8 Chapter 8 The Real Purpose of the Mission (2/2)
Do the math.
It took more than nine thousand to go out today.
I haven't been so extravagant in my previous life, but the money is too easy to come by, and it's not thrown into the water, and I don't feel much distressed.
It's still early.
After buying clothes, Tang Qing took a taxi back to his uncle's house.
Wash the dirty clothes by the way.
He was not luxurious enough to throw away his dirty clothes. The shoes seemed to him to be worn out and wearable.
......
A little past eleven
Tang Qing took a taxi to this restaurant.
”Good noon, sir, welcome to Chuanyu Restaurant.”
A male waiter greeted him with a smile.Tang Qing remembered that the person who came to receive them at the beginning of the year was a pretty little girl, but the memory was a bit long ago, and she had forgotten what she looked like.
”Does the sir have a reserved place?” the waiter then asked.
”No, are there any boxes?” Tang Qing shook his head.
If there are no boxes, we can only change one.
This is not illegal.
Don't cover up.
But cash transactions are definitely not suitable for negotiation in the lobby.
”Some sirs, please come inside. You are lucky. There happens to be the last box. I don't know how many sirs?” the waiter said enthusiastically.
”Two or three, or more.” Tang Qing was a little uncertain.
I don't know if the other party will bring someone like a personal drinker or a driver or a secretary or financial account. Such a customer who can't get 300,000 yuan should not be enough for a driver's secretary.
But after all, it is a large cash transaction.
It is another person who is not familiar with.
The other party should not be bold enough to come alone.
But this also reminded him.
It's better to find a bodyguard in the future. The customers recommended by the system are better off saying that the customers who are looking for themselves are still very dangerous to trade so hastily.Tang Qing wrote down the matter of finding a bodyguard.
”this way please.”
The barman led Tang Qing to the box on the second floor where the Mingyue Hall was hung. There was a TV on the wall. There was an unknown Hong Kong martial arts movie disc, but he hadn't watched it anyway.
Tang Qing ordered a few special dishes and a few bottles of beer at random.
Not much in total.
Just over four hundred dollars.
Standing in front of the restaurant window.
Tang Qing looked at the pedestrians hurrying on the side of the road, and felt lost in thought.
The first task.
It also means that I have completely said goodbye to the ordinary life before, and my life will be on a journey of unknown direction.
Whether the future is dangerous or smooth is unknown.
In this different life, if he wants to win, he must also win, for the people he loves, and to fight back against the almost fucking life in the previous life. This may be his mission in this life.
Slowly, his thoughts drifted away.
”Ding Ding Ding...”
The phone on the windowsill rang, pulling Tang Qing back to reality.
This old telephone booth-like ringtone was specially chosen by him.
No reason.
I feel that this kind of rush and sharp sound can remind people to answer the phone quickly and to remind people to enter work immediately.It's just like doing radio exercises and shouting slogans in the morning for sales.
Remind the body and consciousness to be ready for battle.
Look at the strange number on the phone.
It must be Zhang Dongqing's cell phone number.
”Hey, Brother Tang, I'm at the entrance of the restaurant, where are you?” Zhang Dongqing's voice came from the phone.
”I'm in the Mingyue Hall on the second floor. Come up directly.”
”Okay, I'll come right away.”