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Then he took the money from Long Zhanyu, smiled and said, "Just right, Officer Long."
Long Zhanyu said "um" and asked him, "Is business going well recently?"
Chen Yuncheng said, "It's okay."
Long Zhanyu suddenly moved closer to him and said softly, "Did you know that Guan Anlin was released from prison yesterday?"
Chen Yuncheng looked at Long Zhanyu, and after a little silence, he said, "I don't know."
Long Zhanyu said, "If he comes to harass you, you can call the police. It is our duty to protect the citizens."
Chen Yuncheng's eyelashes trembled, and he said to Long Zhanyu, "Officer Long, smoke less."
Long Zhanyu's slender fingers still held the cigarette he bit his lips.
Chen Yuncheng smiled and continued: "If you smoke too much, you will grow old quickly, but it's a pity that you have such a face."
Long Zhanyu snorted coldly, turned his face away and said, "I don't know what's good or bad."
Chen Yuncheng stepped out of his car, raised his hand to help him close the door, "Officer Long, please walk slowly."
Long Zhanyu drove away, and Chen Yuncheng returned to the store, tidying up the containers with nothing to do. Just when he was thinking about what to eat for dinner, another car stopped in front of his store.
Chen Yuncheng put down the things in his hand, leaned against the counter and looked outside.
It was a black car. After it stopped, the back door opened, and a middle-aged man in his 40s stepped out. The man was a little fat, but he was tall. He looked tall and strong. People feel a lot of pressure.
He got out of the car and walked straight towards Chen Yuncheng, showing an insincere smile, and said, "Yuncheng, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"Brother Yong," Chen Yuncheng also laughed, "It's really been a long time since I saw you."
Zhang Wenyong went all the way to the door of the store, stopped at the counter, looked at Chen Yuncheng's small grocery store, and asked, "Do you have any business here?"
Chen Yuncheng said, "It's okay."
Zhang Wenyong pouted and smiled, looking yin and yang, and then said, "I guess the business is good, it's better to make money than hanging out with the brothers, right?"
Chen Yuncheng said: "If you don't make money, you want to be safe."
Zhang Wenyong's eyes fell on his face, and he said, "You are quite stable. Have you ever thought about how well An Lin's life has been in the past two years?"
Chen Yuncheng did not speak.
Zhang Wenyong then burst out laughing. He reached out across the counter and patted Chen Yuncheng on the shoulder, saying, "Tell you good news, Guan Anlin is out."
Chen Yuncheng looked very calm, "Really?"
Zhang Wenyong looked at him and stopped laughing, pretending to be surprised, "Why are you unhappy? Before he went in, he always regarded you as his best brother."
Chen Yuncheng smiled lightly, "Of course I'm happy for him."
Zhang Wenyong said: "Since you are happy, don't just talk about it, let's go. I arranged to pick up An Lin tonight, and now I'm here to pick you up."
Chen Yuncheng didn't answer him immediately.
Zhang Wenyong put one arm on the counter and said, "What? You don't give face when Brother Yong came in person?"
"Nothing," Chen Yuncheng said, "Of course I'm going to pick up the wind for An Lin. Brother Yong wait for me, I'll clean up the store, and I'll go with you when the door is closed."
Zhang Wenyong took two steps away from the counter, lit a cigarette and stood smoking on the side of the road. He looked at Chen Yuncheng's dilapidated shop and sneered.
Chen Yuncheng turned off the TV, locked the container of tobacco and alcohol, and then went outside, standing on tiptoe and pulling down the shutter.
During this process, Zhang Wenyong kept smoking a cigarette and watching him.
After finishing everything, Chen Yuncheng said to Zhang Wenyong, "Let's go, Brother Yong."
Zhang Wenyong raised his chin toward the car door, "Get in the car."
Chapter 13
The place to eat is in Fuxianglou, a local restaurant. The restaurant is on the second floor along the street. It is the best time for business in the evening. The lobby is full of guests, and there is a lively noise everywhere.
Chen Yuncheng followed Zhang Wenyong through the crowd, and a waiter greeted them in the middle and took them to the private room inside.
As soon as the private room door opened, Chen Yuncheng saw six or seven people sitting around the round table, all young people, two or three of whom he knew.
Everyone he knew greeted him, and some even stood up and called out "Brother Yong," then nodded to him and called, "Brother Cheng."
Zhang Wenyong sat on the main seat opposite the door and said with a smile, "I still remember your brother." As soon as he sat down, someone handed him a cigarette, and then someone took a lighter to help him light it.
Chen Yuncheng found a seat by himself and sat down.
The private room is not large, the door is closed and the air conditioner is turned on, the whole room is filled with smoke and the air is foul.
The young man sitting next to Chen Yuncheng originally knew him, but at this time he didn't talk to him again, and he didn't even look at him.
Chen Yuncheng was still at ease, he opened his jacket to reveal the cotton shirt inside, glanced around the table, and asked, "Is An Lin here yet?"
Zhang Wenyong answered him with a cigarette in his mouth: "Don't worry, I have already called someone to pick it up."
Chen Yuncheng said quietly, "I'm not in a hurry."
There were five or six plates of cold dishes on the round table, no one touched the chopsticks, everyone was smoking and chatting, only Chen Yuncheng occasionally took a sip from the tea cup in front of him, and soon the cup was exhausted.
No one helped him to continue the tea, and the waiter in the old restaurant was not attentive. He only opened the door and asked if he wanted to serve the food, and then he never came.
Chen Yuncheng put the empty cup back.
After waiting for about 20 minutes, the door of the private room was pushed open again, and a tall and thin young man came in from the door. The young man looked like he was in his twenties. Because of his single eyelids, his eyes were long and narrow, his nose was high, his lips were thin, and his hair was cut so short that he could almost see his scalp.
As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Wenyong stood up immediately and greeted with a smile, "An Lin, you are finally back."