Chapter 259 Sir, I am deaf
The manager greeted He Sang at the door. "Mrs. Zeng didn't come with you? We have a new coffee butter milk tea."
She grabbed the manager and asked, "Is Mr. Liang in the private room or is he sitting outside?"
The manager pointed to the second floor, "The scattered seats by the windows."
He Sang gave him a few instructions, and the manager was worried, "Mr. Liang is very influential, and he's a new customer. What if he finds out..."
"He won't give you any trouble when I'm here."
The manager was skeptical. The second and third branches of the Liang family were incompatible, and He Sang was the third branch's future daughter-in-law. Logically, if the second branch caught her following them, they would be in big trouble.
"The waitress you're dating burned Mrs. Zeng last time. I was the one who persuaded them to reconcile, and Mrs. Zeng let her go." He Sang turned the car keys. "Are you repaying a favor, or are you ungrateful?"
"Yes, yes..." The manager smiled apologetically and took her upstairs.
There are three crisscrossing wooden corridors on the second floor, each with seven tea tables separated by carved screens. Liang Chihui is at No. 3, and He Sang is at No. 16 diagonally opposite, about five or six meters away.
He had changed into a new shirt in the car, a warm, deep, dark color that accentuated his handsome features. It was quiet now, and the man leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and resting, not noticing who had come in.
He Sang made a gesture of silence and winked.
The manager moved an aloe vera potted plant with lush leaves, one meter high, blocking the view completely. She pushed aside the leaves, and Liang Chihui condensed into a small dot in the center of the crack. He happened to open his eyes and browse the menu.
His fingers were white and slender, pure and untouched by dust. The light from the window shone onto his finger bones, making them shine even more transparently.
"Manager Ouyang." Liang Chihui suddenly spoke.
He Sang was so frightened that he trembled and lay on the table motionless.
The manager walked over and said, "Second Young Master, please give your orders."
“Any special teas?”
"Tibetan butter milk tea." The manager flipped to the picture page. "It comes in sweet and savory flavors. Mr. Zeng's wife and the third son's wife like the sweet one best."
He Sang stamped his feet in anger, wondering why he mentioned her for no reason.
The stomp was so strong that the heel hit the table leg with a loud "bang".
Liang Chihui was startled and he leaned back slightly to look over here.
The screen blocked his view, and lush aloe leaves floated above her head, making it impossible to tell whether the person hiding her was a man or a woman.
He sat up straight again, smiled slightly and asked, "Madam Third Young Master?"
The manager was stunned. "You don't know him?"
"Just curious." Liang Chihui closed the menu, "Try the sweet milk tea."
The waiter went to the kitchen to prepare the meal, and the manager was waiting on the side.
"Does she come here often?"
"A few times a month."
Liang Chihui wiped his hands with a handkerchief as if nothing had happened, "Have you been here recently?"
The manager, who had never been a thief, hesitated and glanced at table 16, "No..."
The man moved the sign on the table. "Coffee and butter tea, new product?"
"It was newly added yesterday."
He looked around. It was not tea time, so there were few customers. There were only seven or eight tables scattered around, and most of the customers were drinking traditional teas, such as Longjing, Biluochun and Jinjunmei. The tea artist was kneeling on the carpet, demonstrating the tea ceremony.
Only table 16 emitted the aroma of coffee.
Liang Chihui waved, "That lady."
He Sang froze.
The manager was also confused.
When Table 16 took a while to respond, he frowned. "Excuse me, ma'am?"
He Sang wrote a line of words on a notepad, rolled it into a ball, and threw it out.
The manager picked it up and spread it out in front of Liang Chihui.
"Sir, I'm deaf."
The handwriting is beautiful, small and square.
Liang Chihui's brows relaxed a little, and his voice was mellow and magnetic, "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but how can you hear me calling you if you're deaf?"
Table 16 threw another ball of paper, "One is deaf, the other is not."
The man put his fist to his lips, suppressing the laughter in his throat, and replied from behind, "Sorry, is the coffee-flavored butter tea delicious?"
