The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the quiet place is obtained in the midst of the noise.

It is hard to see leisurely strolling in the bustling metropolis, and everyone walking on the street is in a hurry.

It is a rare old alley. The road is spacious and three cars are parallel. The courtyard houses and renovated stores on both sides are crowded. The vendors make the alley crowded. When driving a car, you must first see if there are any cars on the opposite side. Those who often come here will give in. Otherwise, the difficulty of getting a wrong car here is no less than the congestion in the morning and evening rush hour.

The house has a very ordinary small door, very ordinary small home-cooked fried food, there are no customers in the house, and the windows are bright and bright, with a small private room made of two wooden boards, which is not soundproof.

Zhang Shidong has been here. When he first arrived at the Magic City, he had visited the old alleys that were preserved in a few complete old-fashioned alleys. The car stopped at the entrance of the alley and took Cao Peter, Jiang Yongnian, two big bosses with a net worth of over 10 billion, to the door of this small restaurant amid the hawking of small vendors and the chatting of old neighbors in the alley.

If there was a reporter in the financial section here at this moment, it would definitely be more surprised than those gossip entertainment reporters who saw Andy Lau on a certain street. How could these two people come here? Could it be that there would be an explosive news in this small alley and a strong cooperation with a strong alliance?

In the partition private room near the window, a gentle and bookish middle-aged man sat upright. He had no unnecessary feeling on his face. It seemed that it was wrong for him not to wear glasses. A young man sat at the door, obviously he had seen photos of Zhang Shidong and others. He immediately stood up when he saw them walking in: "Several people, please come here."

Release the curtain and let these three noble guests step into the inconspicuous small restaurant. As the secretary, he has a realization that it doesn’t matter what he eats. Who is important to eat with, and the identity of the guests on the table will raise the level of the hotel.

"Mayor Meng?" Jiang Yongnian and Peter Cao were not easily surprised, but when they saw the person who was guessing was really sitting in front of them, they were surprised for a few seconds, and finally Zhang Shidong sat down casually. The two of them became relieved and returned to their normal state. On the way they came, they guessed that it might be him, and they would still be surprised when they actually saw him.

Meng Jingmin, forty-four years old, is the deputy mayor of the Standing Committee of the Magic City. The Standing Committee is second to the last, and is only slightly more experienced than the Secretary-General who has just taken over his post. He is the youngest Standing Committee member of the Magic City. He is a model of rejuvenating the national call for provincial and ministerial leadership teams to become younger. He is a young cadre focused on the Magic City faction and a young cadre that is above.

"Everyone sit down." Seeing the guests coming, Meng Jingmin stood up and picked up the very ordinary large porcelain teapot on the table. He poured tea for the three of them into the porcelain cup of an ordinary hotel: "Try this tea, and you will clear your heart and lungs."

Peter Cao was very uncomfortable with the bitter tea, but Jiang Yongnian was very used to drinking tea all year round. He could drink it once he drank it. This was grown by his own home.

Zhang Shidong pillowed his hands behind his head, crossed his legs. He raised his stool back, supported his hind legs with his front legs, and watched the restaurant owner serve the dishes on the table. First, two were cold and cold, two were stir-fried, and one was very ordinary green vegetable and tofu soup.

"Drink some wine?" Meng Jingmin took a bottle similar to medicinal wine on the chair next to him and compared it to the three of them.

Although Jiang Yongnian and Peter Cao were both super rich and had contact with high-ranking officials on weekdays, they still had a little restraint in front of the giants in the Demon City, at least they could not take out their usual state. When they heard Meng Jingmin's words, they looked at Zhang Shidong, looking forward to the protagonist's words today.

"Forget it, I'm prone to killing people after drinking, just eat a little bit of rice." Zhang Shidong saw the rice coming up, and was not polite. He took it over and feasted. Meng Jingmin and the other two also picked up the rice bowls and ate it. The delicious fried fried rice had a fresh flavor, no big oil, no big meat, no strong chicken essence. Everyone presents who are used to eating big fish and big meat on weekdays. Occasionally, there is no need to socialize or drink. When eating simply, they all lowered their heads and didn't speak. Soon, in less than five minutes, they put down their bowls and chopsticks, drank tea, and lit a cigarette, and the key point is coming.

"Mr. Jiang has been very good recently, and my ears are callous." When Meng Jingmin said this, Meng Lei opened the curtain and walked in. He looked at the bowls and chopsticks placed on the table and waved to the outside. He made a bowl of rice. He didn't dislike the leftovers on the table, and lowered his head and started eating with big mouthfuls.

Jiang Yongnian and Peter Cao have seen many old fried dough sticks of the younger generation. Today, Meng Lei's performance is amazing. At his age, he is not even in the best ranks. Especially when he was in the club, the remarks of 20% of the shares of the hob are classic. I can't beat you, but I will not retreat. If all 20% of the money is exchanged for money, it will be enough for people to drink, especially after he has no moral line, it is really not a threat but a coercion.

