.
Fu Zhen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to see the kind-hearted man he met on the bus here. He took a breath and used some strength to lift Jiang Hengshu up from his chair and took him to the third floor step by step.
After Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu left the private room, Mr. Zheng shook his glass and asked the manager, "do you still don't believe him?"The manager said with a smile: "if you want to work on a boat, only interests are not enough. Only holding each other's handle is the best way to check and balance."
"Aren't you afraid that Fu Zhen will bite you?"
The manager spun the glass in his hand, took a sip, and said casually, "I checked him, but it's just a discarded waste. Even if it's dead, it's estimated that no one will care about it."
Fu Zhen lowered his head somewhat embarrassed, took a deep breath, and carefully moved two steps toward the other side. When the man saw Fu Zhen's action, his eyes stopped slightly. Then he raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the young man who closed his eyes on the seat beside him, and said to him in a deep voice, "get up." The Yellow haired youth, who was dreaming, opened his eyes in a daze, frowned and frowned. He yawned and asked the man, "my boss, what are you doing? I didn't fall asleep easily The man motioned to the Yellow haired youth in the direction of Fu Zhen, and urged him simply and succinctly: "give up your seat." Fu Zhen Zheng for a while, just understand that the man is found his legs are not very convenient, he said with a smile: "no, I stand on the line." The man ignored Fu Zhen's refusal and said to the Yellow haired youth, "hurry up." "You are really my father," Huang Mao youth sighed heavily, and his eyes moved to Fu Zhen. He looked at Fu Zhen, grinned, and stood up happily to let his seat out. "Little brother, please sit down." Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment and said to the Yellow haired youth, "thank you." The Yellow haired young man laughed and walked to the man's side. He was lying in the man's ear with a smile. He didn't know what he said. The man's expression was still cold. Fu Zhen slowly sat down on the seat that the youth gave up. He held his backpack and looked out of the window. The roadside trees with red ropes were passing by one by one in his eyes. The Berberis purpurea in the green belt had not been watered for a long time, and a thick layer of dust fell on it. There were fewer and fewer people on the bus. There was a smell of cake in the air. The two aunts in the back were talking about which market pork was cheaper. Fu Zhen leaned his head against the window and gradually closed his eyes. In a trance, he seemed to hear the Yellow haired youth say to the man, "it's a little lame man." The man did not speak, perhaps nodded his head, or perhaps no response. Huang Mao young man sighed with disappointment and said, "I thought you were in love with someone else, boss." The man said coldly, "shut up." Huang Mao chuckled and made a gesture to seal his mouth. Fu Zhen's mouth raised a light smile, about ten minutes later, a gentle female voice came from the bus broadcast: "jinzhanqiao is here, please take your luggage and belongings and get off from the back door." Fu Zhen opened his eyes, stood up from his seat and walked carefully towards the back door. The man might also want to get off the bus at this station and follow Fu Zhen in a protective manner. Fu Zhen looked back at the man's look and felt that he was probably acting amorous. When the bus stopped and the back door opened, Fu Zhen went down carefully. He carried the backpack in his arms, then looked back and found that the man and the Yellow haired youth also walked down from the bus. At this time, the man turned his head, and their eyes collided. Fu Zhen finally saw the man's appearance. The man's hair is messy, with a sense of decadence. His facial features are upright and upright. He may be of foreign origin. He has a pair of blue eyes. When he looks at himself, he looks like a clear stream under the golden sun. Fu Zhen smiles at the man. His eyes are crooked. The man's expression moves and takes back his eyes. Fu Zhen waved to the man. He and the man just met by chance, and I'm afraid they will never meet again. However, he should not forget the kindness that a man releases to himself for a long time. Fu Zhen turned and walked in the direction of the bar. Looking at Fu Zhen's figure disappearing in a lane on the right, Huang Mao youth raised his hand and patted the man on the shoulder: "boss, he seems to be going to the same place with us?" The man didn't pay attention to the Yellow haired youth's question and asked him, "did you take all the things you brought? Are the others ready? " Huang Mao young man patted his chest and assured the man, "I'll do business, you can rest assured." The man slanted yellow hair the same, ask him: "make sure not to check out?" Huang Mao nodded and made a OK gesture. The man's steps suddenly stop, he droops the eye son, the line of sight falls on a White Bear Pendant on the gray floor tile. "Isn't this the little brother's?" Huang Mao bent down and picked up the pendant on the ground. He played in his hand and said, "it looks like many years." "Gone." The man said in a deep voice. There was a traffic jam on the road today. Fu Zhen arrived at the bar a little later than usual. As soon as he stepped into the bar, he was called by the hotel manager. There are not many customers in the bar in the world, but the atmosphere has been created. The ear shaking music makes eardrum ache. Colorful neon lights are flashing on the roof. The band's lead singer is standing on the stage trying to microphone. When