20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 379: Gold cannot be exchanged, but snow is red

The sea breeze blew gently, and the night slowly enveloped the place.

The colorful neon tubes flash and change alternately, which is the blood of the city.

Dalini Club.

A large entertainment hall next to the beach, it has a banquet hall, new-style guest rooms, and a Western casino. But the most iconic one is the open-air dance floor on the fourth floor of the hall, which overlooks the sea.

The guests who come to this game are all kinds of people, including dignitaries from all walks of life and celebrities in society.

Passing through the slums, you can hear the playfulness of Mr. Kuo and Miss Fu from afar.

Jiang Lianheng changed into a decent black suit, with a ring of snow-white shirt exposed at the collar and wrists.

After combing his oily hair and putting on a tie, when he came to the door of the club, he didn't forget to stop and ask Zhao Guoyan, how does this outfit look?
"Very cool!"

Zhao Guoyan looked up and down. He himself was similarly dressed.

It's not that they forgot to act low-key, but that in this kind of occasion, only dressing like this will not look dazzling.

After tipping the greeter, the two of them walked into the Dalini Club one after another.

As we approached the open-air dance floor on the top floor, the sound of music mixed with the waves gradually became clearer.

Either Tchaikovsky's "Waltz of the Flowers" or Strauss's "The Blue Danube" - that's what the sign said.

Jiang Lianheng and Zhao Guoyan paid the admission fee, each ordered a glass of champagne and took it in their hands. They walked around the venue, looking left and right.

Drinks were served at the entrance to the open-air dance floor. The Western band sat on a circular platform in the center of the dance floor. Men and women danced and hugged each other. The remaining guests were scattered everywhere, in small groups, standing next to the stone railings, facing the cruise ships on the sea. , chatting.

Jiang Lianheng didn't take much effort to find the young couple in the crowd.

In other words, he found that woman.

She was wearing a navy blue cheongsam embroidered with golden chrysanthemums, with a spring-like smile, lightly swept eyebrows, and a glass of red wine in her hand. She looked very fashionable. She was not dancing at the moment, but was standing on the edge of the stone railing, joking with the man in front of her. .

Occasionally, an old foreigner would come up to her and chatter a few words, as if he wanted to invite her to dance, but he failed.

The man next to her looked proud because of this.

"Brother Dao, don't just show off!" Zhao Guoyan reminded in a low voice, "Do we still want to touch the code?"

Jiang Lianheng suddenly came back to his senses. After responding, he remembered to scan the open-air dance floor.

Finally, his eyes stopped at the corner where desserts were served.

A waiter wearing a silver-grey vest was standing there with his hands behind his back.

Coincidentally, the other party was also looking around for something.

The two quickly spotted each other and nodded to each other across the crowd.

Jiang Lianheng walked towards him, picking the desserts on the table, and asked without raising his head, "Xiao Gu?"

The waiter was noncommittal and just said "wait a moment", then picked up the tray and walked slowly around the dance floor, asking the guests one by one if they wanted dessert.

Jiang Lianheng did not rush, and waited quietly in place as promised to Kang Zheng in the Yamato Hotel.

He doesn't know the other party's business yet, and he doesn't intend to mess with it.

After a while, the waiter walked up to the young couple and asked, as he did to all guests, if they wanted dessert.

Just walking by without any intention of stopping.

The woman waved her hand impatiently, and the waiter walked away.

Then, she seemed to say a few words casually to the man next to her. After hearing this, the man nodded eagerly, then stepped away and quickly left the open-air dance floor with a smile on his face.

Just when she was confused, she suddenly turned her face, and a breathtaking gaze passed through the crowd, like a javelin, piercing it with precision.

In an instant, their eyes met.

Jiang Lianheng's heart tightened, he felt as if someone had slapped him in the face, his skin and flesh were on fire, and his head was buzzing.

He raised his hand and loosened his tie, feeling that his whole body was getting hot and hot.

At the same time, the waiter came back and muttered quickly: "Ten minutes!"

After saying that, he immediately stood in front of Zhao Guoyan: "I can only go to one."

Zhao Guoyan smiled disdainfully, but didn't say much.

Jiang Lianheng had already taken steps, and by some strange combination of circumstances, he was slowly walking towards his so-called enemy from his previous life.

The woman crossed her arms, put the red wine glass in her hand to her lips, and sipped gently, just like her attitude towards all men, she stood there from beginning to end, never moving to greet each other, but just watching silently. Watch them approach slowly and throw yourself into a trap!
She seems to be very aware of how beautiful she is, and she uses it to the extreme without restraint.

