newbobooks Chapter 1035 Go, beautiful lady!
Chapter 1035 Go, beautiful lady!
The truck entered Qingyan County and slowly drove into a gas station by the roadside.
The young man looked kindly at He Yanzu behind him, while skillfully pulling the handbrake.
He said softly, "Sir, please wait in the car for a moment. I'll go down to refuel. It's another five or six miles ahead, and we'll be at the chicken farm owner's place."
Seeing that Daniel Ho was lying in the back without making a sound, they assumed he was asleep and didn't say anything more, then got out of the car.
"Hey beautiful, need some gas?" he shouted to the gas station attendant.
"Master, how much more?" A woman in blue overalls strode over.
"Three hundred. Are there any free gifts?" the young man asked with a smile.
"Yes, please come inside and take a look. Pick whatever you like," the woman said, pointing to the small supermarket next door.
"Can I pay with WeChat?" the young man asked as he walked into the house.
"Sure, the boss is inside."
Just then, a taxi came to a smooth stop next to another gas pump, and the driver leaned out and shouted, "Gas!"
"Wait a moment, I'll be right there," the woman called out.
He Yanzu, sitting in the back seat of the truck, slowly sat up and took out five hundred-yuan bills from his pocket.
He gently placed her on the driver's seat, then opened the passenger side door and got out of the car.
He walked straight to the taxi and said to the driver, "Young man, I'm going to the high-speed rail station. Money is no problem."
The taxi driver frowned and looked him up and down—his clothes were wrinkled, his hair was messy, and he looked both pitiful and disheveled.
Before he could speak, He Yanzu took out two hundred yuan and handed it over: "Is this enough?"
The driver's brow instantly relaxed, and he nodded hurriedly, "That's enough! You get in first, I'll just fill up the gas and leave, it'll be quick!"
As they were talking, the driver opened the driver's door and got out of the car. He took the two hundred dollars with both hands, turned around and opened the car door for He Yanzu, inviting him inside.
"Add two hundred, hurry up."
The woman at the gas station shouted as the driver rushed over, and handed over the two hundred yuan that He Yanzu had given her.
The woman took the two hundred yuan and skillfully inserted the fuel nozzle into the fuel tank again. The nozzle hummed as it injected fuel, and the numbers on the electronic screen jumped up slowly from 0 as the fuel level increased.
With a "click," the gun stopped firing, and the screen displayed precisely: "Amount: 200.00 yuan, Volume: 27.59L."
The woman pulled out the oil gun, printed out a receipt, and handed it to her: "It's exactly 200. Please take a look."
The driver took the ticket, glanced at it, put it in his pocket, opened the door, got on the bus, and started the engine.
I could also clearly hear the smart voice of the gas pump announce: "This refueling costs 200 yuan. Thank you for your patronage."
"Thanks!" the driver said, stepping on the gas and driving the taxi away from the gas station.
On the other side, the young man in the truck came out of the supermarket, carrying a bundle of tissues and a few hams and braised chicken legs in one hand, and a bowl of instant noodles in the other.
He opened the truck door, put his things on the seat, and called out with a smile, "Grandpa, I made you a bowl of instant noodles. Get up and have something hot to warm you up..."
Before he could finish speaking, he froze—the back seat was empty, and there was no sign of Daniel He.
When I was putting things down, several hundred-yuan bills slid off the driver's seat and landed between the foot pedal and the passenger seat.
The young man bent down and picked up the five banknotes, stared blankly for a while, and muttered, "This is... they left without a word?"
He clutched the banknotes, a pang of unease in his heart: "That old man looked so pitiful, yet he was so generous. What happened to him? He was crying like that yesterday..."
In the taxi, seeing that Daniel Ho remained silent, the driver couldn't help but strike up a conversation:
"Sir, where did you come from and where are you going? What happened to you?"
Or... shall I take you to a bathhouse to freshen up? It'll make you look more presentable when you go out, won't it?"
He Yanzu remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on the rapidly receding shadows of trees and houses outside the window.
It was as if he was plotting something, or as if he was trying his best to suppress the anxiety in his heart.
The sunlight outside the car window was bright, but it couldn't penetrate the deep worry in his eyes.
Inside the luxurious villa, the silence was almost oppressive. It was palpable—along the bushes in the yard, at the entrance to the living room, and beside the pillars in the dining room.
Everywhere you look, you see figures dressed in black, standing ramrod straight with wary eyes.
Like silent cheetahs guarding every corner, an invisible tension permeates the air.
Feng Tao, however, seemed oblivious to the commotion, sitting calmly at the dining table.
Faced with a table full of exquisite dishes, she unceremoniously used the serving chopsticks to pick up a crystal shrimp dumpling and put it into Gu Ze's bowl.
He said casually, "Eat up, it's all good stuff. We don't usually get this kind of treatment."
Gu Ze's grip on the chopsticks tightened, his brows furrowed, and he lowered his voice with worry:
"Feng Tao, who exactly are these people? What do they want from us?"
Feng Tao stuffed a mouthful of shark fin soup into his mouth and mumbled, "I don't know either, let's drink the soup first."
"This slow-cooked soup tastes really good." As she spoke, she added some more soup to Gu Ze's bowl.
At that moment, Andy Coles strode into the restaurant with a composed gait, his signature smile always carrying a hint of something unsettling.