He folded it, stood up, and wanted to deliver it himself. The manager quickly took it and said, "I'll deliver it."
Liang Chihui raised his eyebrows, "Okay."
The manager's hands were shaking as she handed it to He Sang. She added two words, "Delicious."
My palms were sweaty, as if they had been washed in water.
"Thank you." Liang Chihui tore it up and threw it into the trash can. "Make me another cup of coffee and butter tea."
He Sang finally let out the breath he had been holding.
That was a close call.
Just one step away.
If the manager hadn't snatched the note, and their eyes had met, He Sang would have gotten goosebumps all over his body just imagining that scene.
She pulled aside the aloe leaves and looked over there. Liang Chihui was calmly reviewing documents and indeed did not notice any problems at her table.
The butter tea was prepared faster than brewing tea. He had just finished making a batch when the waiter brought the tea bowl to the table. He took a sip and found it bittersweet. He probably couldn't get used to it, so he put it down.
While Liang Chihui was reviewing the second document, two middle-aged men in their early forties came upstairs.
One was fat, the other short. They had the temperament of a boss, but their furtive expressions weakened their affluence. They sat in the empty seat at table 3. "Second Young Master, Ji Province is no longer safe. Why are you meeting in the city center?"
He Sang took a photo easily and started recording on his phone. He placed it on the upper left corner of the tea table, facing Liang Chihui, and took out a tissue to cover it, simply concealing it.
"The Pu'er King in this teahouse is quite good. It's a rare treasure on the market. Would you like to try it?"
"How can I have the heart to drink tea!" The short man was at a loss. "I've made money in business all my life, and I've never complained about having too much money... But this time, it really burns my hands!"
Liang Chihui tapped the tea tray expressionlessly, "Not at ease?"
"It was so unsettling. We couldn't sleep at all. There were sirens outside the window..."
"There's a place that will make you feel completely at ease." He smiled. "When you feel at ease, the outside world will be calm too."
The fat man was horrified, "Second Master, you..."
"Huaze Company, under your name, has a huge funding gap. If it goes bankrupt and liquidates, you won't have any assets to enforce the debt owed to the bank, and the bank will be helpless. But if you default on the debt owed to the underground bank, your wife and children will suffer. You are well aware of the methods used by the bank to collect debts."
The fat man crawled on the table, staring at Liang Chihui, "Second Master, we agreed at the beginning that we--"
"I have a wide network of contacts and connections with underground banks. I should be able to write off the debt through negotiation. The interest on the bank's debt is a debt of favor. With favors, everything can be negotiated." Liang Chihui's smile grew wider. "You consider it."
The short man looked pale and slumped in his chair.
The fat man calmed down a lot. "My company has already started the bankruptcy process. I owe over 40 million yuan in loans to underground banks."
Liang Chihui nodded, "It's easy."
The fat man and the short man tacitly agreed to the deal.
He Sang turned off the recording in annoyance.
Liang Chihui's caution was almost impeccable. He always interrupted them at the critical moment. The content of the recording was worthless. It was clearly suggesting that they turn themselves in and he would be responsible for the aftermath and protecting their families. However, his words were completely unrelated.
No wonder Liang Yanzhang valued him so much.
He was both shrewd and vigilant, and was also wary of these two people being bribed and the recording backfiring on him.
He Sang knew that this move was the right one.
As the future chairman of the Liang Group, Liang Chihui will know all about Liang Yanzhang's past behind-the-scenes operations, even if there was some aspect that was concealed from him, because he controls the core of the Liang family.
The women around him will definitely have the opportunity to follow him and get close to the core and all the dark secrets.
The "collapse of the city wall tower" is the biggest scandal in Liang Yanzhang's hands.
Human lives are involved.
He Jinping's, Uncle He Sang's, and He Jinping's subordinates.
Liang Yanzhang trusts Liang Chihui, and clinging to Liang Chihui is the only way to uncover the truth.
The two suppliers went downstairs first. Liang Chihui stood up, straightened his collar and cuffs, and paused when he passed table 16.
He Sang's breathing was also choked.
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