"I can't afford it, I can't afford it. The starting price for a dance hall is 80,000 yuan. Is it still in a pig cage? The fucking urine jar is rimmed with gold?!"
At table 15, Fatty listened to Priscilla Zhang's quotation and really wanted to go on stage and sip her perfume.
There are too many uncertain factors in running a song and dance hall, such as drinks, bartenders, environmental facilities, and whether there are smoke bricks and flour to match, each of which is closely related to the income of the song and dance hall.
Unlike opium dens, gambling dens, and prostitutes, the customers it faces are fixed. As long as it is open, 100% of the customers will be repeat customers.
The pig cages are full of poor people. How many poor people can afford to go to dance halls every day? If you pay 80,000 yuan for the right to operate a business, in which life will you get your money back?
Brother Ma didn't say anything, obviously agreeing with Fatty's views.
But the song and dance hall is the easiest thing to harbor evil and evil. Once it wanders outside and lets other big forces squeeze into the pig cage, it will be more troublesome than a dozen gambling houses and prostitutes!
What is now placed in front of Brother Ma and Fatty is a worthless piece of food, tasteless to eat, and a pity to discard.
"It seems that Lu Hua invited us here just to show off to the pig cage."
Brother Ma knocked his fingers on the table unconsciously and his eyes drifted towards Jiang Jiahao. Jiang Jiahao frowned deeply and really wanted to scold his mother.
"Can you not see Mu Wanrou sitting next to me and let me participate in every situation? I don't open a bank!"
Jiang Jiahao could only complain about this in his heart. Jiang Jiahao was hesitant, but he saw Mu Wanrou opened her small leather bag, took out her wallet, and pulled out a check and pushed it over.
She didn't say a word, as if the zeros on the check were just insignificant numbers.
Jiang Jiahao lit up a cigar, and at the last moment when Zhang Huixian was about to hit the hammer on the stage, he raised his hand: "Eighty thousand."
When the price was 80,000 yuan, Mu Hongfei at table No. 1 frowned slightly and looked over. His eyes met with Mu Wanrou's, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his face.
Lu Hua smiled and said: "The female university is not in the middle. It seems that Miss Mu, whom everyone has been thinking about, has already joined her. Her elbows have begun to turn outward."
"Just ordinary friends, Detective Lu Hua misunderstood."
Mu Hongfei's face turned a little colder, and he raised his fingers at Asang who was behind him. Asang immediately came to stand behind Mu Wanrou and whispered in her ear.
There was a little more anger on Mu Wanrou's face, and she shook her head at her father, Mu Hongfei, from the air. When Mu Hongfei saw this, the helplessness on his face became a little more intense.
"Eighty thousand yuan once, eighty thousand yuan twice ~ one hundred thousand!"
The auction was still going on, and a sudden offer of 100,000 yuan attracted most people's attention.
Jiang Jiahao looked at the middle-aged man at table 100, whom he had never seen before, with a little doubt.
From table number 15 onwards, there are tables from various major societies. The further back in the rankings, the more unknown little ones join the crowd.
The person at table 100 almost didn't even get a seat, and was even more of a loser in the fight.
Spending 100,000 yuan to rob a dance hall and risking offending all the forces in the pig cage, what's the point?
For a while, some bosses were ready to watch the show, guessing that this time Zihuatan came to participate in the Wan Guohao exchange meeting, and there was going to be a big embarrassment.
"Brother Ma, do you know him?"
Jiang Jiahao looked at Brother Ma, who shook his head, and then looked at Fatty, who curled his lips.
"There are not even 10,000 or 8,000 large and small clubs in Xiangjiang. How can I possibly know them all if just two young losers dare to say that they belong to the club?"
"Anyone who dares to offend Zihuatan with 100,000 yuan shouldn't sit so far back. He should be someone from a powerful force who is deliberately causing trouble."
"I recognize him."
Mu Wanrou saw the figure at the end of the crowd and whispered into Jiang Jiahao's ear, causing Jiang Jiahao's expression to change.
This mysterious man belongs to Huang Yi and was involved in kidnapping Mu Wanrou. How brave is he to come to the Wan Guohao exchange meeting? Did Huang Yi come?
"A total of 18 people escaped from the refugee camp, five were electrocuted, four were killed by fishing boats, six were killed in Guangzhou Cave, Huang Yi escaped, and two people died on Lamma Island. Why is there another one?"
"Could it be said that the two dead men on the coast of Lamma Island were not Huang Yi's people? Does that mean that besides Huang Yi and this mysterious man, there is another person who has never appeared before?"
Brother Ma saw that Jiang Jiahao's face was extremely ugly and asked, "Do you know him?"
"Huang Yi's people were involved in kidnapping Mu Wanrou."
"Huang Yi, that Nanyang guy?"
Brother Ma frowned when he heard this and shook his head: "Don't scare the snake, he wants the song and dance hall, just give it to him and see what he wants to do?!"
