The bed is warm, not only warm, but also warm in my arms.

If possible, no one would want to get out of bed in this situation, but would want to stay in bed for the rest of their lives.

But no one can spend their whole life in bed. Zhang Mingyang and Xu Duanran got up tacitly early the next morning. Breakfast was instant noodles that they had not eaten last night.

"It's all your fault, I didn't even have time to do the laundry last night."

Not only was the clothes not washed, but the room was even messier. The eldest lady put the blame on the bad guy.

"It will be tonight, it will be tonight."

Many things are determined tonight or the next day, but when the time comes, whether there is time is another matter.

After dinner, the two set off together. Zhang Mingyang first sent Xu Duanran to Jiang Wen's law firm. When he was about to drive to the company, he suddenly received a very unexpected call.

I met Zhao Rongsheng in person at the police station a few days ago. After he took the business card of the eldest son of the Zhao family, he conveniently saved his phone number in his mobile phone.

Ever since he knew what Xu Mo was doing, he had been particularly interested in the Zhao family's affairs. He saved the phone number in his mobile phone, thinking what if he could use it one day?

Unexpectedly, Zhao Rongsheng called him so soon.

"Hey, why did the eldest son remember to call me? I thought you had forgotten me." Zhang Mingyang answered the phone and was thinking about what kind of medicine Zhao Rongsheng was selling in his gourd.

As expected, the voice on the other end of the phone was Zhao Rongsheng: "Mr. Zhang, please stop teasing me. I am not a big man. Just call me Rongsheng. Of course it is good for me to call Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Mingyang said to himself that there was indeed something good going on. Your brother copied my software and will send me money soon.

"Oh? What a good thing. You want me to invest in some low-risk and high-return project, right?"

He didn't save any face for Zhao Rongsheng, and specifically connoted his wife Shi Xin's illegal fund-raising.

The sarcasm was a test for him. If the person who came was not kind, Zhao Rongsheng would have started to get angry at this time.

As a result, instead of getting angry, the eldest son smiled and replied on the phone: "Mr. Zhang is joking. I don't have a few projects in my hands. How can there be one that Mr. Zhang can take your fancy?"

Zhang Mingyang didn't reply and quietly waited for the other party's next words.

"I know Mr. Zhang may have discovered that my brother plagiarized you. I don't know how you want to solve it. If you want to sue recently, I have key evidence here." Zhao Rongsheng on the other end of the phone stopped smiling and said one word

He said it sentence by sentence, as if he was annoyed that the other party couldn't hear clearly.

After listening to Zhao Rongsheng's words, Zhang Mingyang was still in no hurry to reply.

He set the phone to hands-free and placed it next to the dashboard, took out the software Xu Duanran bought him for the Chinese New Year, took out one and lit it.

There was silence between the two of them, and the phone was never hung up.

After a long time, Zhang Mingyang said slowly: "Zhao Rongchen is your brother, right? Are you going to help outsiders deal with your own brother?"

From the way they were dressed, he vaguely guessed that although Zhao Rongsheng and Zhao Rongchen were brothers, there was a huge gap in their treatment in Zhao's industry.

The eldest son Zhao was not doing well. He revealed information about his younger brother to him, probably hoping to use his hand to attack Zhao Rongchen.

Anyway, he has already faced them, and Zhang Mingyang is not afraid of being used as a gun, but what can he gain?

"Mr. Zhang, there are some things that are not convenient to discuss on the phone. If you are interested, please come and sit in my store." Zhao Rongsheng told Zhang Mingyang the address of the store.

"Okay, then let's meet and talk."

Zhang Mingyang did not reject Zhao Rongsheng's proposal. After hanging up the phone, he drove to the address mentioned on the phone.

He didn't care about the so-called "key evidence". Zhao Rongchen, a fool, copied it so obviously that it would be difficult to think without evidence.

What he was more concerned about was what happened in the Zhao family and whether he would have the opportunity to make some articles about Xu Mo.

The address Zhao Rongsheng gave him was a teahouse.

Probably because of the Chinese New Year, the teahouse was bustling with people. There were many people drinking tea and chatting on the first floor. Looking through the window, there were also many mahjong tables on the second floor.

Zhang Mingyang parked the car and noticed a pharmacy next to him, so he bought a mask and put it on before entering the teahouse.

"How many guests do you have? Come in and have a cup of tea to warm yourself up. Please come in."

"I'm looking for your boss."

"this way please."

When he got to the second floor, Zhao Rongsheng was already waiting at the stairs.

Just like what I saw at the police station that day, this eldest son was dressed simply, not even as well-dressed as someone who came here to drink tea, and he didn't look like brothers at all with Zhao Rongchen.

After greeting Zhang Mingyang enthusiastically, Zhao Rongsheng was not in a hurry to get down to business. Instead, he pointed to the mahjong table on the second floor and said, "Does Mr. Zhang usually play?"

The second floor is very lively, with people playing mahjong enthusiastically, and there are people standing nearby to watch the fun and give pointers.

"I play with my family occasionally."

If it were eighteen-year-old Zhang Mingyang, he couldn't even recognize all the mahjong tiles and could only build a house.

Later, I was completely forced to learn to play mahjong.

