Rebirth of the Flying Era

Chapter 90 Jiang Donglai's Invitation

"Du Fei?" He Yushui was a little unsure, but when he saw Xu Daimao who came out together, his face immediately turned ugly.

Obviously he knew about the fight between his brother and Xu Daimao last night.

I don't know why Zhuzi told her, but she seems to have a big opinion of Xu Daimao.

He Yushui hummed, nodded to Du Fei again, turned around and left.

Xu Daimao curled his lips: "Brothers and sisters, a couple who don't know what to do, have a father since childhood..."

By the way, he wanted to say, "He was born with a father, but not raised by a mother", but suddenly thought of something, and just swallowed it back, saving himself some virtue.

Du Fei smiled and continued to walk outside.

The front yard is as lively as the middle yard.

The two old ladies scolded for some reason.

On the one side participating in the war was the Jiang family woman who was talking too much during the general meeting last night, and on the other side was a mean-looking aunt.

The two of them were at each other's throats, as if the tip of a needle was facing each other, like a small trumpet.

In this cheerful atmosphere, Du Fei picked up his bicycle and stepped out of the gate of the courtyard.

I went to the shop for breakfast and ate a few steamed buns, then rode my bicycle to the street to do some food.

Du Fei came early today, went into the house, took off his coat, and first swept the floor with a broom.

At this moment, Sun Lan came in from the outside, saw Du Fei hurriedly approaching and said, "Xiao Du, why are you here so early?"

Du Fei said with a shy face: "Look at what you said, someday we won't be early."

Sun Lan took a step back and asked if she could still talk properly!
Du Fei laughed, seeing that she had something to say, and asked, "Aunt Sun, what can you say?"

Sun Lan lowered her voice and said, "Our old Jiang told you to go to Jiekou Bailao Siyang Soup at noon. His stewed mutton is here specially. Please go and taste it. Let me tell you something by the way."

Du Fei asked, "Uncle Jiang didn't say anything?"

As soon as Sun Lan opened her mouth, someone came in from outside, and she couldn't go into details, so she just said, "Last time, it was about the matter next door to your house."

Du Fei immediately understood and didn't ask any more questions.

But he thought in his heart, what could go wrong in the Li family, it was worth Jiang Donglai asking Sun Lan to ask him to go?
'Bai Lao Si Yang Soup' is an ordinary small restaurant. I heard that the mutton is good, but Du Fei has never been there.

Today's meal must not have been specially invited by Jiang Donglai, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come to this small restaurant, and it should be mainly to talk about things and have lunch by the way.

But to say how urgent this matter is, it shouldn't be too much.

Otherwise, even if it is inconvenient for Sun Lan to bring a conversation, he will not delay if he goes alone.

After thinking about this, Du Fei was even more curious, what kind of medicine did Jiang Donglai sell in the gourd?

Zhu Ting didn't know what was going on today, so she ran away in the morning and didn't see anyone all morning.

Du Fei stopped for a while, and waited until noon to say hello to Section Chief Qian, then wandered out of the street office.

The meals he shared in the small cafeteria were packed into lunch boxes and eaten at home at night, so it was not a waste.

Bai Lao Si Yang Soup is not far from here.

Get out of the alley, go to Di'anmen Street, and walk east.

A small broken face, still under the guise of a curtain.

As Du Fei was walking, he saw Jiang Donglai wearing a military overcoat from a distance, smoking a cigarette at the door of the store.

Seeing Du Fei, he immediately threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and went to meet him.

The two greeted each other without too much politeness, and opened the door and entered the store.

Jiang Donglai said to a middle-aged man with a goatee and a halal cap: "Serve!"

"Come on, brother-in-law~" The man let them in with a flattering smile.

Du Fei glanced at the man.

This "brother-in-law" should be from Sun Lan.

But it seems that they are not relatives, otherwise the attitude should not be so respectful.

After entering the back room with Jiang Donglai, Du Fei found that this was not a private room, but someone's home.

There is a briquette stove in the middle of the room, and a small pot sits on the stove. The bright red broth is bubbling "gurgling", which makes people appetite.

Afterwards, the middle-aged man hurriedly wiped the table with a rag, put down two sets of bowls and chopsticks and a pot holder, and reached out to take down the small aluminum pot and put it on the pot holder.

Jiang Donglai picked up his chopsticks: "I still have to go to work in the afternoon, so I won't drink any more. The mutton from his family is a must. I'm sure you'll still want to eat it."

As he spoke, he first picked out a piece of fleshy meat from the pot and put it in Du Fei's bowl.

Du Fei was not polite, let alone talking about something, he put the meat in his mouth with his chopsticks, chewed it twice, it was really good!

After a while, two bowls of mutton soup and a plate of half-leavened biscuits were served.

The braised mutton is a bit salty when eaten empty, and it's just right when it's sandwiched in sesame seed cakes.

This meal is affordable, just one dish, two bowls of soup, and a few pieces of biscuits.

Later, Jiang Donglai felt that it was not enough, so he went out and grabbed a scallion by himself, without shredding the onion, he just chewed it dry, with a bite of mutton sandwich and a bite of green onion.

Du Fei thought the old shallots were too spicy and tasted too strong after eating, so he ate a few cloves of sugared garlic.

After half of the pot of mutton was eaten, Du Fei was full, took a big bowl of mutton soup, and asked, "Uncle Jiang, I heard from Aunt Sun that the matter about the Li family..."

Jiang Donglai chewed it a few times, swallowed the scallions in his mouth and said: "Before, I almost lost my sight. I'm afraid this matter is really tricky!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the direction of the door, got up and went to fasten the bolt, and then came back and continued: "Last time, you asked me to hand over the information I found directly to the Li family. I thought this matter was over. Those two loves What's the matter, it has nothing to do with our men."

Du Fei asked: "Could it be something wrong?"

Jiang Donglai nodded: "After get off work last night, Li Guoqiang came to see me again."

Du Fei wondered, "How did he find you?"

Jiang Donglai shook his head: "I don't know for the time being, I should look for some relationship to find out, this is not difficult to find out."

Du Fei nodded and continued listening.

Jiang Donglai said: "Xiao Du, what do you think Li Guoqiang wants to do with me?"

Du Fei was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Donglai didn't let it go, he paused and asked himself and answered, "He wants me to find a way to catch Zhang Yun's good friend."

Du Fei frowned.

Jiang Donglai is the deputy chief of the security department of the rolling mill. He has the right to arrest people who involve the employees and property of the rolling mill.

And Zhang Yun's close friend happened to be a temporary worker in a collective enterprise under the rolling mill.

But Du Fei didn't understand why Li Guoqiang and the others went astray when targeting the old Zhang's family?

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Donglai said again: "This is not important. Guess how much the Li family is willing to pay for this matter?"

Du Fei was listening and took another bite of mutton, but he paused, raised his eyelids and said, "Too much?"

Jiang Donglai stretched out two fingers: "Two hundred! As long as Zhang Yun's good friend is caught, they are willing to pay 200 yuan!"

When Du Fei heard this, he was also taken aback.

200 yuan is not a decimal. Before the Li family asked him to sell the house, it was only this price.

Obviously not long ago, he was still in poverty, why did he suddenly become rich and powerful?
Moreover, if you are willing to spend 200 yuan for this kind of thing, it is either really not bad money, or there must be greater benefits.

No wonder Jiang Donglai wanted to call him here and talk about it himself.

Du Fei frowned and thought about it, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table.

Jiang Donglai didn't speak any more.

After a while, Du Fei asked, "Uncle Jiang, what do you think of this matter?"

(End of this chapter)