Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

The cold wind howled over the city of Nanjing.

The leaves of the thick loquat trees in the yard made a crackling sound.

There was heavy frost and dew in the early morning, and the clouds covered the sun tightly.

Cong Ye wore a sky-green robe and a white fox fur cloak. He straightened the purse at his waist and slowly walked downstairs.

Hongwen and Hongjing had already packed up and were standing in the living room waiting for him.

"Master, have something to eat!"

"Although I don't understand anything, I can only gain strength by eating something!"

Seeing that they were about to go out without eating, Mrs. Lan hurriedly brought a plate of red bean cake and handed it over.

Cong also took a piece and thanked Mrs. Lan.

Hongwen pushed open the door of Chunshan Hall. There was a black car parked at the door, and there was a person leaning against the black car.

"I was sent by Mr. Song to greet Mr. Wu."

The man in a well-tailored black suit looked Cong Ye up and down. The wanton look in his eyes was not what an ordinary driver should look like.

Cong Ye let him look at him and got into the car expressionlessly.

Hongwen and Hongjing looked at the man with vigilance in their eyes.

"Mr. Wu, just call me Xiao Song."

The driver got on the driver's seat, turned to look at Cong Ye, and said with a smile.

Song?

What a coincidence.

"Is this Mr. Song's youngest son Song Yunxuan?"

Cong also agreed to go to the appointment, so naturally he was not unprepared.

The driver pretended to be surprised and his eyes widened: "Mr. Wu is so smart! I really can't hide things in Nanjing from you!"

Cong Ye sneered in his heart and looked at Song Yunzuan from the rearview mirror.

While Song Yunzun was waiting for his answer, Cong Ye's reminder came to his ears.

"Drive well."

Song Yunxuan's smile froze slightly and he took a breath.

Are you really working as a driver for him?

His grip on the steering wheel tightened.

When you come to Nanjing, you have to eat at Jiuhuaju, the famous restaurant in Nanjing.

The place agreed upon by Mr. Song and Cong Ye was in the private room of Jiuhuaju.

The car stopped steadily at the door of Jiuhuaju.

A five-story restaurant appeared in Cong Ye's sight.

Hongwen got out of the car and opened the door for Cong Ye. At this moment, Song Yun, who was in the driver's seat, slowly took off his white gloves and threw them in front of the windshield. He leaned back lazily and rested an arm on the passenger seat. Resting on the backrest, I finally had time to turn my head.

The narrow and handsome eyebrows, the thin lips that seem to be smiling but not smiling, and the romantic energy all over her body can be seen through.

"I didn't expect Mr. Wu to be so young before I came here!"

Cong also smiled: "I just thought you were praising me for being young and promising."

Song Yunxu was stunned for a moment, and his smile widened: "I was just praising Mr. Wu!"

Cong Ye smiled and said nothing. After getting off the car, he was led by the Jiuhuaju boy and disappeared at the door.

Song Yunxuan's smile faded a lot, and he chuckled, his eyebrows stern:

"What a strange thing!"

There is a well-established rule in Jiuhuaju.

The higher you go, the higher the price and the higher the status.

The private room Mr. Song agreed on was on the top floor of Jiuhuaju.

There are only four private rooms on the top floor.

The boy bowed his belt and led Cong Ye to the box closest to the stairs.

A man and a woman stood at the door of the box.

The eyes of the two were sharp, and Cong also felt that the muscles of Hongwen and Hongjing behind him immediately tensed up the moment he saw them.

Cong also glanced at it and had a guess in his mind.

I guess he's a spy again.

The Nanjing government is still good at cultivating spies.

open the door.

Cong Ye's eyes crossed the big round table in front of him and fell on the figure opposite.

Mr. Song, who was wearing a suit, had a kind smile. When he saw Cong Ye, uncontrollable surprise flashed through his eyes. He quickly stood up and stretched out his hand towards Cong Ye.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect Mr. Wu to be so young! It's true that a hero comes from a young age! Song is so impressed!"

Cong Ye shook hands with a smile on his face:

"Mr. Song, thank you very much."

Mr. Song led Cong Ye to sit down, and he glanced at the person next to him.

The man immediately came over and poured Cong Ye a glass of wine.

"Mr. Wu can come today, Song is extremely grateful!"

"A toast to Mr. Wu!"

Cong also raised his eyebrows, but still drank the wine in the glass in cooperation.

“Today’s invitation to Mr. Wu is to thank Mr. Wu for his strong support to the government!”

Mr. Song looked upright.

Cong Ye chuckled and looked at him meaningfully:

"Mr. Song, you don't have to be like this. I also put forward the conditions."

Mr. Song nodded with a smile:

"I also know Mr. Wu's conditions, but is Chen Gongbo a traitor? We can't deal with him casually without evidence!"

Speaking of the latter sentence, he looked at Cong Ye with a troubled expression.

They know clearly whether they are traitors or not.

Cong does not deny that there are soldiers in the Nanjing government who are dedicated to serving the country and the people, but most of them are the same.

"It's up to you," Cong Ye's words made Mr. Song's eyes brighten. He chuckled and looked at Mr. Song's surprised look, and added the following words:

"I believe there is no money in this world that cannot be spent, and there is nothing that cannot be bought with money."

Even if the government doesn't take action, Cong can still spend a lot of money to issue reward orders.

Chen Gongbo still could not escape death.

In this era, the most indispensable thing is people who compete for money.

Mr. Song's expression suddenly changed. He is the Minister of Finance, and no one knows the role of money better than him.

Anyone can be offended, but not the God of Wealth!

If the people in front of them vote for the Red Party, then their advantage will be lost!

He still remembered the death orders given to him by the man named Jiang.

Mr. Song secretly gritted his teeth and forced a smile on his face:

"Mr. Wu!"

"You have misunderstood me!"

“How can a patriot like you wrongly accuse a good person?”

"What I mean is, give us some time, we will definitely find evidence that Chen Gongbo colluded with the Japanese!"

“Everyone in our government is united and united, and they are all patriots like you!”

"Don't worry!"

Cong Ye looked at his red face and almost laughed out loud.

"Of course I believe Mr. Song."

Cong also glanced at Hongwen behind him.

Hongwen placed another small suitcase on the table.

Cong Ye opened the suitcase, and the golden gold dazzled Mr. Song's eyes.

"This...this is?"

Mr. Song looked at Cong Ye.

"As soon as I met Mr. Song today, I knew that Mr. Song was a smart man. I am willing to make friends with smart people."

Cong Ye smiled with deep meaning.

Who can push the money out?

It’s still this precarious and turbulent era!

Even if he is the Minister of Finance, he can't guarantee that he will live a comfortable life!

Beads of sweat appeared on Mr. Song's forehead, his eyes were shining, and he laughed:

"It is Song's honor to be able to make friends with someone like Mr. Wu!"

"If Mr. Wu has anything to do in the future, just ask Song!"

"Song must share Mr. Wu's worries!"

If the person named Jiang couldn't give him, of course there would be something others could give him.

Just get rid of a traitor?

What is it?

How can a cheap life be compared with gold?

As for the Japanese...

If you have enough money, you will also have enough equipment.

Then the attitude will naturally become tougher.

All in all, it has to be money.

Mr. Song smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Mr. Wu comes to Nanjing today for the first time. Quanzi grew up in Nanjing. He must be allowed to take Mr. Wu to play in Nanjing for a few days to fulfill his friendship as a landlord!"