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Song Xi handed the white porcelain bowl to Yuan Bao and said, Go and eat.

Yuan Bao took it and said, Thank you Miss Song.

George Sheng seemed to be able to read people's hearts, so he knew that Song Xi didn't plan to go out, so he raised his voice a little bit: Everyone come out to eat.

Song Xi was already feeling frustrated, she might not be able to eat without having to face George Sheng face to face, and now she had to bring a bowl to the dining room. On the long table in the dining room, George Sheng sat at the head of one side, Yuan Bao pulled out the chair and sat opposite George Sheng, Song Xi walked to the end of the long table and chose a seat farthest from George Sheng.

George Sheng didn't intend to talk to her either. He lowered his head and ate with a spoon. Song Xi looked at his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, and his heart with his mouth. Look, but listen with your ears. In the quiet dining room, there is only the occasional light touch of porcelain spoons and porcelain bowls, and no one makes the sound of eating.

On the way, Yuanbao answered the phone, and Song Xi heard him say, Eighty years of Moutai can't be done without a day. Now you tell me that it's only fifty years old?

Don't talk nonsense to me, the plane at six o'clock, I can't get the wine before half past five, you can figure it out.

After talking, Yuan Bao hung up the phone. Don't look at him talking to the person on the phone in a cold tone, but when he looked up at George Sheng again, his voice was calm and a little more reverent, Brother Sheng, I'm afraid there will be business over there. It’s not safe, I’ll go back to the courtyard first and find two bottles of other wine to top it off.”

George Sheng was not in a hurry, he seemed to think that the pimple soup in the bowl was not bad, he ate another spoonful, and then said calmly: There should be two bottles of aged Moutai in the family, and it is almost 80 years old. , you go and get it.

Yuan Bao got up immediately, Song Xi looked sideways at George Sheng and asked, Are you going to send Cheng Deqing?

George Sheng gave an 'um', and Yuan Bao pushed the chair back under the table, and was about to leave.

Song Xi said, Wait a minute.

Yuan Bao stopped and looked at her, but Song Xi looked at George Sheng and said, It's better not to give away wine. Cheng Deqing's heart has not been very good in the past two years. People with heart diseases generally don't recommend drinking alcohol.

Still not willing to put down the porcelain spoon, George Sheng held the spoon in his hand, looked sideways at Song Xi at the end of the table, and asked, Then what do you suggest?

Song Xi said: Biluochun, for elderly people, drinking tea is better than alcohol.

George Sheng didn't question it at all, and said directly to Yuan Bao: Go home and tell my mother to get Biluochun, she knows which box to get.

Yuan Bao nodded and left.

There were only the two of them left in the dining room. Song Xi lowered his head and ate in silence again, but he couldn't help wondering, why did George Sheng trust her so much?

You can cook, why come to my house and pretend you can't do anything?

George Sheng suddenly opened his mouth while he was eating. When Song Xi was with him, her heart would be tense, and she would instinctively put up her defenses. When she heard his voice, her first reaction was to panic, but Nervous, not to mention frightened.

Slowly, she replied aloud: It's just pimple soup, I can only make this. Could it be that when Jiang Jiayi was performing sweet and sour fish and various difficult dishes, would she want pimple soup? Is it a dish or a meal?

George Sheng said, It's pretty good, much better than what you did last night.

It was a rare compliment for him to speak eloquently. Song Xi couldn't tell whether he should be happy or grateful, but he was still a few seconds late, and said softly, Eat more if it tastes good.

After this sentence, there was another period of silence, Song Xi mechanically put the pimple soup into his mouth, trying not to recall the taste, just want to fill his stomach.

George Sheng, who was a few meters away on the left, said, Do you know the Qi family and the Lan family?

Song Xi looked sideways at George Sheng and asked, Who is it?

Qi Cheng, Lan Yuzhou.

Song Xidao: Isn't Qi Cheng the current executive president of the Qi family? I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it. I met Lan Yuzhou a few years ago. What's wrong?

George Sheng didn't look at Song Xi, stirring the pimple soup in the bowl, he opened and closed his thin lips, and said in a low and sweet voice: This time I went to Yazhou to meet Cheng Deqing, they also have a part.

Song Xi's expression didn't change, but with a slight movement of her beautiful eyes, she immediately understood what was going on.

When George Sheng went to Cheng Deqing, it must not be as simple as a visit, nine times out of ten it was to ask for something, but now there are Qi Cheng and Lan Yuzhou, it seems that the three are competing.

The Qi family is a pure business, and its various industries spread all over the country, and everyone in Night City knows about it.

The Lan family has a military background. Although Lan Yuzhou is in business, his grandparents are the founding fathers of the country. All the uncles and elders also hold important posts in various military regions, which shows their strength.

When it comes to George Sheng, Night City is even more well-known. This is a master of two things.

People from these three backgrounds gathered together, and their wealth alone was enough to talk for three days and three nights in the theater behind the overpass. Song Xi wanted to laugh, but of course she held back.

With a serious expression, she said aloud: The Qi family and the Lan family are not ordinary people. If you want to win, you need to work hard.

George Sheng said: Yes, so I need your help.

Song Xi thought of what George Sheng said to her last night, and she replied aloud: When I was very young, my dad took me to see Cheng Deqing, but I didn't have a deep impression of it. Now that my dad is inside, I I don't know if he will give my dad this face.

George Sheng said: That depends on how deep your father's friendship with Cheng Deqing is, and how you communicate with Cheng Deqing.

Song Xi understands that a transaction is a matter of mutual benefit. George Sheng provides an opportunity for her to meet Cheng Deqing himself, but what she has to do is not only to ask Song Yuanqing about the future, but also to help George Sheng win him over. something you want.

I don't know what you guys want to talk about. Song Xi said softly.

George Sheng said: You don't need to know the details, you are the one I brought, as long as Cheng Deqing gives you face, it will naturally benefit me.

When Song Xi heard this, he felt a little stressed.

She promised George Sheng before that the two could be partners. Now that she has been raising soldiers for dozens of days, she will come in handy. If her knife doesn't work well, maybe George Sheng will kill her when she comes back. She was abandoned, so what would her old Song do if she was inside?

This is a series of things, one trigger will affect the whole body, and it is not up to her to decide.

Song Xi has a particularly obvious feeling that she and George Sheng are sitting in the same boat now, and it cannot be said that both are prosperous and the other is damaged, because they are only on the same boat, but she is not the one at the helm. To put it bluntly, she is just him. A convenient tool, easy to use, keep it, not easy to use, it will be lost at any time.

George Sheng has many choices, but Song Xi only has one, and only by doing things for him and benefiting him can it be beneficial to himself.