Zhong Yang sighed silently and said, "You are too slow to react. Recently, my uncle has been criticized by the provincial department. This is not normal."
Nail sighed and said, "Are you sure it has something to do with that kid?"
Zhong Yang thought that Dingzi was still too naive, and gently advised: "Even if there is no connection, we should treat it as if there is a connection. Otherwise, if something happens to my uncle, our whole family will be implicated."
Although Dingzi was not convinced, he still listened to his cousin and sighed, "I know."
Zhong Yang frowned, took out an envelope from his briefcase, and whispered, "Wait, find a chance to give it to him later."
"Brother, what is this?" Dingzi was stunned.
"It's useless to apologize with just your mouth," Zhong Yang explained. "To apologize, you need to show enough sincerity, so you have to use something meaningful."
Dingzi hesitated for a while, but finally nodded and took the envelope. He was complaining in his heart, was this considered being blackmailed? What was aggrieved was that he was willing to be blackmailed.
Chapter 0040 Who is the first big secret
Around ten o'clock, the bar street gradually became lively. The long street full of lights and wine was filled with all kinds of people. There were fashionable men in fancy clothes, fashionable women with heavy makeup that made it difficult to tell their true faces, couples entangled with each other to vent their desires, and lonely men and women who were hungry and wanted to find sex partners...
Fang Zhicheng is a quiet person, but since he was brought to the bar street by Zhao Qingya, he gradually fell in love with this place. Because under the influence of alcohol, the seemingly impetuous environment becomes simple. You can sing wantonly, laugh arrogantly, and punch angrily. People here become simple and real. Compared with the well-dressed life in the municipal party committee compound, although this place is full of violence and pornography, it lacks hypocrisy and conspiracy.
Fang Zhicheng entered the bar and found that there were not many people inside. Aunt Dong was standing at the bar not far away. When she saw Fang Zhicheng, her eyes lit up. She walked to Fang Zhicheng with a smile and asked enthusiastically, "What's the matter? Mr. Fang, how come you have time to come to my little place today?"
Fang Zhicheng did not hide it and said with a smile: "Someone wanted to meet me to discuss something, so I decided to set up the place here. This can also be regarded as bringing you some business."
"You're thoughtful." Aunt Dong poked Fang Zhicheng's forehead with her finger. "How about something first? I'll treat you."
Fang Zhicheng waved his hand quickly, took out a hundred yuan from his wallet, put it on the bar, and said, "How can this be possible? Let's have a beer first."
Aunt Dong was not polite either. She held the money in her hand and soon brought two beers and snacks. Aunt Dong took a beer and gently clinked it with the one in Fang Zhicheng's hand, then took a sip and said with a smile, "Come often in the future. Qingya has a stake in this bar. She asked me to take good care of you. If you don't often walk under my nose, I might forget about you."
Fang Zhicheng nodded and asked curiously, "How did you and Sister Ya know each other?"
Aunt Dong frowned and thought, then slowly said, "We are drinking buddies. Two years ago, I was fired and was drinking alone in a food stall. When I paid the bill, I found that I was five dollars short, so I shamelessly asked Qingya who was not far away to borrow money for the wine. Zhao Qingya looked at me with contempt at first, then paid for me. Just when I was about to leave, she dragged me to drink, and we ended up getting drunk. Since then, we have sat together to drink from time to time. But drinking requires an atmosphere, and in order to drink to our heart's content, Zhao Qingya urged me to open a bar that meets our needs, so this South City Old Stories Qing Bar came into being."
Fang Zhicheng sighed: "I didn't expect that Old Things in the South City had such a history. You and Sister Ya are both straightforward people, so Old Things in the South City may look nostalgic, but in fact, most customers think this place is very straightforward."
Aunt Dong smiled and said, "You have a good eye. This is what Qingya and I want to do. We hope to turn the bar into a place where everyone can express their true feelings."
After she finished speaking, a few people appeared outside the bar. They greeted Aunt Dong with a smile and seemed to be regular customers.
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Sister Dong, go and do your work first. I'll sit here for a while."
Dong Gu nodded: "Okay, let me know if there is anything."
After drinking half a beer, his cell phone suddenly vibrated. Fang Zhicheng turned around and looked towards the entrance. He saw Dingzi standing with a thin man about 1.9 meters tall. Fang Zhicheng waved, and Dingzi saw it, so he pulled the tall man over.
"Hello, my name is Zhong Yang." The tall and thin man extended his hand, giving people a humble feeling.
Fang Zhicheng always thought he was good-looking, but compared to the man opposite him, he felt a little dwarfed. Fang Zhicheng secretly sighed that Zhong Yang was extraordinary. He shook hands with him and felt that his palm was steady, strong but gentle. He glanced at the nail again and said lightly, "Please sit down!"
The two men sat down and two more beers were brought over from the bar.
"It's a nice bar." Zhong Yang looked around. "Opened by a friend?"
Fang Zhicheng thought to himself that this home advantage gave him a pretty good feeling. At least it could suppress Zhong Yang's momentum. He nodded slightly and said, "I wonder what Brother Zhong wants to talk to me about today?"
Zhong Yang originally wanted to get closer to Fang Zhicheng, but he didn't expect Fang Zhicheng to be so direct. He smiled and said, "First, I want to apologize for what happened to my cousin that day, and second, I want to make friends."
After saying this, Zhong Yang winked at Ding Zi. Ding Zi's face was full of gloom, and he reluctantly handed the envelope to Fang Zhicheng, saying softly, "I'm sorry!"
"What does this mean?" Fang Zhicheng frowned. He looked at the envelope, which was about four or five centimeters thick. It must have at least twenty or thirty thousand yuan.
Zhong Yang said lightly: "This world is very realistic. If just saying sorry is enough, then what do we need the police for? If Brother Fang is willing to accept these, it will be a relief for both you and me."
Fang Zhicheng did not reach out his hand directly. He thought about it for a while and asked curiously, "It is a pity to take something from someone. I guess you have something to ask for."
Zhong Yang thought to himself that Fang Zhicheng was a smart man, nodded and smiled, "This is easy for you, but very important to both of us. I hope you can tell Zhao Qingya that the previous matter is completely over."
"Is it that simple?" Fang Zhicheng asked doubtfully.
Zhong Yang smiled and nodded, affirming: "It's that simple."
Fang Zhicheng sighed. Sister Ya's background was not simple. He took another look at the envelope. It was tens of thousands. Although his salary was considered to be above average in Yinzhou, he had been spending money like water recently and was inevitably short of money. As for whether the money came from a just source, Fang Zhicheng was not a pedantic person. Others did not bribe because of their positions, but were making compensation for previous conflicts. Naturally, he was a little tempted.
Fang Zhicheng moved the envelope towards himself and said calmly, "It is better to resolve a feud than to create one. I will call Sister Ya now."
In front of Zhong Yang and Ding Zi, Fang Zhicheng called Zhao Qingya. Zhao Qingya heard the intention and asked in confusion: "You are too easy to bully. Just because someone apologizes to you, you just think nothing happened?"
Fang Zhicheng turned around and said implicitly: "More than an apology..."
Zhao Qingya was silent for a moment, then reacted and asked, "How much?"
Fang Zhicheng covered the phone and whispered, "I haven't had the nerve to look yet, I estimate there are tens of thousands."
"I'll take seven and you take three." Zhao Qingya suggested.
Fang Zhicheng was slightly startled, realizing that Zhao Qingya was teasing him on purpose. How could she, a wealthy woman, care about such a small amount of money? However, he still bargained, "Fifty-fifty?"