Chapter 313: Come to play with me!

Tang Huan was upset and waved to drive Miss No. 8 away. However, the latter smiled slightly and glanced at Qinglong with a subtle look. He pursed his lips and smiled: "Mr. Tang, in addition to storytelling services, there are other things in the West Pavilion. I don't know Mr. Tang--"

"It's too expensive." Tang Huan waved his hand. "Come back when you have money in the future."

After saying that, she drove Miss No. 8 away.

In just a moment, all the 150,000 yuan in the Qinglong card was empty. It was so fucking good business. It was so good to make money.

However, he also knew that in the information age, intelligence seemed to be everywhere. However, truly reliable and highly accurate intelligence is becoming increasingly rare and difficult to distinguish.

Since its establishment ten years ago, the Xixiang Pavilion has suddenly become a place where many powerful people love to come. Some gossip and scandals are not easy to inquire about. If you ask too much, it will easily cause people to be suspicious. Therefore, they are willing to come to the Xixiang Pavilion.

Because this will keep all customers' identities confidential and provide the most accurate information.

Just spend some money.

In China, the most undesirable thing is rich people.

But Tang Huan is a rich man, so he was very sad when he came here and determined to be a rich man.

Drink all the fragrant tea in the teapot and ate all the snacks on the table. Tang Huan then relieved the pain a little and muttered: "The capital is really expensive. I thought I was a middle class after all. Now I look at it, I am simply a poor and lower-middle peasant."

"What do you want to know, including Song Peigong. Go and find Lao Zhuang." Qinglong pursed his lips. "Or it's okay to find my grandfather."

"Take it down." Tang Huan shrugged. "No one of these old guys is kind. I'll ask them to pay it back one dollar, and they can make me pay it back ten dollars."

Qinglong was righteous. I don’t know if he could hear the subtext of Tang Huan’s words. He said calmly: “You don’t have to pay for my money.”

"I still have to pay it back." Tang Huan said meaningfully. "But I'm a little short of money recently. I'll pay you back when I get the bonus at the end of the year."

I was given my suit last night by Sister Song.

I asked for information this morning and had to rely on Qinglong for support. Brother Huan felt very sad. He was a little suspicious of having a soft meal.

No, it’s not a suspicion. It’s just a fucking fuck!

Tang Huan stood up and left the West Entrance Pavilion. However, after Miss No. 8 provided the service, she went directly to Office No. 1 on the top floor of the West Entrance Pavilion.

Office No. 1 is not the office of Miss No. 1. It is the private territory of the boss behind the West Entrance Pavilion. It may not be available once a month on weekdays. But today I am here very freshly. Moreover, Tang Huan arrived before she came, and she came back.

Miss No. 8 respectfully repeated Tang Huan's entire question. Finally, she described the whole process of getting along with Tang Huan. Following the instructions of the boss, she concluded: "He is very interesting."

"interesting?"

The boss behind the desk calmly said: "This is a man covered in blood with his hands. If you meet him on the battlefield, you won't think he is interesting."

"He is a soldier?" Miss No. 8 frowned slightly.

However, the woman following Tang Huan is a soldier, and her level is not low. It is understandable that he is a soldier.

"Strictly speaking, it's a retired soldier." The boss said slowly. "He comes back next time. You don't have to charge. You just need to do some intelligence exchange."

After a moment of pause, the boss said meaningfully: "He will be worth a thousand gold if he just reveals information."

"If I had known this, I should have given him a favor just now." Miss No. 8 felt a little regretful.

"You're thinking too much." The boss said carelessly. "Many people want him to owe a few favors. But he never speaks. Because he knows that favors need to be paid back. The more you owe, the more you pay back."

"Do you think - he is not a mortal?" Miss No. 8 said unexpectedly.

Since the founding of the West Chamber, the boss rarely talks about the guests who come to inquire about information. Including Mr. Tang today, there are only three in total.

The first two are big names who are taboos when just naming names. This time, they are just young people who look very ordinary and even interesting.

...

Night falls.

Tang Huan pulled Qinglong to find a roadside stall to settle for dinner. He drank a belly of beer and smiled and said, "Don't fight, this meal is mine."

Qinglong curled his lips and said, "You can settle the score."

"Superficial." Tang Huan frowned. "Qinglong. I'm going to criticize you. You are a patriotic soldier, so it's vulgar to withdraw money!"

Qinglong did not refute it. He thought what Tang Huan said was quite reasonable.

"Is there something wrong tonight?" Qinglong saw that Tang Huan was in a hurry.

"Well. I have to withdraw after I finish eating." Tang Huan nodded. "I'll come to Baicheng when I have time, I'll greet you."

"Can't you just come to me to play tomorrow?" Qinglong said calmly. "I took three days off. Today is the first day."

Tang Huan was slightly stunned. Then nodded and said, "No problem. Come pick me up tomorrow morning. Let's fight for the four nine cities!"

"Okay." Qinglong made a final decision. "I'll go find Lao Zhuang to advance the salary for a year. It's almost enough to play."

Brother Huan was moved all of a sudden.

Big boss, big boss, you have to be as particular as Qinglong. When Dong Xinyi offered a sky-high contract, I wouldn’t even consider it! I wouldn’t be moved at all!

Before leaving, Qinglong suddenly reached out and hugged Tang Huan, hugging her like a brother. Then he said separately: "See you tomorrow."

After saying that, he strides away from the roadside stall and goes on off-road.

Qinglong has a great alcohol tolerance. In addition, he drives a military vehicle. You really don’t have to worry about being investigated for drunk driving.

Moreover, when Qinglong drove, Tang Huan was not worried about any trouble. This woman had such a superb driving skills that she could run to 200 with her feet.

Hotel entrance.

Tang Huan and Sister Song meet up.

Sister Song was originally going to pick up Tang Huan, but considering that Qinglong seemed to have a bad impression of Sister Song, he gave up to avoid embarrassment and helplessness.

"Are you drinking?" As soon as the two approached, Song Ruyu smelled a strong smell of wine.

"I met an old comrade-in-arms. Have a drink." Tang Huan laughed. "Don't worry, sister Song, don't delay the important matter."

When Tang Huan was doing things, Song Ruyu was both relieved and worried.

He is capable, but he is too irritable. He dares to take the lead in many things that others dare not do. He dares to do all kinds of things that seem to be not.

This is a good thing, but also a bad thing.

On the good side, it can accomplish great things, and on the bad side, it can cause great trouble.

Song Ruyu couldn't tell whether this was an advantage or a disadvantage.

After all, Tang Huan is not an ordinary person. He cannot be judged by the standards of ordinary people.

This birthday party was more than one or two times larger than that of Liang Ji who became Song Ruyu. There were hundreds of guests present alone, and they were all noble people. According to Song Ruyu's private introduction, two of them came from the four young masters in the capital alone.

One is of course Liang Jicheng, and the other is Wei Ziyu.

A famous family who has been known as a child prodigy since she was eight years old. In terms of its popularity, influence, and even reputation in the capital, it is even better than Liang Jicheng.

He can truly be said to be a dragon and a phoenix among men and a pride of heaven!

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