"Hey, Lao Yue, can you say that the Guan family's old hen soup tastes better than that made by your chef?"
A sip of chicken soup with the right temperature is enough to evoke all the warmth in winter,
Although it is already spring, the chill of the night is not over, and it is suitable for a bowl of steaming soup on the dining table.
Naturally, this is not a benefit that ordinary people can enjoy. If ordinary people have vegetables and meat, they can be called rich.
Hearing Ling Shu's question, Yue Dingtang twitched the corners of his mouth.
"No, it's ten times sweeter and ten times more fragrant than this bowl of soup in your hand. You can smell it when you stand by the Huangpu River."
Ling Shu laughed: "When I hear your answer, it seems perfunctory! This is not the emperor's speculation with a golden pole. After all, your old man wants me to accompany you on the train for days and nights from this warm Shanghai thousands of miles away. After going to Fengtian to see the faces of the Japanese, you have to give me some encouragement, do you think this is the reason?"
Yue Dingtang couldn't help him.
"Why, gold leaves and silver leaves aren't enough to inspire you? Then you don't believe me when I say gold and silver mountains."
Ling Shu scratched the tip of his nose: "Jinshan Yinshan, I don't count on it anymore. The few yellow croakers I brought in from the underground warehouse of Yuan Mansion last time were gone before they were warmed up. I am weak and helpless. I don’t dare to go and ask for it back, I just hope that this time there will be gold leaves and silver leaves, so let me keep some for myself.”
Yue Ding Tang seemed to be smiling, but Ling Shu was still thinking about those yellow croakers.
"I didn't tell you last time that the yellow croaker helped you to clear up the relationship, otherwise you could be transferred from the district to the city so quickly?"
For this sentence, Ling Shu did not believe it a hundred times.
With Yue Dingtang's ability, it was only a matter of words to transfer Ling Shu to the city bureau. Those little yellow croakers would be the icing on the cake at best.
Besides, he really couldn't bear those little yellow croakers.
Every time I think about it, I feel sad. I just feel that the surnamed Yue has taken advantage of it, and even the poor inventory of the working people is deprived.
but-
Ling Shu still raised the corner of his mouth and cupped his hands.
"Thank you for your kindness and great virtue, Chief Yue. I can't repay it as a cow or a horse in my life."
So just don't report it, your grandma's!
I will leave tomorrow, and this trip is fast enough. After dinner, Ling Shu proposed to go home and pack up first, so as to let her sister and brother-in-law know, so as not to come back after ten days and a half months, it will only provoke the family. Worry.
Yue Ding Tang was about to go upstairs to read a book, when he heard the words, he asked the driver to take him back.
The weather was abnormal for the first two days, and it turned warm and suddenly cold. Suddenly, a spring rain fell. It was not small, even with mud and water. The road near Ling's house was slippery and muddy. Ling Shu asked the driver to stop, and he walked back immediately. Can.
It was cold and slippery, and he couldn't help but tighten his collar.
In front of it is the alley of Ling's family, and it takes only a few steps to turn in.
Lights shone from behind, with the friction between the wheels and the road.
Ling Shu thought it was the Yue family's car, and subconsciously turned around.
The headlights were dazzlingly bright, and he had to raise his hands to cover his eyes for a while before he could see the license plate number.
Very unfamiliar license plate number.
The car stopped slowly, but the lights did not turn off.
The light facing Ling Shu was enough for the people in the car to see him clearly, but it couldn't let Ling Shu see the situation on the other side of the car.
This is a very rude behavior, but some people rely on their own status and do not assume such details for others, but take it for granted.
After a while, someone walked out of the car.
Satin gown, short-haired leather shoes, very particular.
But it doesn't matter at first glance.
Ling Shu stood still.
He didn't want to bring trouble into the house.
The middle-aged man came over.
"Is it Ling Shu, Mr. Ling?"
Ling Shu nodded: "Yes, I am."
The middle-aged man raised his hand.
"My husband would like to ask Mr. Ling to come over and say a few words, and also ask Mr. Ling to move."
Courtesy, but no wiggle room.
Ling Shu laughed when he heard it.
"With your posture, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as saying a few words in the past, but also visiting your door?"
The middle-aged man is silent, with an attitude of acquiescence but you must obey.
"I'm sorry, I'm rushing back for supper. I'm afraid I won't have time to see your husband. If he wants to see me, please come to the city police station tomorrow to find me. Oh, by the way, don't forget to post an appointment!"
After Ling Shu hangs up, he turned around and was about to leave. The middle-aged man took a few steps forward, put his hands horizontally, and stopped in front of him.
"Mr. Ling, our husband doesn't like someone who goes against him."
Ling Shu smiled: "I'm sorry, I don't like being forced by others either."
He wanted to take a detour, but the other party was no longer polite, and directly reached out and dragged his arm!
The shot is like electricity, and the tiger is full of wind.
This is the stance of Lianjiazi, and it is also an inevitable stance.
The middle-aged man thought that if he went out with one hand, he was sure of everything, and it was no problem to hold a little white face.
Who would have thought that Ling Shu not only resisted, but also resisted in a good way. He dodged, grabbed the middle-aged man's arm with his backhand, and directly pushed him to the point where he staggered several steps back!
Seeing that the situation was not good, the people in the car grabbed a gun and came out, loaded the bullets, and raised their wrists to point in the direction of Ling Shu.
