Chapter 66: Beat Ziang and Throw Jiuye Down
money!
Stacks of hundred-yuan bills are neatly stacked together.
Hu Ben had never seen so much money before. His eyes widened like bells. When he realized what was happening, he quickly tied up the bag and said, "I don't want it!"
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow.
He was anxious: "We agreed that this is not a business, I don't want any money!"
It's quite aggrieved.
"You don't have to pay to enter and exit the bar? You don't have to pay for ordering a package?"
Hu Ben was embarrassed.
Jiang Fuyue pushed it directly in front of him and said, "This is not a reward, it's an expense, a total of 100,000. I'll refund you if you make more than you pay, and I'll make up for the shortfall. Don't forget to keep a record."
"Okay!" Hu Ben nodded repeatedly.
"Call me if you have any news." After saying that, Jiang Fuyue stood up and left.
After watching the person walk away, Hu Ben withdrew his gaze. The next second, he quickly hugged the money in his arms and looked around vigilantly.
Suddenly, he paused, lowered his head, and stared blankly at the black plastic bag in his arms, feeling the heavy weight of one hundred thousand yuan, but a look of confusion suddenly appeared in his eyes.
If he remembered correctly, Jiang Fuyue was carrying this plastic bag when she came, and after sitting down, she casually put it at her feet like throwing away garbage. Who would have thought that there was money in it?
Of course, none of this matters.
More importantly, why did she carry so much cash with her?
Just like knowing it would be useful...
The night wind blew past and blew into his neck. Hu Ben shivered. When he came to his senses, he found that his back was already wet.
…
When passing by Zhong Ziang, Jiang Fuyue recognized him, but she still looked at him straight in the eye.
Mr. Zhong: “?” What do you mean?
"Jiang Fuyue, stop!"
He kept walking and turned a deaf ear to everything.
Zhong Ziang got excited and started to chase after him, overtaking him and blocking his way. Now she had to stop even if she didn't want to.
"Get out of the way." The tone suddenly turned cold, and the dark pupils under the street light reflected a cold and dim light.
"I won't let you," the young man laughed wildly and unrestrainedly, full of ruffian flavor, his raised chin showing his innate arrogance, "Let's see what you can do to me."
He is handsome and cool, but he is particularly... annoying.
Jiang Fuyue's fingertips moved slightly, and her hands felt itchy.
When Zhong Ziang saw her clenching her fist, he immediately became alert. He forced himself not to retreat, and shouted with his neck thick, "I'm warning you, a gentleman should use words, not fists! If you do this again, I won't be polite!"
"First of all, I never called myself a gentleman. Secondly, I had no intention of taking action, but your words have piqued my curiosity. I want to see how rude you can be."
After saying that, he punched Zhong Ziang before he could react.
Bang--
Fast and accurate.
He didn't react until Jiang Fuyue stopped and left, his eyes were blank.
A while——
Was I beaten?
groove!
I was beaten by her again?!
Oh my god, Linhuai’s tricks are too complicated, I want to go back to the capital!
But Jiang Fuyue left the scene without any burden after teaching him how to be a good person.
The main road was just around the corner, so she wasn't worried about Zhong Ziang catching up. Even if he did, she could just teach him again. She had plenty of time anyway.
Suddenly, Jiang Fuyue stopped and stood still, his sharp gaze falling on a place not far ahead.
I saw a tall figure turning out from behind the corner. The dim street light shone on the man's cold and handsome face, giving it a hazy texture and adding to the mystery.
"Miss Jiang, is it appropriate for you to hit my nephew again and again?" The calm voice and indifferent eyes did not contain any anger, but it made people feel heavy at the shoulders.
Jiang Fuyue slowly raised her eyes. Even though there was a natural height difference between them, she remained undeterred. "I think Mr. Xie should first ask your nephew if he keeps blocking me. Is that appropriate?"
Xie Dingyuan frowned.
Jiang Fuyue walked straight forward, and when she passed him, she suddenly said, "A life without a beating is incomplete, so I don't mind letting you all feel it..."
you?
After saying that, without giving the other party any time to react, Jiang Fuyue rushed in front of him, grabbed the man's wrist with his left hand, and clasped his biceps with the other hand. With his feet parallel and slightly wider than shoulder width, he suddenly pushed forward...
Xie Dingyuan only felt a burst of fragrance filling his arms, and the woman's breath was close at hand. Through the thin fabric of clothes, a strange and novel touch washed over his brain, making him stand there in shock, unable to move.
Suddenly, my body felt lighter, and then the scenery in front of me started spinning.
By the time he reacted, he had already fallen to the ground, and the woman was standing beside him, looking down at him with a smile in her eyes and eyebrows.
"Do you feel it? Uncle Zhong Ziang."
At that moment, the confusion in Xie Dingyuan's eyes was exactly the same as the one in his nephew's eyes not long ago.
"you--"
"Last time you threw me down, this time I'll throw you down," Jiang Fuyue interrupted him. "We're both giving and taking, isn't that fair?"
After saying that, he left without caring about the other party's reaction.
Two minutes later.
Zhong Ziang chased out of the alley, holding his chin. Seeing Xie Dingyuan, he suddenly braked and put his hand down. "Ahem...Uncle, when did you follow me?"
“Just arrived.”
Then you probably didn’t see him being beaten by Jiang Fuyue, right?
Zhong Ziang placed his palm against his trouser leg and began to rub it back and forth, trying to get rid of the mud.
At the same time, Xie Dingyuan calmly smoothed the wrinkles on his cuffs.
"Then...Uncle, did you see Jiang Fuyue leave from here?"
"No."
"Oh." Suddenly, Zhong Ziang's eyes paused and fell on Xie Dingyuan's shoulder, as if he saw something incredible.
The latter looked at himself, and the next second, his brows suddenly frowned.
Zhong Ziang swallowed and said uncertainly, "Uncle, your shoulder looks... dusty?"
To be honest, he didn't quite believe it.
Xie Dingyuan's mysophobia has reached a level where even someone like Xie Yunzao, who is used to being tolerant, finds it incompetent. He usually doesn't have a single wrinkle on his shirt or trousers, so how could he allow dust to fall on his shoulders?
"Yeah," Xie Dingyuan said, his expression unchanged, "I didn't pay attention and got it dirty."
Zhong Ziang nodded, then his eyes froze again. How, how come there is something on his trouser leg too?
"Go home." Xie Dingyuan raised his chin and motioned him to go ahead.
Zhong Ziang was filled with doubts and walked forward in the midst of the clouds and mist.
Xie Dingyuan lagged behind by half a step, his posture calm.
If Zhong Ziang went around behind him at this time, he would find that his uncle's shoulders and trouser legs were not the only ones covered in dust, but his entire back was wrinkled and grimy, like a ball of grease residue...
Unfortunately, Young Master Zhong didn’t realize this. All he was thinking about now was: I have a little secret that must not be discovered by anyone!
Xie Dingyuan: Well, I also have a little secret.
At this time, the "secret creator" Jiang Fuyue had already swaggered across the road and stopped in front of a barbecue stall.
"Ten pounds of crayfish, fifty skewers of palm treasure, forty skewers of squid tentacles, thirty pieces of grilled tofu, twenty garlic eggplants, and ten chicken wings—pack it up."
Boss: “?” He was stunned.
Diner: “!” Arrogant!
Jiang Fuyue: "Remember to grill it well and don't make it too spicy."
“…Okay, okay.”
Jiang Fuyue: You may not believe it, but both the nephew and the uncle were severely beaten by me.
(End of this chapter)
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