"Old Zhao, how do these cars compare to the village director's son's BMW 5 Series?"
An old lady asked curiously.
The old man Zhao who was being questioned spat on the ground and said with disdain:
"His BMW 5 Series is nothing but a luxury car in the eyes of the poor. The top model costs less than a million. Any car in the fleet can crush it to the ground.
See the largest car in the middle of the convoy."
Old Zhao pointed to the low-key and luxurious car in the middle, the largest and most eye-catching car in the fleet:
"That's a top-of-the-line luxury car, a Rolls-Royce. I don't know if it's a President or a Phantom. The minimum configuration for this kind of car starts at tens of millions. The little golden statue on the front of the car can buy a BMW."
The old lady didn't know cars and was confused by what she heard until Old Zhao said that the little golden man in front of the luxury car could buy a BMW. Suddenly, her cloudy eyes lit up.
Looking at the little golden man, a trace of greed arose in my heart, and I couldn't help but take a step forward.
It’s so valuable, I’ll find a chance to break the little golden man off.
Sensing the old lady's thoughts, Old Zhao quickly grabbed her and said:
"You're killing yourself! How can ordinary people mess with a car like this, with all the pomp and fanfare? Put away your petty thoughts and stop hurting everyone!"
After hearing Old Zhao's warning, the old lady realized that her little thoughts were guessed. Her face turned a little ugly, and she cursed, but she also stopped walking.
The old lady looked at the convoy with envy, not knowing where it was going. Suddenly, she was stunned. The convoy actually stopped in front of a dilapidated building.
"How is this possible? Aren't there no one left? Why are so many people looking for them? Have they become rich? I haven't heard that the Lu family kid has become rich."
More than a dozen bodyguards in black got out of the car and surrounded the president of Rolls-Royce. A lady in her thirties and an old man who looked like a butler also got out of the car.
"This girl is really pretty, but not as pretty as the last girl, and she's older too."
The old lady commented and compared them.
Jin Feng looked at the somewhat dilapidated farmyard in front of her with some doubt.
The master lives here?
She used her family's power to obtain Lu Tian's address, knowing that Lu Tian might be a top ancient martial artist. This time, she apologized sincerely with a very pious attitude, wanting to restore her image in Lu Tian's mind.
She looked around and subconsciously frowned, puzzled.
Could it be that the great masters are hiding in the city, and the real masters are hiding among the people!
A man in black came forward and knocked on the door, but there was no response for a long time.
No one, Mr. Lu is not here?
Jin Feng frowned, feeling a little disappointed.
"Come here, I have something to ask you."
The old housekeeper pointed at an old man with a very plump figure who was stretching his head not far away.
Seeing this, the old man immediately looked fawning and ran forward happily, like a round potato, with very agile movements.
The old man was Lu Hanting, the village chief of Lujiaying. Unlike old men and women who had never seen the world, he could tell at a glance that the car in the middle was a Rolls-Royce President, which was much more expensive than his son's second-hand BMW 5 Series, and the license plate number actually had five sixes.
Anyone who can have such a license plate must be rich or noble, and he can't afford to offend him. He usually dominates the village and is like a local emperor whose words are law. However, outside the village, he is nothing.
The powerful people in Los Angeles would crush him like a stink bug.
"Is this Lu Tian's home?"
He asked in a cold tone.
At this time, Jin Feng saw Lu Hanting, who was fat and had big ears, a short stature, and looked like a big potato. A trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.
The old housekeeper observed the lady's expression and knew that she was disgusted with the person in front of her, so he didn't give her a good look.
Lu Hanting didn't take it seriously, but rather enjoyed it, bending over and smiling. When he heard the official's question, he was obviously stunned. After a brief thought, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and said:
"Yes, this is Lu Tian's home, but no one has been here for a long time."
It wasn't because he couldn't remember who Lu Tian was that he was stunned, but because he was surprised that several groups of people had been looking for Lu Tian in the past few days.
"Did the Lu family kid commit something wrong outside?"
"No one?"
"Yes, no one has lived here for two or three years!"
"Director, it seems Lu Tian came back some time ago."
Old Zhao walked behind Lu Hanting and reminded him in a low voice.
"Did you see Mr. Lu some time ago?"
Without waiting for Lu Hanting to react, the old housekeeper approached him and asked Old Zhao behind him.
"About two weeks ago, I was preparing to..."
"Get to the point."
The old housekeeper glared at him and stopped him.
Old Zhao was shocked, but he didn't dare to play tricks, and said honestly:
"About two weeks ago, I saw Lu Tian coming out of the small building, but he left and never came back."
It seems that Mr. Lu is no longer here. Where else could he be?
Jin Feng was disappointed. She came here with a glimmer of hope, hoping to meet him, but unexpectedly, the opposite happened.
The old butler threw down a stack of banknotes and accompanied Jinfeng into the car.
I came here with great joy, but left disappointed.
Jin Feng was in a bad mood and had a cold face all the way.
When the convoy of luxury cars disappeared on the road, Lu Hanting shook the banknotes, spat, and cursed:
"If it weren't for the money, I wouldn't bother with you. Rich people are so inhumane. They charge tens of thousands of dollars for every question."
He took one out from it, then suddenly thought of something, took it back from mid-air, fumbled around his body for a few times, took out a dry ten-yuan bill from his trouser pocket, threw it directly on the ground, and walked away humming a little tune.
Old Zhao picked up the ten-yuan bill from the ground, his face turned pale, and he wanted to rush up and kick Lu Hanting in the butt, but in the end he dared not say anything and had to put the ten yuan away.
It’s better than nothing!
Old Zhao comforted himself as if by hypnosis.
…
The Muqin Club is a private club, a place of mystery to the people of Los Angeles, offering a one-stop service for dining, drinking, and entertainment. It offers everything you can imagine.
Those who come in and out of the club are high-ranking officials, children of powerful people, and wealthy businessmen.
The club not only has queens, young models, and long legs, but also handsome men, young hunks, chickens and ducks.
This place is not only a paradise for men, but also a place for rich women to release their emotions.
The Mu Qin Club has a deep background, and the owner has connections in both the black and white worlds. Not only did the Los Angeles police turn a blind eye to the Mu Qin Club's affairs, but the boss of the Los Angeles underworld, Long Ye, also followed his lead, demonstrating his omnipotence.
But most people only know that the club owner's surname is Jin, and that he may be related to the Jin family in Yanjing, and they know nothing else.
Lu Xia got out of the car. As a native of Los Angeles, he was not unfamiliar with the Muqin Club. The Muqin Club had existed when he was in high school.
The plain and unpretentious two-story red building in front of you is the Muqin Club.
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