Jiang Yongnian pushed the tea in front of Meng Lei and replied with a smile to Meng Jingmin's words: "Fortunately, it's all about picking up people's wisdom. I don't care much about it now, I'll leave it to my daughter."

Peter Cao said, "I think you, Lao Jiang, might as well give the company directly to Dong Shao. Anyway, it will belong to him sooner or later."

Meng Jingmin smiled, and saw his son wiped his mouth and drank a sip of tea after eating, and handed over the cigarette on the table: "If you have any complaints, just say it here."

The implication is that if you leave this, you can't say a single sentence.

Meng Lei was not afraid of being here because he was here. After lighting a cigarette, he burped, took a deep breath of smoke, and said lightly: "I can't beat him, how can I do it? I have to wait at least ten years to take revenge. Ten years later, this guy is even more evil. I guess I am not an opponent. If he is still my teacher in twenty years, there will be no resentment."

Jiang Yongnian and Peter Cao applauded at the same time. A piece of jade that was about to be removed. Meng Jingmin had been raising his son in his own way for more than ten years, and only one last time was the last one. Meng Jingmin hesitated for more than a year because of this knife, and never found a suitable opportunity and the best way. Zhang Shidong's appearance kicked off a thin layer of patina on Meng Lei's body, allowing him to shine with all his own brilliance.

Zhang Shidong stretched out his legs and kicked Meng Lei's chair. The boy held the cigarette in his arms and half of his butt fell to the ground. He didn't care. He continued to hold the cigarette in his mouth, dusted the dust on his butt and sat down again. He asked Zhang Shidong with shameless face: "That thing..."

Rubbing his hands and gestured at the three-edged sword that Zhang Shidong threw to Mi Nuonuo. The meaning was obvious. No man doesn’t like swords, especially those born in the 1980s and 1990s who grew up watching martial arts novels and science fiction novels. Who doesn’t want to have a sharp sword for a magic weapon? Even if you can’t use it for the rest of your life, it will be nice to put it on.

Zhang Shidong flipped his hand in his pocket, and a butterfly knife jumped into his hand and threw it to Meng Lei: "Take it for yourself, be careful not to mark it to yourself."

Meng Lei naturally recognized this thing. He used to play with it when he was a child. After taking it, he threw it in his hand and gestured twice.

Zhang Shidong patted the back of his head and reached out to grab the butterfly knife back: "Don't embarrass you for two tricks, I'm so angry, look." The butterfly knife came into his hand and completely changed. The cold blade suddenly became bright. He threw a convenient chopstick into the air while flying up and down. He saw the butterfly knife flying with a gorgeous technique. The chopsticks kept bounced upwards in the air, and a trace of wood chips flew down.

For a full minute, the chopsticks kept bounced upwards under the tactile butterfly knife, and the wood chips fell into powder. After a minute, the butterfly knife was put away and the chopsticks fell on the table. Meng Lei put away the butterfly knife, leaned over and looked at the chopsticks on the table, and looked at the chopsticks made of wood with a row of small characters on it. Not only Meng Lei was interested, but Meng Jingmin and the other two also came over and thought that this was really an art, just like bartending, playing with lighters, etc., and playing to the extreme can also be called art.

"I'm leaving, I have to go out tonight. Lao Meng, I have to go out to exercise my hands and feet. If I don't move, my feet will be numb." Zhang Shidong stood up and didn't say a serious word to Meng Jingmin since he came in. At least he had a chat. It made people wonder if he was invited to have a meal? Isn't there a lot of things to talk about?

Zhang Shidong turned back as if he remembered something: "I'll make a film with 500 million yuan as the base, will you participate in the Magic City Government?"

The question here was abrupt, and the reply was domineering: "You can talk to Xing Wen about this matter directly."

Five hundred million, I don’t have time to talk to you. Don’t you just want to help Xing Wen? Go and find him by yourself.

Zhang Shidong shook his head and pursed his mouth: "Old Meng, Lao Meng, didn't you slap your wife in the face? Looking at your petite look, I found that you all the intellectuals are depressed, one of them counts, forget it, I can't get along with you, so I'd better stay away."

When Meng Jingmin was speechless, Jiang Yongnian and Cao Peter were stunned, Zhang Shidong was wandering his eight-character steps, leaving the small restaurant with his fill and drinking. The moment he walked out, the ease on his face disappeared. He endured so long and pretended for so long, and some people really didn't hurt you to show off your face.

Meng Lei watched Zhang Shidong buy a bunch of ice cream and walk out with his mouth: "Dad, this doesn't look like you."

It’s not like you, who is so tolerant, the teacher is indeed a bit too much today.

Meng Jingmin stood up and shook hands with Jiang Yongnian and Peter Cao, and invited them to sit in the office for a while. Then, without any hesitation, they said to Meng Lei when they ran away together: "Wen can bring up his pen to peace of mind..."

Jiang Yongnian murmured: "Martial arts can set the world on horseback."

In this country, literati govern the country and military men protect the country.

He is qualified to be included in that rank.
Chapter completed!