The scroll broke through the air, and in just a few minutes, it came to Wu Xuemei's three-story building that combines Chinese and Western style in the Xixi Wetland in Hangzhou. The scroll slowly opened, and Wu Xuemei and Zhang Jian jumped out of the scroll. The scroll seemed to be spiritual, rubbing around in Wu Xuemei's arms like a spoiled person. Zhang Jian looked at the scroll flying in front of him, and reached out to grab the ground and wanted to play with this flexible elf, but he could not catch it. Wu Xuemei reached out to stop Zhang Jian's nonsense and put away the scroll.

"Old Wu, considering that your former close friend was still single, please lend me your scroll for use." Zhang Jian looked reluctantly at the location where Wu Xuemei was put on the painting, and with a heartache, it seemed that millions of people were flying away in front of him.

Wu Xuemei asked: "What does this have to do with being single?"

"Look, do you need a house or a car to find a girlfriend now? Look, give me your picture, then I will have my car and half of the conditions. Isn't it so happy?"

"No, even if you get the house together, you'll only finish two-thirds. Because you don't have a girlfriend."

"It hurts my heart." The black and white Zhang Jian squatted on the ground and drew circles to curse this heart-wrenching guy. The iron porcelain that was promised was all made of porcelain.

Wu Xuemei used voice control to unlock the door, and took Zhang Jian to the wine cabinet area on the first floor of the villa and threw it to Zhang Jian. Zhang Jian looked at the label, wow, Lafite in 1982, one of the drinks of the protagonists of the novel. He carefully opened the cork with a bottle opener, and Zhang Jian poured the whole bottle of red wine into his mouth like a primitive man. Wu Xuemei, who was holding a glass of wine gracefully, looked at him and looked at him with a black face.

Perhaps because of the rapid running before, he consumed too much water, Zhang Jian siched his mouth and drank a few more sips of red wine. In 1982, Lafite is a must-have for the protagonist, so I, Zhang Jian, is also the protagonist. Well, no, this red wine seems to be from Lao Wu, so he is the protagonist, so I should be the supporting role. But the supporting role that is mixed with the protagonist is also good.

Wu Xuemei seemed to see Zhang Jian was thinking happily, and said leisurely: "That was not Lafite in 1982. The person who gave me red wine was also deceived, but because the man who smelled the wine was 20 years old, I stayed."

When Zhang Jian heard this, he choked on the wine and looked at Wu Xuemei with resentment. He felt that everything was gone from him, as if he was the positive character. For example, the protagonist Meng, who was the label for 1982, and there were people who made fakes in front of Lao Wu’s drunk man these days. It was really unbearable for uncle and aunt. He tolerated it. The only person who could do this was his sister Wu Qing who was not fooled by Lao Wu. Yes, it was Wu Qing, not Wu Qing. At that time, Zhang Jian was beaten by Lao Wu when he met his sister Wu Qing in Lao Wu’s class. Now, thinking about being passively beaten for several hours in that endless offensive, he felt chilled.

"Okay, let's talk about the serious matter." Wu Xuemei interrupted Zhang Jian's random thoughts, "You see what you are today, don't say you don't know. I saw you cowardly."

"Strategy, this is a strategy." Zhang Jian couldn't help but lower his voice when he saw Lao Wu's contemptuous eyes, "Okay, I'm a little scared. You know, that's a master of half-step transformation, and there seems to be an unknown corrosive force in his body. Once it explodes, we may not be able to withstand it even if we join forces. Later, I followed his residence and found that he had a wife and children, and his son went to school and his wife was sick, and he had a heavy financial burden. So he reached a cooperation with a group of people and collected money for them."

"Do you know the location of that group?"

"I happened to know this. In a high-end restaurant near an open-air parking lot south of Hangzhou, it seems that they run this high-end restaurant."

Wu Xuemei frowned, as if she was thinking about something.

"If you have any concerns, I'll go find out for you first. After all, it was the one who threw it in front of me." Zhang Jian carelessly hugged the pillow on the sofa into his arms, which was very velvety and comfortable.

"Okay, I've been stared at. If I show up there, I'll be aware of the snake. Then I'll give you a few calligraphy and paintings, and you'll be self-defense." Wu Xuemei sat on the office chair with her chin pinched with one hand, with her long black hair spread on his shoulders, like a lively Yunjin. Zhang Jian fell asleep on the sofa with a snoring sound. A lot of things happened tonight, which consumed most of his energy. Wu Xuemei looked at the treasure in front of her, smiled slightly, took a clean quilt in the bedroom and carefully covered him, and then quietly went to the studio on the second floor to prepare a few calligraphy and paintings for self-defense.

At noon the next day, Zhang Jian asked the painting elf hidden in his pocket to hide the scroll that Lao Wu had made at night with a space bag. Zhang Jian himself brought the black invitation given by the beauty last night to this high-end restaurant. In fact, he didn't know why he brought the black invitation with him, but his intuition told him that it might be useful today. It was dark last night, and Zhang Jian did not take a closer look at the restaurant. This high-end restaurant is not as high as a restaurant, but is simply four floors. The walls are red like flames, and are far away from the daytime.

It can be seen, and it gives people the feeling of a fierce and fierce iron armor. The restaurant door is not like a normal hotel, which opens the door to do business, but a two-meter small door in our house. There are many people entering and leaving half-covered. They are all well-dressed and neatly arranged in suits. Some bring their female companions, and some are alone. Most of them enter this high-end restaurant together in groups of three or three. But what is the name of this restaurant? There seems to be no word on the plaque in the restaurant, and it is a blank plaque.

Zhang Jian watched the guests entering the restaurant hand the black invitation in their hands to a young waiter. The waiter bowed slightly, stretched out his left hand and invited them respectfully. Zhang Jian pretended to be calm and took out the invitation given by the woman last night, pretending that the invitation was of the same color, and he should not be discovered.

The waiter took the invitation from Zhang Jian's hand, looked at Zhang Jian's face in confusion, and then looked at the invitation in his hand. At this time, Zhang Jian's heart was raised to his throat. Perhaps Zhang Jian would hesitate if he wanted to pull his legs in the next second. However, the waiter hesitated for a moment and said in a respectful voice: "Dear guest, it is my honor to serve you. The No. 1 box has been prepared for you. Today's whole day of activities will be introduced to you later. I hope you have a happy time here."

Zhang Jian inexplicably walked into the restaurant and followed a few people to a huge ground floor. A huge iron cage was buckled in the center like a ring. There were 10 huge private rooms in the high platform in front of him. There were two points-like objects on the east side of the ring. There were a screen about 20 square meters above Zhang Jian's head. Now the central ring is playing without people. Everything here makes Zhang Jian feel familiar, as if this is an underground ring dedicated to black fist for people, but there are four models of the future mechas, which are in the shape of a giant beast, and are also in the shape of a human, very realistic.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!