Chapter 303
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At 3: 40 p.m. on May 3rd, Mr. Zhang, who had to go out alone because Yang Xue was at Gu Xiaojuan's house, met the Jiang father and son again.
When Jiang Shaofu found him, he was sitting in an inconspicuous vermicelli shop on the street. He really didn't eat enough at the wedding banquet.
"Come, sit."
Zhang Jue greeted the father and son.
Although the Jiang family's ancestral home was Counterstrike, they had always been rich. They would never come to such a small shop on the street.
Their high-end suits and shiny leather shoes were out of place in this vermicelli shop with only a few tables.
The lady boss of the kitchen looked at them strangely.
She didn't know why these two people, who looked like big bosses, were so respectful and careful in front of a young man.
Zhang Jue sucked on the powder and asked, "Are the two of you hungry? Do you want a bowl? It's on me. "
"…"
For some reason, Jiang Shaofu thought of the millions that Zhang Jue had spent on him and felt a little distressed.
He quickly waved his hand. "No, Mr. Zhang can eat it himself. We're not hungry."
"Sigh, no luck." Zhang Jue picked up the mineral water next to him, took a big gulp, and then made a sound of satisfaction.
"Let me tell you, if you want to eat vermicelli, you have to come to a small shop like this. The high-end shops that you often go to, even if they sell vermicelli, don't have this taste."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhang is right." The two authentic Counterstrike people nodded and didn't dare to refute Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue opened the vinegar next to him and dripped a few drops into his bowl. Suddenly, the aroma filled the air.
"Why did you come to me? Did you find the thing? "He took a big bite.
"Uh … Yes."
Jiang Bingkuo's face was a little embarrassed. He took out the broken box from behind him and said, "We found it, but the box has been destroyed by the criminals. Mr. Du told my father not to let us open it, so we don't know if the things inside are intact. If the things are damaged, our Jiang family will not be able to absolve ourselves from the blame …"
Jiang Bingkuo lied while looking at Zhang Jue's expression.
Hearing that the box was broken, Zhang Jue was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "It's okay. Let me have a look."
Jiang Bingkuo carefully handed the box to Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue took the box and placed it on his lap. He didn't avoid them and opened it on the spot.
Jiang Shaofu and Jiang Bingkuo both looked at him nervously.
Zhang Jue nodded in satisfaction when he saw the silk banner in the box and the signatures of the 13 O5s.
After such a long time, although there were some twists and turns, the Agency had finally fulfilled its promise to him.
At least they knew what was good for them.
"There's no problem." Zhang Jue closed the box and said to Jiang Bingkuo with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Uh … Really?" Jiang Bingkuo was in disbelief.
Zhang Jue looked at him and said, "What do you think is wrong?"
Jiang Bingkuo quickly waved his hand and said, "That's good. That's good."
"Is there anything else?" Zhang Jue looked at the noodles in front of him. It didn't taste good if it was left for too long.
"Yes … There's something else." Seeing that Zhang Jue wanted to send them off, Jiang Bingkuo quickly said, "Mr. Zhang, this is the first time you came to Counter-Strike. We haven't done our duty as hosts yet. Mr. Zhang, when is it convenient for you, let's have a meal together."
"Eating …" Zhang Jue chuckled and looked at Jiang Shaofu. "Brother Shaofu and I have already eaten, right, Brother Jiang?"
Jiang Shaofu was very embarrassed. That meal was mainly to please Yang Xue.
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