"Can you please be reasonable? What am I going to do? I'm going to find someone! Wait till I find Chu Yifeng, and I'll chop him to death with a stick!"
"Where can I find it?"
Bi Tiegang said in a deep voice: "Didn't Junhui say that he was serving in the same army as him? If he doesn't have a phone number, I'll ask for his address. I'll go to the army to find him!"
Bi Tiegang also remembered it when he saw the three boxes of wine in the yard.
At around seven o'clock in the evening, Bi Tiegang stood at the gate of the military compound with mixed feelings.
Even though he said that to Liu Yafang, when the soldier at the door asked him who he was looking for, he wanted to blurt out several times that he was looking for the Chu family.
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Junhui's mother was very puzzled at first. Who was this person?
When Junhui's mother heard that it was Bi Yue's father and that he had something to talk to Junhui about, she was surprised at first. After a moment's pause, she immediately realized what was going on and enthusiastically asked Bi Tiegang to sit down.
"Hello, hello. Please take a seat. Huizi hasn't come back yet? Is there something urgent at home? Yueyue's father, if there is anything difficult, please tell me. If our family can handle it, I will definitely do my best."
Whether they are being polite or serious, Bi Tiegang is old enough to know. He has a completely different attitude from Chu Yifeng's mother!
This was Bi Tiegang's first time stepping into the military compound and also his first time sitting in the small building. He unknowingly felt a surge of psychological pressure.
Especially when facing Junhui's mother, at this moment he also remembered what Liu Yafang said.
My daughter doesn't want to find a good family to marry into, but insists on finding one like the Chu family.
You say nice things, but when you enter a family like this, you have to keep your tail between your legs and behave as if you dare not speak loudly.
The Chu family is like that, they don’t even give him a good face before he even enters the door. What should his Yueyue do!
"Sister, I have something urgent to talk to Junhui about. When can he usually come back?"
Junhui's mother pushed the teacup, thinking that Bi Tiegang was embarrassed to say it. Then she thought about it and realized that she had called as soon as her son Huizi came home last night.
In the middle of the night, her son went out again and brought back several boxes of wine. Her family praised her son for his success and for being filial to his father by buying wine, but he said he was helping someone else get the wine back.
"Then I'll make a few calls to find that brat. Wait a moment."
"Hey, hey. Thank you."
Junhui's mother made several phone calls but still couldn't find her son. She stood at the door and watched Bi Tiegang leave with a frown on her face. For the first time, her thoughts about Bi Yue sank.
Because when Bi Tiegang left, it seemed to her that he asked, as if possessed by some strange ghost:
"Which one is Chu Yifeng's home?"
She pointed out the location.
Junhui's mother felt that she didn't understand the situation fully and that she should talk to her son in detail.
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Junhui was standing in a private room in the hotel, with his two brothers sitting on either side, Liu Dapeng and Liu Liwei.
These two people were urgently called out by Junhui, saying that they wanted to drink, so they put down what they were doing and came here directly.
Liu Dapeng pushed open the door of the box with a bottle of red wine under his arm. Liu Liwei was having dinner at home. When he heard about drinking, he took a bottle of white wine from his father.
Junhui said coldly: "Let's have a bar fight."
Liu Liwei sighed, "Brother Hui, are you getting drunk?" He quickly glanced at Liu Dapeng. What was wrong with Junhui? What had triggered him?
Liu Dapeng was quite straightforward. He took a pair of chopsticks and slammed down six bottles of beer in a row. He then reached for the red wine he had brought and said as he poured the wine:
"Okay, I'll keep you company."
The word "accompany" is not empty words.
Junhui picked up the beer bottle and said, "I'll drink it first."
They all come from military backgrounds, are fearless and decisive, don't talk too much nonsense, and no one is willing to submit to the other.
Liu Dapeng also picked up a bottle and blew against it.
Liu Liwei patted his belly, regretting eating too much at night. He stood up, picked up a bottle and started drinking it in one gulp.
The two drinking companions were thinking at the same time: Damn, two drinks one, I don’t believe that after a few bottles of wine, Junhui, you won’t fly.
Bottle after bottle of beer, glass after glass of liquor, everyone's heads became heavy, their eyes became red, they became excited, and they started to talk more.
From talking about career to talking about the recent situation in the army. During the conversation, Liu Dapeng glanced at Junhui and sneered:
"I say, Huizi, the more you drink, the paler your face becomes. You're really hard to get along with."
It was originally a joke, but Junhui tilted his lips. His expression didn't change much, but everyone knew he was angry: "Dapeng, who is easy to befriend?" He pointed his finger at the door of the private room:
"He Chu Yifeng?!"
Liu Dapeng was stunned for a moment by this sudden scene, then frowned: "What do you mean?"
Liu Liwei quickly pushed back Junhui's outstretched finger and stuttered a little as he was drunk: "Brother Huizi, what's wrong? Are you in a hurry to drink? If you can't drink anymore, please stop."
"I can't do it?" Jun Hui stood up again, thinking angrily, why can't he do it? Only Chu Yifeng can do it, right?
As if he was venting his anger, Junhui picked up the white wine bottle in one hand and the red wine bottle in the other, and gulped down the red and white wine together, drinking it all in one gulp.
Seeing that, Liu Dapeng, who was drunk at the moment, had calmed down. Was he trying to scare him and Xiaowei? Well, he was scared, so he admitted it.
Liu Dapeng spoke softly under the pretense of negotiation:
"You can do it, Huizi, you're the best. Crazy guy can't do it. He's definitely not as good as you! That's the player who shrinks back after drinking a few bottles. What else do you have?"
Junhui sank down on the chair, wondering why he didn't feel any better after hearing these words? Why did he feel even more embarrassed?
He rubbed his face with his hands: "Drink!"
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