Chapter 27
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At the end of October, Dongzhou City could already feel the chill. The moment Lu Yiwei took off his clothes, he couldn't help but shiver. He put on his swimming trunks and quickly dived into the hot spring. The temperature in the hot spring pool was around 20 degrees. Lu Yiwei immediately felt his whole body relax as his fatigue disappeared. Enjoying the natural scenery, tasting the French red wine, and having beautiful waitresses by his side, this kind of life was simply the enjoyment of a king.
The moment Lu Yiwei took off his clothes, Shen Rong sneaked a few glances and couldn't help but sigh, "This body is the best I've seen since I started working here." Lu Yiwei was 1.8 meters tall. His smooth and firm skin didn't have a trace of excess fat, nor did he have a single scar. According to the words of the collection industry, he was "in good condition and in top quality". Looking at Niu Fuyong, he was fat with a big belly. His arms and back were engraved with colorful tattoos, and on his wrists were the words "loyal" and "filial". There were two obvious long and narrow scars on his shoulder blades. Although they were covered by the tattoos, the cuts were deeper than the tattoos. The scars were still vivid in the passage of time, recording an unbearable past.
Niu Fuyong lay down in the hot spring and drank a mouthful of red wine. He closed his eyes and rubbed his swollen head with his hands. He casually asked, "Brother Lu, how's the harvest of your orchard this year?"
Lu Yiwei's liver and kidneys were strong. At this moment, he had completely sobered up. His right hand held the wine glass and rubbed it back and forth between his fingers. He said, "So-so, not bad."
Niu Fuyong opened his eyes and said, "I told you to follow me a long time ago, but you just wouldn't listen. No matter how high the profit of the orchard is, it's only a small amount of money. Now that the coal market is tight, a week's profit is equivalent to a year's profit. Listen to your brother, follow me. "
These words of Niu Fuyong weren't fake, they were sincere. The friendship between the two had lasted for four years. It wasn't long, but it wasn't short either. They had gotten to know each other through a drinking contest, and now, they had become close friends. In the eyes of outsiders, Lu Yiwei was only interested in Niu Fuyong's money.
On the contrary, when Lu Yiwei first arrived, he didn't bother to hang out with hooligans like Niu Fuyong who relied on robbers to get rich. On the contrary, Niu Fuyong often looked for Lu Yiwei to drink and eat to strengthen their relationship. Using Niu Fuyong's words, "Although I haven't read many books in my life, I admire scholars the most." Of course, this was only one of the prerequisites for being friends.
After spending some time with Niu Fuyong, Lu Yiwei realized that Niu Fuyong was not a "foolish and bold" man. Underneath his boorishness, he was meticulous. Although he often punched and kicked his wife, he was very filial to his elderly mother. This showed that his conscience wasn't occupied by money. A man of iron blood still had a trace of gentleness and chivalry. In addition, Niu Fuyong was meticulous and could see through other people's thoughts.
When Lu Yiwei first started his orchard business, he had to raise money everywhere due to a lack of funds. However, he had never spoken to Niu Fuyong. When Niu Fuyong found out about this, he found a local bank to give him an interest-free loan, indirectly helping Lu Yiwei to tide over this difficult time. If Niu Fuyong threw a few hundred thousand to Lu Yiwei, it would hurt his pride, and it would also cause a rift in their relationship. He understood Lu Yiwei. He was a proud and aloof person and hated it when people showed off in front of him.
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