The lover of the first, twenty tons of gold

Mo Chou crawled on Li Guo to take a nap, and Li Guo's mind was circling with various information about Zhigongtang. Sun Yat-sen and Situ Meitang, who stood beside the chairman at the founding ceremony. These information all vaguely revealed one thing, that is, the current development of the Hongmen is really more dynamic than the Qing Gang. The biggest difference between the two is that the Hongmen is visible outside, while the Qing Gang is hidden in the city.

Of course, Li Guo never cared about this. His learning during this period was about how to expand the Qinggang business to the outside world, increase the audience of the Qinggang, and transform a former patriotic organization from a gang to a group-style family business. Although this task was arduous, Li Guo thought about it carefully and seemed that it did not exceed his ability.

Soon, a few cars took Li Guo to the front of an antique old house. The big white jade lion at the door was still majestic and majestic, although the traces were mottled. Unlike the modern office buildings of the Qing Gang, it seemed more traditional. The Spring Festival couplets at the door were brand new and new, and it was obvious that they had just been posted on them. There was a faint sense of being walked back and forth in the vermilion gate with rivets. The whole building was poked there and felt a sense of self-anger.

"We can only send it here." The man who was slapped by Toriko-jin with a brick pushed open the door that was hidden: "The master is waiting for you inside."

Li Guo shrugged without any sense of stage fright. He held Mo Chou's hand and walked in slowly.

After entering, he found that there was a unique world in the house, with birds singing and flowers scenting. Several thick, black osmanthus trees poked into the yard. A layer of ice was formed in the large tank where fish was originally raised. Two empty bird cages were hung under the eaves, and a shiny black Jingba squatted on the porch and stared at Li Guo with his idiot eyes.

"Come on..." Li Guo squatted down and teased the Jingba with the key: "Come on Uncle..."

"My husband... stop making trouble." Mochou pushed Li Guo: "It's important to do a serious business, Mochou still wants to see how much they spend to buy Mochou."

Li Guo was stunned and shook her fingers: "My dad must know that we must use the toilet to poke me."

"Well, Mochou will never tell his father-in-law!" Mochou's eyes flashed with a firm light like a revolutionary.

But Li Guo's face collapsed suddenly: "You can't say it, but Tooko... Forget it, young people are so crazy!"

"What a young man who is so crazy." A man with gray hair and wearing a jacket came out of the room, holding a purple clay pot in his hand: "Are you Li Guo?"

"That's right, good afternoon." Li Guo took Mo Chou forward: "This is my fiancée, Mo Chou."

"Good name." The gray-haired nodded: "Come in the house."

As he said that, he turned around and walked into the room, while Li Guo followed closely with Mo Chou.

As soon as he walked in, Li Guo found that True Love Brother was standing next to him. After seeing Li Guo, he looked cold and gritted his teeth, and was willing to dry Li Guo off...

"Sit as you like." The white-haired hair pointed to the rattan chair with thick cushions: "The osmanthus flowers in the osmanthus tea grow by oneself."

Li Guo sat down with Mo Chou peacefully, picked up the osmanthus tea made by the nanny, tasted it lightly, and nodded: "The fragrance is fragrant, but it is too strong, so it tastes like a tea."

“Good taste.”

Just kidding, whose family came from Li Guo? Grandpa Guo is a tea-tasting expert. His exquisiteness is simply outrageous. What kind of green tea should be planted on a mountainside with cloudy clouds. When picking, it must be dew. It must be pointed and not leaves. Flower tea should be paid attention to how many petals of flowers are in a cup of tea. The flowers should also pay attention to when the weather is blooming, whether it is dried or dried in the clouds. It is necessary to know whether the flower grows in the upper or lower vent.

Just this is only a small part. Li Guo couldn't remember the thickness of the other tea cups, the thickness of porcelain or sand, and the oxygen content of water at a certain degree. Just by hearing and watching, he had to say that drinking 16 yuan per pound of tea is no different from Longjing before the rain. Grandpa Guo wanted to dream.

"You probably belong to the Qing Gang uncle, right?" Grey hair wore a pair of reading glasses: "Young and promising."

Li Guo smiled and shook her head: "It's considered self-taught. If you really want to say who you are, you can only be a book."

Li Guo also had a pun, after all, he only had one master... Uncle Shuhun, this is not a lie.

"Good. My name is Zhu Fulin. The current master of Zhigong Hall." As he said that, he pointed to the true love brother who stood beside him, who didn't dare to say anything: "His name is Zhu Zhaokun, my son."

Li Guo nodded: "I met you." After saying that, Li Guo looked at the true love brother: "You have a pretty good father."