Don’t ask, it’s just that all kinds of “generals” like to play. He usually prepares the money he wants to give away today before playing. Playing mahjong can also be regarded as a very important social work.

"You see, by making this call, didn't I delay Mr. Zhang's time at home?"

Before Zhang Mingyang could explain that he had started work, Zhao Rongsheng continued to order his people: "Go, make a pot of good tea for Mr. Zhang, and find someone to set up a table on the third floor."

After finishing the instructions, he turned to Zhang Mingyang and said: "It's okay, come to my place and have fun. If you like it, Mr. Zhang, you can bring your friends over at any time in the future. I will definitely entertain you well. Let's go upstairs and play."

Talk as you go."

Zhao Rongsheng's teahouse also has a third floor. The stairs are not connected to the first and second floors. You have to turn a corner to go up.

It was very quiet upstairs, with only the faint sound of music. As soon as I went upstairs, even the noise downstairs disappeared.

The third floor is not a hall, but private rooms, and the decoration is more luxurious.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Now there is no one in each box. Apart from him and Zhao Rongsheng, there are only some waitresses wearing blue cheongsam on the entire third floor. They all look special.

Just to entertain him.

The waitress's cheongsam had a large slit, and as she walked past, the white slit split directly to the top of her thigh. It seemed that she could see clearly but also not clearly, which made people think a lot.

Zhao Rongsheng welcomed him into the innermost box. The people upstairs moved quickly. When they came in, the mahjong tiles were already placed on the table.

Not far away, there was a beautiful tea doctor making tea for them at the tea table.

Zhang Mingyang behaved naturally, as if he didn't even notice these warblers.

He sat at the mahjong table, picked up a piece of mahjong and rubbed it carefully. He knew it was a fortune card without turning it over.

"I don't know how big Mr. Zhao usually likes to play?" Zhang Mingyang asked.

Zhao Rongsheng also walked to the mahjong table and sat across from Zhang Mingyang: "It's just for fun. The money is just to add to your head. It doesn't matter whether you play or not."

"If it gets too much, I will withdraw!" Zhang Mingyang joked.

Zhao Rongsheng waved his hands repeatedly and picked up a deck of playing cards from the mahjong table: "I'm mainly afraid that you will be bored, Mr. Zhang. If you don't want to play with money, just use these playing cards to remember your winnings and losses."

In a mahjong parlor, playing cards are not just a simple counting tool, but also chips.

He pressed the fortune he just touched and kept turning it around in his hand.

Zhang Mingyang has already guessed that what Zhao Rongsheng prepared today was not only evidence of Zhao Rongchen's plagiarism, but also a big gift planned to be given to him by playing mahjong.

When the mahjong game started, he realized that the young master was more straightforward than he thought.

Regardless of whether it was himself or the subordinates he called later to join in the game, the boxes between the three of them were filled with pink old men, and only the playing cards were placed in front of him.

In other words, if he wins, he will win real money, but if he loses, he only needs to be given playing cards.

Seeing this, Zhang Mingyang also took out a wad of banknotes from his wallet: "Mr. Zhao is out of touch now. If you want to play with money, just tell me directly. There is no need to hint to me like this."

"Mr. Zhang, this is your first time, just have fun."

Zhao Rongsheng didn't say much. When he was counting the cards, the tea had just been brewed, so he asked the beauties in cheongsam to come over and pour the tea.

From the appearance point of view, the one standing next to Zhang Mingyang is the most outstanding. She is bending down to pour tea.

Not only the slits at the bottom, the collar of the cheongsam is also very cleverly designed. As long as they bend down, the white snow inside is looming.

She was holding the tea bowl in one hand and holding the sea of ​​tea in the other hand, as if she had no idea that she had gone out of her way, or maybe it was intentional.

Zhang Mingyang was not attracted by these spring scenery. He stared at the mahjong tiles in front of him and arranged the order. He soon discovered that this deck of tiles was ridiculously good.

There are two Gods of Wealth that were just revealed in the cards. He only needs to play one more card to draw the cards. He almost made a mistake. If he wanted to make a big mistake, he could easily make it all.

Nine times out of ten you lose when you bet. Only a fool would think that he is very lucky when he draws such a good set of cards.

After sorting it out, Zhang Mingyang folded all the tiles first. When he turned them over again, he deliberately pushed the mahjong tiles into the middle so that they were scattered in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I haven't played for a long time, and I don't even know how to code."

"It's okay, let's fight slowly."

The first village ended very quickly, and it was indeed him who made the mistake in the end. Just as Zhang Mingyang thought, the three people behind him did not give out poker cards, but directly gave them real money.

After figuring out Zhao Rongsheng's routine, he got straight to the point: "Isn't the help Mr. Zhao said on the phone too much?"

"I know this is nothing to Mr. Zhang, but there's only so much I can offer." Zhao Rongsheng said helplessly.

The second banker, Zhang Mingyang, played very casually, but in the end it was still his fault. In the eyes of those who were cooperating next to him, his cards seemed to be transparent, and the other party deliberately played a bullet against him.

"I think you should know that even if you don't come to me today, I will definitely sue Zhao Rongchen's company. If you want to do something, you can just sit back and watch. There is no need to come here specially."
To be continued...