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Chapter 288 Chapter 286 Tazhai Storm ([-])

Chapter 286 The Storm in Tazhai ([-])

Dongshan City, an inconspicuous billiard room.

Dai Anguo, in his twenties, held a toothpick in his mouth and stared straight ahead. He squatted on the rocks in front of the billiard room, looking like a punk who couldn't get over a hundred beatings. .

From time to time, when he saw a pretty little sister, he would blow a hooligan whistle.

But when he saw Lin Dabao, who was lean and short with short hair.

Dai Anguo couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and then he shouted in a tone that he didn't want to beat:
"Hey, isn't this Lin Dabao? Didn't he go to get rich recently? Why do you have time to come to my little shop?"

Lin Dabao rolled his eyes, laughed and cursed angrily:
"Fuck you, Dai Guohua, it's my fault to treat you to dinner out of kindness?"

The two were classmates and grew up together.

Although they are not from the same village, they have become very good friends because their personalities are very compatible.

Unlike Lin Dabao, Dai Anguo had nothing to do when he was an adult, he didn't like doing business, and he had no interest in being an official, so he asked his father for some money to open a billiard room in Dongshan City.

In a place like the billiard room where dragons and snakes are mixed, Dai An Guo has a bold personality, but he is not lacking in tact and sophistication.

Yangchun Baixue, from Lower Liba, even if they are not familiar with each other, but Dai Anguo can talk to you a few words.

So when he decided to investigate Chen Changqing's identity, the first thing that came to Lin Dabao's mind was Dai Anguo.

As Lin Dabao's words fell, Dai Guohua couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and then complained:

"Bring me to dinner? How can you be so kind? I haven't contacted you for more than half a year, and I thought you were dead."

Embarrassment flashed across Lin Dabao's eyes, and he looked helplessly at Dai Guohua:
"Ahem, it's almost over. It's not like you don't know what's going on in our family."

The two are friends, and Dai Guohua is well-informed.

Even though he doesn't care much about it on weekdays, Lin Dabao is his brother after all, so Dai Guohua is quite clear about what happened in Tazhai in the past six months.

But it was precisely because he was clear that a dissatisfaction flashed in Dai Guohua's eyes:
"Tazhai? I didn't say, is your father sick? If you don't earn good money, why go to Tazhai to take this muddy water?"

In Dai Guohua's view, Lin Dabao's father, Lin Zonghui, was sick.

It's a good little life, but he had to go to Tazhai to touch this muddy water. Lin Yaodong has been in Xiangjiang for so many years, he is rich and powerful, and Tazhai has two younger brothers who have become famous.

Come back now and say that you want to run for the patriarch.

If he was not sure, would he say such a thing?
However, Lin Dabao's father had to fight Lin Yaodong.

Well now, I don't know if he can be selected, but his son has been forced to run out now, who knows what will happen next.

You know, Tazhai is such a poor place, the ghost knows what will happen.

And what Dai Guohua said, Lin Dabao actually knew in his heart.

At the beginning, he did not support his father competing with Uncle Dong for the head of the Tazhai clan, but his father had been a soldier and had a stubborn personality.

"What can I do, he is my father after all. Okay, let's not talk about this, I asked you to check things for me, how is the investigation going now?"

Throwing the toothpick in his mouth casually, Dai Guohua rolled his eyes angrily:

"When did you lose the chain? I called and asked. There is such a company in Xiangjiang called Baile. It is said that the scale is not small. The boss is called Chen Changqing. He is very young. It is similar to what you said. It should not be a liar."

"Thanks, I'll order two more big kidneys for you tonight."

Lin Dabao shouted happily, although he didn't think Chen Changqing was a liar from the bottom of his heart, but it's better to be cautious about such things.

Dai Guohua on the opposite side pouted, as if he was going to kill you tonight:

"You go, I want to eat big lobster."

Lin Dabao waved his hands, pretending to be helpless:

"Okay, okay, I'll order you two big lobsters."

Seeing that the other party's attitude was quite sincere, Lin Dabao nodded in satisfaction.

In fact, he also understands that Lin Dabao hasn't contacted him for more than half a year, not because the relationship between the two parties is unfamiliar, but because he is afraid of affecting him. After all, that Uncle Dong in Tazhai doesn't seem like a good person.

But it was precisely because he understood that Dai Guohua was a little angry.

But the next moment, when Dai Guohua got up, patted his pants, and was about to go to the hotel to kill Lin Dabao, something came to his mind, which made him ask:

"That's about the same. By the way, what's the situation with your dad?"

Lin Dabao nodded, with some curiosity in his eyes:
"It's okay, it's fine, what's the matter?"

With some thought in his expression, Dai Guohua hesitated for a moment, and said pointedly: "Maybe I was wrong. I seemed to see Chen Guangrong driving to your Tazhai in the evening."

Lin Dabao shook his head, he smiled and waved his hands:
"It's probably because you read it wrong, it's all right, clean it up, and treat you to a barbecue."

Dai Guohua glanced at Lin Dabao and said nothing.

Brother for many years, he knows Lin Dabao well, some things can't be said too clearly, he can only pat him on the shoulder.

On the other side, a small two-story western-style building located in Tazhai.

In the kitchen on the first floor, Alan, who is in his 40s, stands in front of the stove.

In the large iron pan in front of him was boiling hot oil, and there were pieces of crispy meat fried until golden.

In the stainless steel iron basin next to it, there is still a small basin of crispy meat that has not been fried.

This is Lin Dabao's favorite dish. When he was a child, his family was poor, but it wasn't that he was poor.

At that time, everyone was poor, let alone eating meat, it was not easy to be full, but Alan had a pair of skillful hands, and could always create a different kind of delicacy with simple ingredients.

But what impresses the family the most is a must-have dish for every household during the Chinese New Year—fried crispy pork.

The crispy pork from Lin Zonghui's family is very delicious. The skin is golden and crispy. One bite is full of fragrance, and it can be eaten after frying. It only needs to be served with a little salt and pepper. It tastes crispy and delicious.

Of course, you can also steam crispy meat, or cook hot pot.

In short, this dish is Alan's specialty, and it is also the favorite dish of father and son Lin Zonghui and Lin Dabao.

On the second floor of the two-story small western-style building, there is a row of raised grape racks on the roof of the first floor.

Under the huge grape leaves, there are bunches of purple-red grapes hidden. In summer, the house is hot, so most villagers like to cool off on the roof.

Sitting on a rattan chair, there was a half bottle of wine on the small table in front of him. Lin Zonghui liked to drink some tea on weekdays, but today he was happy, so he took out the old wine that he hadn't finished last time.

Poured himself a glass, Lin Zonghui took a sip beautifully.

There was a sound from outside, and Alan was still wearing an apron around his waist. Alan was holding an orchid porcelain plate in his hand, and inside was a small plate of fried crispy meat with pepper, salt and chili powder.

But when Alan went upstairs?
The first time he saw Lin Zonghui sitting on the wicker chair, his brows were furrowed, his eyes flickered uncertainly, and he looked like he was about to eat people.

This made Alan stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked:
"what happened?"

Thinking of the car that passed by his door a minute ago, Lin Zonghui's face became even more ugly.

Small cars are nothing, his family also has small cars, and the price is more expensive.

What really made him look ugly was because the owner of this car was Chen Guangrong!
Seeing the car drive all the way to the village, and finally stopped in front of Lin Yaodong's house, although his face was extremely gloomy, Lin Zonghui finally shook his head, took a deep breath, and said almost gnashing his teeth:

"It's all right, nothing at all."

(End of this chapter)