He glanced at the leftover food on the table and said with a smile, "It seems you two have a good appetite. Please feel free to ask if you need anything else, don't be shy."
Feng Tao tilted his head back and drank the soup in the bowl clean, making a soft sound as he put the bowl down, a roguish look on his face.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Andy Coles. Now that we've had our meal, shall we be leaving?"
“Oh, no, no, no, darling.” Andy Colles made an elegant gesture, his tone as casual as if he were chatting.
He pulled out the chair next to Feng Tao and sat down opposite him: "We haven't had a proper talk yet, what's the rush? Since we're here, let's make the best of it."
Feng Tao slammed his chopsticks down on the table with a "thud," and the casualness on his face faded slightly.
"I've said it so many times, I really don't know what you're looking for."
We've met Butler He before. He only said that Chairman Feng is critically ill and wants to see me.
He spread his hands, his tone clearly disdainful, "I didn't agree. What does his critical illness have to do with me?"
Over the years, I've wandered through wind and rain, living a nomadic life, and I've long forgotten where I came from.
Chairman Feng? Such a high and mighty figure, how could an ordinary person like me possibly aspire to be worthy of his attention?
Andy Colles' smile faded slightly, but his eyes turned icy: "Mr. Feng, what you say is..."
That would be too formal. Your relationship with Chairman Feng cannot be dismissed with a simple "I'm not worthy of you."
Feng Tao twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at Andy Coles's serious expression.
I found it absurd and funny, so I grabbed a wet wipe from the table, wiped my hands, and tossed it aside carelessly.
She glanced at Gu Ze, and they both saw a hint of seriousness and helplessness in each other's eyes.
He slowed down, adopting a stoic demeanor, and simply picked up his teacup.
He took a slow sip, a barely perceptible hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
Seeing that Feng Tao was unmoved, Andy Coles's fake smile finally crumbled, his expression darkening slightly, and a calculating glint flashed in his eyes.
He let out a long sigh, stood up, tapped his fingers on the dining table, and slowly paced a few steps.
The leather shoes made a dull thud on the polished floor, as if striking at one's heart.
"Third Young Master," a simple title, reveals Feng Tao's true identity.
“In recent years, since you left the Governor of Hong Kong, many situations at the summit have changed drastically.”
Andy Coles recounted: "President Feng Yuanzheng has always valued his two sons..."
The Feng brothers, Yan and Zhan, have essentially secured control of the helm.
He stopped in his tracks, turned to look at Feng Tao, and spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice.
But it was as if they had opened a floodgate, and they continued, "They were blinded by greed and disregarded the rules of the association. Many of their transactions had already crossed the line and touched the red line that they shouldn't have touched."
Upon learning this, Feng Yuanzheng flew into a rage and immediately dismissed Feng Yan from his position as acting vice president in the council chamber, giving them a severe dressing-down.
At this point, he chuckled and exclaimed, "This has really angered Feng Yan."
In the council chamber, in front of all the elders, he angrily smashed his cup and stormed off.
Not long after, his mother, Qiao Man, brought back a doctor surnamed Qiao, saying that he would examine Feng Yuanzheng and prescribed two bottles of so-called "miracle drugs".
Since then, Feng Yuanzheng's health has deteriorated day by day, forcing him to retire from the spotlight and recuperate.
Feng Yan, having completely lost his inhibitions, acted entirely according to his own whims, wreaking havoc in all directions.
Gu Ze, listening from the side, felt a chill run down his spine and muttered to himself with a trepidation:
So many things have happened since I left the Hong Kong Governors Summit.
Was there a hidden reason behind Chairman Feng's critical illness? When he left, Feng Yan had a refined and scholarly air about him.
Who would have thought that she would resort to such underhanded tactics against her own father?
Feng Tao put down his teacup, a barely perceptible ripple flashing in his eyes, but his expression remained calm:
"These are all internal matters of the Hong Kong Governors' Summit, what does it have to do with me?"
"How can it be unrelated?" Andy Colles took a step closer, looking down at Feng Tao.
The hushed, solemn tone could freeze a restaurant: "Before retiring, Feng Yuanzheng deliberately hid the seal of the summit's leader."
Although Feng Yan is currently thriving, his real power is still limited in many ways. This is why Feng Yan did not immediately kill Feng Yuanzheng.
Even without Feng Yuanzheng, those branch elders could drown Feng Yan with their spittle alone.
At this point, Andy Coles couldn't help but let out a sinister chuckle.
The laughter sent chills down Gu Ze's spine, making his body tremble.
Her bewildered eyes looked at Feng Tao, but his face remained completely expressionless.
He casually picked up the teacup and refilled it with hot water.
Feng Tao's indifferent attitude made Gu Ze instantly unable to understand him.
"I guess," Andy Coles said, seemingly getting more and more excited.
“Feng Yan will not be able to get that thing; and he may not even be able to hide his position as vice president of the summit for much longer.”
He stared intently at Feng Tao. "Tell me, who do you think has this thing?"
"It doesn't matter who has it, it's not with me anyway, and I don't care. Whoever wants it can have it."
After saying that, Feng Tao tilted his head back, drank the tea in his cup in one breath, got up, and pulled Gu Ze towards the restaurant exit.