the manager saw Fu Zhen coming, he frowned and looked down at the time on his mobile phone. Although Fu Zhen was not late, he was stuck. The manager didn't have a good face and urged: "hurry up, hurry up, the guests are waiting."Fu Zhen, without saying anything, went to the changing room to change clothes. A man in a blue suit beside the manager looked at Fu Zhen's back and asked the manager, "how did you find a little lame man?" The manager laughed and said to the man, "you don't think he's pretty." This person hums to smile a, shake head: "look good, do a thing to clumsy also useless." The manager looked at the bartender on the side of the bar not far away. After a long silence, he said, "it's OK. Although his legs are not very sensitive, he is quick to do things, and his salary is low. He should be regarded as charity. He has a great use today." The man seemed to understand something. He lowered his voice and asked the manager, "is that Jiang Hengshu sure there is no problem?" The manager nodded: "don't worry. I checked it. It's OK." Jiang Hengshu is the man Fu Zhen met on the bus. When he came to the bar, it was completely dark outside. There was a lot of noise in the bar. The aroma of fruit and alcohol blended into a strange flavor. He came in alone. The Yellow haired youth who was with him was named Wang Tong. The fortune teller said that Wang Tong's fate was not good. He had to raise him as a girl in order to keep his life hidden from the devil, so his family gave him a girl's name. As soon as the manager saw Jiang Hengshu coming, he quickly took him to the private room upstairs and said, "Mr. Jiang, you are finally here. I thought you would not do this business?" Jiang Heng Shu pursed his lips and laughed. His temperament was cold and incompatible with the atmosphere of the whole bar. He moved his watch on his wrist and said to the manager, "it's impossible not to do a profitable business." "I knew that Mr. Jiang is a fastidious person," the manager also laughed and introduced him to Jiang Hengshu after entering the private room. "This is Mr. Zheng. The source of goods is from him. Get to know him." Mr. Zheng is the man in the blue suit who was talking with the manager before. Jiang Hengshu said, "Mr. Zheng." Mr. Zheng and Jiang Hengshu's hands were clasped together. Mr. Zheng sighed, "Mr. Jiang is really young and promising." Jiang Hengshu looked like he was 256 years old. His voice was cold and said, "I can't compare with Mr. Zheng." Three people exchanged greetings in the private room for a while. The manager took out a bottle of beautifully packed red wine from under the table and poured a cup to Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu pushed the glass out of front of him. He didn't want to drink it. The manager's face sank and asked Jiang Hengshu, "is this not giving me face?" Jiang Hengshu smiles, with a slight chill between his eyebrows, but it is not obvious under the dim yellow light. He said faintly: "drinking is a mistake. I'm here to inspect the goods today." The manager sent the cup to Jiang Hengshu's eyes, and advised him to say, "I know how much you can drink. I can't pour a glass of wine. It's not very strong. I took it back from Italy a few days ago and tasted it." Jiang Hengshu's eyes drooped and looked at the red liquid in the goblet. He picked up his glass and chuckled, "then I'll try it?" The manager immediately grinned and poured a glass for himself and Mr. Zheng. He took a small sip of the wine glass. Not long after this cup of wine, Jiang Hengshu felt that his whole body was hot and dry, and his head was also a little dizzy. There must be something wrong with the wine just now. He secretly pressed it on his pocket: "manager Cui, this wine is a little bit on top of you!" "Is it that you can't drink enough today?" The manager said with a smile, "would you like to open a room to have a rest?" Jiang Hengshu coldly refused: "no, I will go back after checking the goods." At this time, Fu Zhen, who was limping through the crowd downstairs, was called by the Foreman: "the manager asked you to go upstairs." After listening to this, Fu Zhen put down the plate in his hand and went upstairs to the private room the foreman said. He stood outside the door and knocked at the door. He heard the response inside and went in, "manager, would you like me?" The manager pointed to Jiang Hengshu and said to Fu Zhen, "you help Mr. Jiang to go upstairs and have a rest in room 306." Fu Zhen looked in the direction of the manager's fingers. The man was drooping his head, his hands on the table top, and his right finger gently tapping on the table top. "OK." Fu Zhen responded and walked towards the man. He bent down and was about to put the man's arm on his shoulder. Jiang Hengshu probably realized that someone was coming. He raised his head slightly and looked at Fu Zhen's direction. His look was still calm, but his eyes were confused. Fu Zhen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to see the kind-hearted man he met on the bus here. He took a breath and used some strength to lift Jiang Hengshu up from his chair and took him to the third floor step by step. After Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu left the private room, Mr. Zheng shook his glass and asked the manager, "do you still don't believe him?"The manager said with a smile: "if you want to work on a boat, only interests are not enough. Only holding each other's handle is the best way to check and balance." "Aren't you afraid that Fu Zhen will bite you?" The manager spun the glass in his hand, took a sip, and said casually, "I checked him, but it's just a discarded waste. Even if it's dead, it's estimated that no one will care about it."
