Senior sister, please stop crying. I am really not a scumbag.

Chapter 240 The Taste of Rules

Send money?

Yang Hao was surprised, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Regardless of whether it was vulgar or not, wasn't this too straightforward?
"There are etiquettes for giving money. Listen to me. Take a bank card, put 10 yuan in it, write the password on a piece of paper and stick it on the back of the card. Everyone gives money this way. Besides, what else can you give if not money?"

Yang Hao was silenced.

Yang Dalong laughed and said, "No matter if they are officials or businessmen, giving money is the most straightforward way. Giving cars, houses, and women is too vulgar. To put it bluntly, giving money is the ticket to get in."

"Row."

Yang Hao didn't refuse.

……

After being severely beaten, Liao Junlin and Gao Peng were both admitted to the hospital. The other party really kept his word and paid a large sum of money. Moreover, the other party was very capable. The surveillance camera happened to be broken that day. When the police arrived, the other party insisted that they had fought each other because of a disagreement over a parking space.

Coincidentally, a baton was also found in the trunk of Liao Junlin's car. Liao Junlin didn't want to make a big deal out of this matter. After all, he was a filmmaker and had done illegal things. If the matter got out of hand, he might end up in jail. This was the best outcome.

This is the best way to keep things peaceful.

You can only suffer the loss of being dumb.

At this moment, Gao Peng and Liao Junlin were in the hospital, having just undergone a fixation operation, and they looked at each other in silence.

"Old Liao, if it really doesn't work, why don't you stop pursuing Zuo Xiaoning... Look, what's going on here?"

The good news is that the other party paid a considerable amount of compensation for mental damage, both of them received 4 yuan, and also paid the medical expenses.

Bad news, I couldn't get out of bed for three months.

Liao Junlin gritted his teeth, he couldn't swallow this.

"No! Otherwise, wouldn't I have received this beating for nothing?"

Okay, since you treat me like this.

Then I must get Zuo Xiaoning, and I must get her pregnant.

However, Liao Junlin planned to use this incident to win Zuo Xiaoning's sympathy. He took out his mobile phone, took a selfie, and silently sent it to Zuo Xiaoning.

……

Day three.

Yang Hao got up early in the morning, and Wei Zijin also dressed up beautifully and came to Donghu Garden. She said that she was originally going to go with her father, but her father was afraid that Yang Hao would not go, so he came to urge him.

"Go, why don't you go?"

Yang Hao asked back, then took out the suit he had tailored earlier, put it on his bed, and sprayed some men's perfume on it.

But this car is in trouble.

Because Yang Hao doesn’t have any good cars under his name.

To be precise, there are no good cars under the name of Yaozi Club. Because Yaozi Club is backed by the Eagle Group, its financial structure is complex and involves many gray industries, so it is not suitable to be high-profile. Therefore, the cars under the name of Yaozi Club generally pursue cost-effectiveness and are not expensive. The most are trucks, followed by vans. There is not even a decent good car.

For this reason, Xiaoliu originally planned to rent a car for Yang Hao to show off, but was decisively rejected by Yang Hao. Yang Hao thought that there must be many important people attending such occasions, and he was a junior and was not suitable for being high-profile.

If it attracts everyone's attention, it will be really useless.

It is a rat walking on the gray road and cannot be exposed in the open.

So, Yang Hao decided to drive a simple Volkswagen.

Wei Zijin sat in the car and said, "Brother Yang, my father said that when we get there, you should be less talkative and just give a polite greeting."

"I know."

"Where is the destination? Let me guide you."

"Zijiangshan, Building 3."

Yang Hao: “???” Zijiang Mountain?
Wouldn’t that mean it’s not far from Wei Zijin’s home?

There are only 9 villas in Zijiang Mountain. The people there are either rich or noble. How could they be in Zijiang Mountain?
This made Yang Hao even more curious about who was the host of this graduation banquet.

Watching Wei Zijin take out a small mirror to touch up her makeup, Yang Hao gently asked, "What's this person's last name?"

Wei Zijin said without hesitation: "Liu and Zuo."

Yang Hao thought to himself, as expected.

But how can there be two surnames?

"An official?" Yang Hao asked.

Wei Zijin had no reservations in front of Yang Hao. She would tell him everything she knew. After thinking for a while, she shook her head and said, "Some are officials, some are businessmen. But I heard from my father that the old man of the Zuo family seemed to be a general... The one of the Liu family was an official before, but now he has retired and is not in office."

Yang Hao took a deep breath, opened the window, lit a cigarette, and thought to himself, damn, isn't the 100,000 yuan in my pocket too stingy?
The old man of the Zuo family, dating back decades, wow.

I drove into Zijiang Mountain with a heavy heart. When I was on the bridge, I found a gate and the road was closed.

Zijiang Mountain is an island in the middle of a lake. There is a bridge outside that goes straight into the mountain. The road has never been closed before, but today it was closed for the first time.

A man wearing sunglasses who looked like a bodyguard came over and knocked on the car window. Yang Hao had no choice but to lower the window. The man said expressionlessly, "Invitation."

Wei Zijin hurriedly took out a black note from her small leather bag and handed it to Yang Hao.

After confirming that everything was correct, the big man nodded and waved his hand, and the railing slowly rose and let them pass.

Zijiang Mountain is actually very large, with beautiful scenery on the periphery. When you get on the ring road around the mountain, there are cars parked everywhere, all of which are luxury cars. Yang Hao's car of this level looks shabby. Moreover, there are not only local license plates, but also many out-of-town license plates.

Yang Hao found a random place to park the car because there were already people walking up the mountain.

When they saw Yang Hao's car, they looked at him strangely from time to time. Those who came here were all well-mannered and it was impossible for them to have contempt written on their faces. They were just confused. When they saw that the people who got off the car were a young man and a woman, they were even more confused.

Feeling so many people looking at him, Yang Hao's face burned hot, and he said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I embarrassed you by driving this car."

Wei Zijin didn't care about that and said innocently, "No, I think it's fine."

Climbing the mountain is also a technical job.

Because the road is crooked, it takes about 2 kilometers to walk.

The higher you go, the more lively it becomes.

Finally, we arrived at Building 3.

I thought it was just a villa, but it turned out to be a complex of buildings.

In fact, the villas on Zijiang Mountain are similar to manors, or manor houses... and the group of buildings here are all Chinese-style buildings. It is impossible to estimate the area they cover. It can only be said that it is quite lively. There are two huge stone statues of Suanni at the door.

Not angry.

This is not the rubbish Suanni in the Yaozi Society Temple. It is majestic and grand. In short, when you come here, you feel that you cannot speak too loudly.

It seems... there is a sense of rules in the air.

There were two men wearing sunglasses who looked like bodyguards at the door, collecting invitations one by one.

Yang Hao hurriedly handed over the invitation, while the other person accepted the gift.

Also hand over your bank card.

The man looked at the invitation, put it away expressionlessly, bowed slightly, and let it go.

After coming in, the pressure was even greater, to be more precise, it was Alexander.

Outside the compound, there were many tables and chairs displayed in a self-service mode, and many men and women in formal clothes were walking around, smiling and holding wine glasses.

Wei Zijin felt a little bored, so he pulled Yang Hao to get a plate, put some food on it, and then found a corner to feast on it.

(End of this chapter)