The sea breeze blew from behind her, and Jiang Lianheng smelled a faint scent of soap.

He was a little nervous and his heart was beating crazy!
This embarrassment of worrying about gains and losses could not escape the woman's eyes.

She smiled sarcastically, turned away, picked up the glass, and thought: Another bad idea! Jiang Lianheng also felt that he was a bit cowardly, and he secretly decided that when he got close, he would show her his hand in front of her to calm the scene.

So, he cleared his throat, stepped forward, slightly raised the champagne in his hand, and spoke in a foreign language confidently and somewhat coquettishly.

"Hello! Nestomidiuer!"

"puff!"

The woman choked hard, quickly took away the goblet, and coughed twice while holding on to the stone railing, causing tears to flow from the corners of her eyes.

Once the serious atmosphere is broken, it is difficult for people to be serious again.

"Don't show off if you don't speak foreign languages!" The woman couldn't laugh or cry.

Jiang Lianheng was a little embarrassed: "I'm not wrong, it's just a bit of an accent."

"A little bit?" The woman's eyes widened, and then she giggled again, "How dare you say that!"

As I got closer, I realized that she was not actually arrogant or arrogant. Instead, she had a very lively personality.

She is about the same age as Jiang Lianheng, but she feels much younger, both in appearance and inwardly.

Seeing her smile, Jiang Lianheng also giggled twice.

Unexpectedly, when he smiled, she stopped smiling.

"It's you I'm laughing at, who are you laughing at?" the woman suddenly asked in a cold voice, her face changing faster than turning the page of a book.

Jiang Lianheng was stunned. He usually had a razor-sharp mouth and spoke directly to hurt people, but now he became mute.

The woman suddenly came forward again, very close to her, raised her pretty face, stared into Jiang Lianheng's eyes for a moment, then smiled charmingly, with a hint of provocation in her tone: "Hey, I'm obsessed. Me?"

"Indeed!" Jiang Lianheng said without hesitation.

However, women have already put this problem behind them.

She looked solemn, as if she had found something important on Jiang Lianheng's face. After pondering for a long time, she asked, "Have you ever been bitten by a dog when you were a child?"

Jiang Lianheng subconsciously touched his brow bone and said somewhat unhappily: "I've always looked like this..."

"You can just talk nonsense here! Ah!" The woman's face suddenly changed again, "Are you still talking about business?"

"What am I talking about?" Jiang Lianheng asked, dumbfounded.

This woman's thoughts are really jumping around too much.

She seemed to be interested in everything, and she seemed to be indifferent to everything.

At this moment, the woman placed the goblet on the stone railing, held her chin with one hand, and suddenly looked blankly at the dark sea.

The evening breeze blew the strands of hair around her ears, making her look a little sad.

In just three or two minutes, this woman's expression has changed countless times, sometimes arrogant, sometimes lively, sometimes charming, sometimes cold. Which one is true and which one is false is unpredictable.

This may be her unique temptation when walking in the world.

Jiang Lianhengzheng didn't understand, but he also realized that it was time to get down to business.

Following the rules of the arena, he touched the code wheel and said: "La Man'er, take a walk on the antenna and call the number 'Ghost slaps the door'!"

"I've never heard of it." The woman couldn't help but frown, "This is too ugly!"

"Then - you also want to show off?"

The woman seemed tired and said lazily: "Gold is not exchanged for gold, but snow is red."

"Do you have two more numbers?"

"These are all called out by others. I don't have the heart to deal with these vain things."

The same goes for Jiang Lianheng himself. He has never given himself the name "Guipamen", and he doesn't know when he started calling him that because of the Chinese characters on the antenna.

"Madam, since we have a deal, according to the rules of the world, we should be open and honest." Jiang Lianheng said, "I have a brother in your hands. You have business and don't want to be disrupted. If we are sincere, let's make peace with each other." Bottom, how’s it going?”

"That's best. It saves you guys from causing trouble and makes me defenseless at all."

"I'm in Xiajiang Lianheng. May I ask who your lady is?"

"Don't keep calling me madam, I'm not married yet!"

"Ah, that's disrespectful. How dare I ask the heroine's name?"

Red in the snow?
Xueli should be innocent!

The woman smiled sweetly, turned the goblet twice on the stone railing, and said in a daze, "Xue Yingqing!"

(End of this chapter)