"What's going on?" He Lei's loud voice was truly earth-shattering.
"Brother Lei, the lunch is ready!"
"Okay! Got it!" He scolded the men who walked away from the report. He Lei immediately changed his face and looked at Liu Fugui in the chief position with a smile: "Mr. Liu..."
"Yes," Liu Fugui responded softly, then stood up and greeted: "Okay! Everyone, we have finished talking about official matters. I think this trip will be quite difficult for you. I, Liu, will prepare a small amount of wine to welcome you. It’s done.”
"Okay, okay, okay!" Wang Qiang had long been bored to the point of feeling uncomfortable. After hearing this, he immediately jumped to his feet after hearing this.
In response, Liu Fugui just smiled and then led everyone out of the VIP room.
The dining area is at the end of the third floor. Along the way, Tang Xiaoquan paid special attention to the signboards of the houses on both sides of this passage.
He found that none of them were used for offices, and most of them were leisure places such as entertainment rooms and fitness rooms. He even saw a plaque with a "sauna room" hanging on it, which made him wonder if he had come to a certain place. A high-end private club.
At the end, after pushing open the wooden door of the restaurant, the survivors couldn't help but take a breath of cold air as soon as they entered the house.
The golden Mediterranean ceiling design, gold foil wall decoration, and precious oil paintings that make people unable to understand the artistic conception all show the luxurious style and make people feel like they are in the mysterious aristocracy of ancient Egypt.
"Oh my God! This is so... nonsense!" I thought I was just eating in the staff cafeteria, but who would have thought that I would be in such a high-end place. For a moment, Wang Qiang's mouth felt like it was anesthetized. Frozen there.
"There is a washing place here. You can go in and wash yourself." Liu Fugui pointed to a carved wooden door beside him.
Out of etiquette, the survivors went in one by one and washed their faces and hands.
It’s over, let’s gather at the dinner table.
"Okay, Herre, let the kitchen serve the food!"
"Yes, Mr. Liu." He Lei snapped his fingers and shouted: "Serve!"
Seeing the other party's behavior, Tang Xiaoquan asked politely: "Mr. Liu, won't Yunpeng eat together?"
With a trace of despair flashing in his eyes, Liu Fugui shook his head slightly: "Don't worry about him, this meal is mainly prepared for you."
Although it was just a glance, the fading color on Liu Fugui's face still did not escape Tang Xiaoquan's alert gaze.
Alas, every family has its own problems. It seems that no matter how successful Liu Fugui is in his career, his son will always be useless.
Tang Xiaoquan, who sighed secretly in his heart, did not continue to ask, but at the same time, rapid footsteps came from outside the closed wooden door.
The exciting moment finally arrived. Wang Qiang stared at the waiter who came in through the wooden door.
Wow, it’s a big basin. What kind of dish can it be?
His eyes were full of expectation and desire, and thanks to the waiter's concentration dog, he was on the vegetable basin in his hand. Otherwise, if he met Wang Qiang's passionate eyes, I believe he would be very, very pained. .
As soon as the vegetable basin was placed on the table, Wang Qiang could no longer take his eyes away.
Chicken stew! NM is actually chicken stew! Wang Qiang can no longer remember the last time he took advantage of this meaty smell, but all this is no longer important. He has only one thought now, and that is to destroy it, eat it up, and chew it until it has no bones. Leftover.
Unlike Wang Qiang who was "hungry", the remaining survivors seemed quite calm.
Especially Tang Xiaoquan, his attention was no longer on the dishes. Instead, he was thinking, is there a live poultry breeding place in Liu Fugui?
The remaining dishes were brought to the table one after another, and the look of surprise on Wang Qiang's face became more and more exaggerated.
The survivors could not imagine that in such a cruel apocalyptic catastrophe, there could be people living such sophisticated lives.
The dishes in front of you, no matter how big or small, are all served on exquisite plates. Although most of the dishes are made from canned food, judging from the appearance, they are definitely no less than a feast eaten in a restaurant.
"These are all made by my full-time chef, who is good at southern cuisine. I don't know whether they suit your tastes or not."
"Mr. Liu, the dishes are all here!" The waiter bowed slightly.
Hearing this, He Lei frowned and waved his hand, then stood up and poured Liu Fugui a glass of red wine.
"Everyone, that's all the food. What would you like to drink? Red wine? White wine? Or beer?"
"No, Mr. Liu, we are all too drunk. Just drink some tea." Considering that he was in a different place, Xu Renjie politely declined Liu Fugui's kindness.
In this regard, Liu Fugui did not force it. He raised the wine glass in his hand and said with a smile: "Thank you for sending my son to me safe and sound. I also hope that our future cooperation will be smooth. Come on, I respect you all!"
"Okay! Mr. Liu! Then we will use water instead of wine. Thank you for your kindness!"
After saying this, everyone exchanged cups and drank the wine in their hands.
At the same time, the waiter also began to portion the chicken soup onto plates.
Watching the plate containing the largest piece of chicken leg being brought to Liu Fugui, Wang Qiang's heart felt as if someone had cut it, and it was bleeding continuously.
Waiting patiently for the waiter to finish the preparatory work, Wang Qiang really had the urge to grab the knife and do it himself.
During the dinner, Liu Fugui had a long chat with the survivors.
However, for a soldier like Lao Xu who was born in the army, this meal was not very comfortable for him.
Although the table full of food was extremely tempting, the hypocritical remarks about "businessmen pursuing profit" in Liu Fugui's mouth really made him sick.
After lunch, Liu Fugui arranged for his servants to take Wang Qiang and others back to their rooms to rest, while he himself excused himself and left in advance.
The resting place is also on the third floor. This room is similar to a 4-person dormitory in college. The difference is that it is fully equipped with TV, air conditioning, and bathroom. It is a pity that in the current lack of electricity, these gadgets and scrap iron No two.
Wang Qiang didn't care, he quickly took off his clothes, then plunged into the bathroom, and wrote in his words. Anyway, the hot water here is free, and it would be a waste if you don't have a smooth bath.
The remaining four people, Hu, Wei, Xu, and Tang, gathered in the bedroom. Lao Xu took out his watch and looked at the time on his wrist: "It's almost time to contact Lao Zhao and the others."
At that moment, Wang Xinquan nodded, then reached out and took out the wristband from his waist, and winked at Lao Xu: "I'll do it!"
The latter understood. He knew that the other party was reminding that walls have ears, but he didn't say anything more.
Zizzizi, soon, the unique noise frequency of the toilet station came out. Tang Xiaoquan spoke quickly and went straight to the topic: "Old Zhao, we have successfully completed the escort mission. We are currently in the factory. We are expected to return tomorrow. Over!"
Zhao Yunhai was slightly taken aback by the concise and concise sentence, but he quickly replied: "Roger it! It's over!"
After he stopped talking, Zhao Yunhai's first reaction was that something had happened. Why did he return so quickly?
Going back tomorrow? This was in line with the plan everyone had discussed. Lao Liu's first reaction was that something had happened. (To be continued.)