The next second, the gunman was stunned.
Ling Shu crossed the middle-aged man's neck with one arm, and grabbed his arm with one hand and twisted it back, in a posture that could kill anyone with force at any time, letting him stand in front of him.
The expression on his face is still indifferent, his eyebrows and eyes are bent into the softness of peach blossom spring water.
"You can shoot, as long as you don't care about the life of your comrade. And let me remind you, once you shoot, with the distance between us, I can put you down before you run out of bullets, in Before I die, drag your husband out, even if it is different, at least both will suffer. If you don't care about your own life and the safety of your master, you can give it a try."
The gunman had never encountered such a tricky and embarrassing scene. He didn't know what to do for a while, and turned his head to look into the car subconsciously.
One more person came down.
He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he was not old. He was somewhere between a middle-aged man and a young man. His face was a little blurry because of the headlights of the car.
But Ling Shu knew that this person was the one who could truly speak and act.
"Mr. Ling is really brave and knowledgeable."
He praised, but there was no sincerity in his tone.
Even if Ling Shu responded in a timely manner and avoided being held hostage, this person's attitude did not change much.
It seems to him that his subordinates and Ling Shu are all little people whose fate can be decided at any time.
Ling Shu did not speak.
He was waiting for the other person to continue speaking.
The man waited for a while. Seeing that Ling Shu was not in a hurry and did not intend to let go, he was a little annoyed and finally spoke first.
"I'm Zhen Shulan."
Ling Shu, who was on the opposite side, still didn't respond.
Zhen Shulan couldn't help but aggravate his tone.
"Zhen Congyun, it's my little sister."
Ling Shu finally raised an eyebrow.
"It turned out to be Miss Zhen's brother, what is your purpose?"
Zhen Shulan: "I have something to ask you about my sister."
Ling Shu: "Sorry, I'm not familiar with Miss Zhen, you may have found the wrong person."
Since the last time he was hospitalized and Zhen Congyun came to visit once, the two have never seen each other again.
Zhen Congyun declared to reporters outside his ward that she liked Ling Shu very much, and every other day, magazines of all sizes used this as a gimmick to publicize that Miss Zhen had a crush on a little-known poor boy, and she might get married, but within two days. After that, all these reports disappeared, as if they had never appeared. Ling Shu knew at that time that the Zhen family must have pressed these reports.
After that, Ling Shu didn't hear any news related to Miss Zhen, and Miss Zhen, who was acting flamboyantly, seemed to suddenly keep a low profile.
"I didn't find the wrong person. This is not the place to talk. Come with me and I'll tell you in detail."
Even if he deliberately maintains basic courtesy, he can still hear a bit stiff.
Ling Shu was a little funny.
Now it is Zhen Shulan who is begging him, but he puts on a domineering tone.
"Mr. Zhen, I only have a few encounters with Miss Zhen, Lingmei is the temper of Miss Qianjin, no matter what she says to the outside world, how credible she is, you must know better than me, why bother a little guy like me Woolen cloth?"
Zhen Shulan said solemnly: "If you are worried, you can go to your house to talk, I will leave after a few words, and I will never stop or harass your family."
Ling Shu: "As soon as Mr. Zhen's people came up, they made extraordinary moves, and even pointed a gun at me. Such daring and ruthless courage can't really reassure me. My family members are ordinary citizens who are responsible. If you want to I can't stop it, can I?"
Zhen Shulan took a deep breath and suppressed her anger.
"Then what do you want?"
Ling Shu: "Let's talk here. There is no one around, so what can't be said?"
Zhen Shulan really wanted to kill this Ling Shu. No one had ever been so impolite. Even if the other party was a beautiful beauty, Zhen Shulan couldn't bear it, let alone Ling Shu.
He stared at him for a few seconds.
Ling Shu was indifferent, and smiled at him.
Zhen Shulan had to signal his subordinates to put away the gun and take the first few steps in person.
"Something happened to my little sister. I can only come over and ask Mr. Ling for advice. I've been rude just now. I hope you forgive me."
He paused and lowered his voice again.
"She disappeared."
"Um?"
Ling Shu had probably guessed that the matter was so serious that Zhen Shulan went out to find clues in a rage, and it was also related to Zhen Congyun, so it was either life or death, or his whereabouts were unknown.
Zhen Shulan: "The day before yesterday, after she came out of the department store, she didn't go home. We couldn't find anyone at night, so we found out that she was missing."
Ling Shu: "Did Miss Zhen leave any clues?"
"No." Zhen Shulan's face was pale, "This matter has to be discussed in the long run. I know that she and you are old acquaintances, so I came here to ask if there are any clues. I also know that you solved the Yuan family's case before. I have a job and a little reputation, if you are willing to cooperate, I can also pay a generous remuneration, I hope you can find her as soon as possible, so as to avoid her accident."
Speaking of money, Zhen Shulan's waist straightened again, and her tone returned to her previous arrogance.
Because he felt that Ling Shu would definitely agree.
"wrong."
Ling Shu looked at him for a few seconds and shook his head.
"Miss Zhen is not missing at all, she ran away from home, right?"
Zhen Shulan's face suddenly became difficult to look at.
At that moment, Ling Shu felt that as soon as he raised his hand, he would let the gunman shoot at him.