After hearing Li Guo say this, Lao Zhu clapped his hands twice, and then looked at Xiao Zhu: "How have you ever played with me? You are a ignorant person."

"I..." The true love brother opened his mouth: "I am...I am..."

But he "yes" for a long time, and finally he didn't even let go of a fart.

"Do you have any wishes?" Lao Zhu's expression was very sincere, but there was a kind of joking deep in his eyes that was difficult to express.

It was this little joke that was keenly captured by the careful Li Guo. He smiled disappointedly: "World Peace."

Old Zhu and Xiao Zhu were stunned at the same time, while Mo Chou sneered his lips and laughed loudly.

Most people really can't learn Li Guo's ability to be in a cold moment. Even Lao Zhu, who has been through the battlefield for a long time, took at least ten seconds before he let Li Guo's wishes go out of his mind.

"Money, power, woman." Lao Zhu seemed a little impatient: "You always have something you like, I can satisfy you if you say it."

Li Guo thought about it and he didn't seem to have much money now. Quan, the new president of the Qing Gang seems to be quite powerful, women... Stop making trouble, it will be dead. Li Guo is wearing a makeup smell when she goes out now, and she will be a woman, she will be dead and not a life...

After thinking for a long time, he shrugged helplessly and turned his head to ask Mo Chou: "Where are you."

"It's Mochou's wish to get older soon." Mochou's face turned slightly red. I don't know if it was the heater in the room or shy: "The rest... my husband, Mochou wants his own computer."

Li Guo nodded and promised to buy it later. Then, he looked at Lao Zhu: "Look..."

Lao Zhu was also confused by the wishes of these two people. He had been playing on the road for so many years, but had never heard of such a bizarre wish, nor had he seen a young man like Li Guo who could still make jokes in front of him.

So, he went straight to the point: "My son likes your fiancée very much. I hope you can break the engagement. He is not young, and I am older. He always wants to hold his grandson quickly."

Li Guo was about to speak, but was stopped by Mo Chou. Mo Chou smiled and said, "Then what can you give?"

Lao Zhu and Xiao Zhu's eyes lit up at the same time, probably because he thought Mo Chou could finally resist the temptation and was shaken. So Lao Zhu looked at Li Guo even more jokingly: "What about 10 billion? This can already allow you to do whatever you want anywhere in the world."

"Renminbi?" Li Guo blinked: "Or Euro?"

"Unit dollar." Old Zhu smiled, his smile brightly: "Or equivalent to gold."

Li Guo took out his copycat cell phone: "Wait, I'll do it."

"Wow... twenty tons of gold." After Li Guo finished counting, he couldn't help but sigh: "Mochou... Based on your 100 kilograms, you can use these gold to make... four hundred you!"

Mo Choumeng looked at Li Guo with grievance: "Mo Chou only has eighty-three kilograms..."

As he said that, Li Guo stood up and thanked Lao Zhu: "It's not you, I really don't know how important Mochou is. Twenty tons of gold... I think I shouldn't be able to buy Mochou's."

"Thank you for your hospitality. We should meet at the New Year party." Li Guo said goodbye to Da Zhu and Xiao Zhu as he walked: "I'm very happy to know you."

After the New Year, the Hongmen Qing Gang will have a large-scale party. This is what the Touzi Jing said, and it will be once a year. However, it is not so much a party, but rather a intrigue competition. In this kind of occasion... Li Guo, as the president, will never get rid of it.

After walking out of the room, Li Guo pinched Mo Chou's face: "Baby, you know how much you are worth now."

"No, no!" Mo Chou shook his fingers: "It's just a little bit."

Li Guo laughed: "Let's go, let's go find birds and the others."

As Li Guo and Mo Chou talked and laughed farther and farther away, Lao Zhu looked at Xiao Zhu with a pale face: "Are you really sure he is just a little white-faced? His demeanor doesn't look like a little white-faced."

"I...I don't know, but he depends on women." As the True Love Brother spoke, he suddenly acted coquettishly: "Dad...I really like that girl."

"I know, I know." Old Zhu looked at Xiao Zhu with a pampered look: "Dadfast will find a way for you."

"Wouldn't it be good to kill him directly?" Xiao Zhu seemed a little guilty when he spoke. He had seen Li Guo go Zhanlu, but he did not tell Lao Zhu about this key point: "He hates it so much."

"You said so simply that he is from the Qing Gang." Lao Zhu took a sip of strong tea: "You should know the purpose of our return this time."

"Swallow the Qing Gang." Xiao Zhu drooped his ears: "I understand, daddy..."

Old Zhu was holding two walnuts in his hand, staring at Li Guo’s leaflet on his coffee table at some point, and his eyes narrowed like a dozing lion.
Chapter completed!