Something was wrong with Zhao Jinshan.

After a chirping noise, the four of them sat separately. Gao Sizhong sat in the main seat, and Fang Buwei sat next to him. Director Sun and Zhao Jinshan sat in the lower head.

When asking for help, you will naturally make great efforts. Zhao Jinshan is expensive and has given up everything. In a short while, the dishes are piled up, and the table is full.

I intentionally or unintentionally made a few words with Zhao Jinshan, but Fang Buwei was sure that it was definitely the first time Zhao Jinshan saw him.

You must check it after you go back.

Just because Zhao Jinshan had never seen him before, but knew him in advance, he felt that there was something wrong.

The lights intertwined, and the wine was dry.

With the intentional flattery of Director Sun and Zhao Jinshan, Gao Sizhong also cooperated quite well, and the atmosphere between the table was not too lively.

Only Fang Buwei was deliberately taciturn and wanted these three people to ignore him as much as possible.

But Zhao Jinshan would still peek at him from time to time.

Fang Bubu just cooks without knowing it, and eats delicious food.

There were no additives to Jihe chemical condiments in this era. Even poultry and livestock were fed purely natural, and the taste was indeed extraordinary.

As long as someone toasted, Fang Buwei never refused, but he drank more than anyone else. But the other three tongues were almost knotted, and he still remained calm.

The banquet was not over until Gao Sizhong was about to get under the table.

All night, no one mentioned the release of people, and they talked about all the love and love stories.

He didn't even give Gao Sizhong the chance to be a big shot.

This is the smart person.

It was not until he left that Zhao Jinshan took out two boxes and pushed them in front of the two people.

Gao Sizhong just smiled and said nothing, and pushed it all to Fang Buwei.

Fang Buwei naturally didn't say much, and he received it in his arms.

Director Sun and Zhao Jinshan sent the two people downstairs. Seeing Gao Sizhong and Fang Buwei getting on the car, Zhao Jinshan frowned and asked Director Sun: "What is the origin of this surname Fang? He looks young, so why is his power greater than Gao Sizhong?"

"I didn't understand it either!" Director Sun shook his head, "But this person surnamed Fang is indeed just a team leader of the secret service. Maybe he has some powerful relationships, and he can't say he is a relative of Director Ma."

During the whole process of the banquet, both of them saw that Gao Sizhong's attitude of not doing anything was to serve the same person.

But seeing Fang Buwei, most of the time, he just responded like "Yeah, ah", which was obviously perfunctory.

But Gao Sizhong didn't care at all?

Zhao Jinshan felt like a stone was pressing down on him, which made him breathless.

He knew much more than Director Sun. At least he knew that Fang Buweizhen had no strong relationship. He only had an uncle who was the deputy director of the Military Law Department of the Army Administration. In other words, even Director Sun's NBN was not as good as Director Sun's NBN.

After getting on the bus, Gao Sizhong's drunken eyes were like smoke blown away by the wind, and it disappeared cleanly in the blink of an eye.

Fang Buwei looked at him dumbfoundedly: "Are you drunk?"

Gao Sizhong shook his head, squirted with alcohol and said, "It's almost time, it's only three or five cups!"

"Look at it, what is it?" Gao Si pointed to the two boxes that Fang Buwei threw in the back seat with one middle finger.

What else can be, it can only be gold.

When I was in the restaurant, Fang Buwei guessed the weight of the box as soon as he got started.

Fang Buwei made two windfalls and no longer valued such a little money. He threw the box to Gao Sizhong directly.

After Gao Sizhong opened it, he saw that the box was filled with big yellow croaker.

Gao Sizhong counted the numbers and found that there were a total of forty, which was equivalent to giving away 200 taels per person.

"Such a big deal?" Gao Sizhong was shocked.

The official price is more than 40 silver dollars per two red gold, but the black market price is even more than 100 yuan.

Antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times. In this era, no one would be so stupid as to go to the bank to exchange gold into silver dollars.

On the contrary, countless senior officials and tycoons wanted to exchange their wealth for gold and dollars, but they were unavailable.

Two hundred taels of gold are more than 20,000 yuan.

Fang Buwei calculated the account early, and only looked at the price, it would definitely be lower. However, considering multiple factors, a silver dollar in this era is more valuable than a hundred yuan in later generations.

After all, Zhao Jinshan took action and found that he had four million yuan?

Fang Buwei finally woke up.

Just a few subordinates, they actually produced such a lot of blood?

With this money, who can't recruit?

Could it be that it is mixed with copper or lead?

Fang Buwei subconsciously picked up a piece of gold.

When he saw the mark on it, he was shocked.
Chapter completed!