Jiang Jiahao nodded. He understood what Brother Ma meant. Now that he knew the identity of the other party, he was destined to not survive.
The mysterious man bids for the song and dance hall. Success or failure does not matter to Zihuatan.
"One hundred thousand, two, one hundred thousand, three times. Congratulations to this buyer for bidding on the pig cage dance hall."
"The next auction item is a tea shop in Beisan Alley. The asking price is 30,000 yuan."
"Are you mistaken? A tea shop costs 30,000 yuan. You sell fairy water. After drinking it, you will become a fairy. You idiot!"
"Haha~ Who would take advantage of us if we buy the right to operate a tea shop for 30,000 yuan? What's going on with this year's Wan Guohao?"
"This idiot treats us like piglets? A tea shop costs 30,000 yuan? Damn it!"
At table No. 15, Fat Fat was so angry that he broke his chopsticks on the spot and slapped the table hard. He really wanted to press Zhang Huixian's head and make her blow the trumpet.
This fucking piece of shit Wan Guohao treats their pig cage society as piglets. This is too much!
Brother Da Ma’s face is ashen. When did the tea shop become a gray industry?
Jiang Jiahao blinked his eyes and looked around. Hearing the sarcasm, he felt something was wrong.
The Wan Guohao Exchange Club was a business started by Lu Hua and McDonald Xiong, so there was no reason to target the Zhulong family.
To put it bluntly, even if Lu Hua was really targeting the pig cage, there was no need to set up a tea shop to attract public attention and arouse the pig cage's anger.
Jiang Jiahao recalled the landscape of Beisan Lane. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember any tea shop there.
Take a gamble!
Seeing that the three hammers were about to fall and the tea shop was about to pass the auction, Jiang Jiahao raised his hand: "Thirty thousand."
Just when he said that he would spend 30,000 yuan to buy a tea shop without being taken advantage of, someone immediately raised his hand. It turned out to be someone from Zihuatan?
There were boos everywhere, and a lot of big shots thought that Jiang Jiahao's head was funny, or he just wanted to save face in front of Mu Wanrou, and he was really a fool.
At table No. 1, Lu Hua saw Jiang Jiahao taking pictures of the tea shop, his eyes showed a strange color, he looked at Mu Hongfei and said quietly.
"Lord Mu, you have always been neutral and that's why you have won the respect of all the major societies. Are you going to get your shoes wet by the river this time?"
"Inspector Lu Hua, are you suspecting that I leaked the news in advance?"
"Ha~ I, Mu Hongfei, have always been fair and impartial in my work. Don't say that I don't like this guy. Even if I do, I won't betray the information to him."
Yan Tong took over the conversation: "Mr. Mu, we naturally believe in your credibility, but your precious daughter, I'm afraid..."
"Inspector Yan, please pay attention to your words. My daughter is not aware of all Wan Guohao's arrangements. The most she can do is use some pocket money to support that brat."
"Why, Detective Yan can't trust my daughter, and he can't trust me, Mu Hongfei?"
The atmosphere on the table suddenly became tense because of a tea shop.
Smith snorted coldly and said in a strange way: "That's not necessarily the case, maybe it's some old guy... Humph."
"Smith, today I do it for the sake of Chief Mai and Inspector Lu, and I don't want to cause more trouble. Don't be shameless."
Mu Hongfei looked at Smith with cold eyes, remembering that he teased Mu Wanrou today, and he felt a wave of anger.
Qiao Madi is also one of the lords appointed by the Queen of England. She is a female lord who is over sixty years old and has a good relationship with Mu Hongfei.
Seeing that Mu Hongfei had used the real fire, she immediately smoothed things over: "Amu, are you drunk too much?"
Mu Hongfei sneered several times: "Drink too much? I think someone saw me stepping into the coffin with half a foot, and I couldn't sit still!"
Picking up a napkin and wiping the corners of his mouth, Mu Hongfei leaned on his chair and ignored anyone who offered him a toast or flattery.
There was a coldness in Smith's eyes, and Lu Le glared at him fiercely, but Smith was not afraid.
In his eyes, the British are superior, and the Chinese detectives and Chinese lords are all yellow-skinned pigs and rubbish!
McDonald was playing with the red wine glass and was very conniving at Smith's provocation against Mu Hongfei.
Qiao Madi looked at each other with another Chinese Lord Teng Yue, with a faint anger emerging in his eyes. He simply pretended that he was not feeling well, took Mu Hongfei with him, and the three of them left together.
At table 15, Mu Wanrou frowned slightly when she saw her father being carried away by two elders. She took out her wallet and threw it to Jiang Jiahao, and followed Mu Hongfei out of the banquet hall.
As soon as Mu Wanrou left, Buck Yasu and Ruan Wenjie came closer and stared at Jiang Jiahao longingly.
Brother Ma didn't speak, he was obviously eavesdropping.
Jiang Jiahao shook his head helplessly: "Mu Wanrou invited me to be her bodyguard. The end time has not yet been determined."
