Chapter 178 The 178th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 178 The 178th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

"Young Master Zhao, let me toast you."

If Chen Bo were here, he would definitely recognize the person who said this; it could only be Young Master Lin.

Normally, Young Master Lin is arrogant and doesn't take ordinary people seriously, but now he is very respectful to Zhao Heng, who is sitting in the head seat, and even lowers his wine glass.

Zhao Heng waved his hand, "Lin Lao Er, why are you giving me this crap? We're not strangers."

"I admire you, Young Master Zhao. The money you've made in Hainan these past two years is truly enormous." Young Master Lin looked at Zhao Henghe with eyes full of admiration, then glanced around at everyone. "I propose that we all toast Young Master Zhao, not just me. If it weren't for Young Master Zhao leading us to wealth, we wouldn't be so rich now."

Tonight, this private room is filled with Zhao Heng and his close friends.

Everyone followed his lead.

Upon hearing what Young Master Lin said, they all picked up their wine glasses and toasted Zhao Heng.

Wang Xinghai was one of them.

The party didn't end until after 3 a.m.

Zhao Heng stayed at the back, leaving only him and Wang Xinghai in the private room.

Wang Xinghai stepped forward to light a cigarette for Zhao Henghe. With a flick of the spark, Zhao Henghe took a drag, slowly exhaled, and looked at Wang Xinghai. "How did things get so messed up?"

Wang Xinghai didn't dare to breathe loudly and whispered, "Young Master Zhao, it was all an accident. We were originally going to use Lin Qingfeng to drag Chen Bozheng down with us, but who knew someone would report us, and then..."

"So what? Zhao Shao has paved the way for so long, and you've just ruined it like this."

Without saying a word, Young Master Lin slapped Wang Xinghai hard across the face, making the man's face swell up.

Wang Xinghai dared not dodge: "Yes, it's my fault, Young Master Zhao, please give me a chance, I will definitely make up for it."

"Make amends? How are you going to make amends? You're wanted by the police now, so you'd better hide."

Zhao Heng said bluntly, pointing at Wang Xinghai, "After this year, I'll send you abroad, so you won't drag me down with you!"

"About the money—" Wang Xinghai was secretly delighted.

Going abroad is a great thing. If you can go to the United States, you can make a fortune. I heard that you can buy a house by washing dishes in the United States!

Zhao Heng took a drag of his cigarette and ignored Wang Xinghai.

Young Master Lin sneered and said disdainfully, "Young Master Zhao has earned billions in Hainan. Do you think he would shortchange you? Don't worry, he won't treat you unfairly."

"Thank you so much, Young Master Zhao! Thank you so much, Young Master Zhao!"

Wang Xinghai was overjoyed before leaving.

Zhao Henghe watched his retreating figure, his eyes thoughtful. He stood up, and the driver draped a coat over him. Zhao Henghe said to Young Master Lin, "Find someone to clean it up."

Young Master Lin nodded. "That bastard is more trouble than he's worth. We've wasted a year raising him, what a waste of our money. Young Master Zhao, that Chen Bozheng guy—"

Zhao Heng made a stop gesture. "No rush. Help me arrange to meet Wang Xun later."

The Zhao family lived in a large compound within the Second Ring Road. Late at night, the driver took Zhao Henghe to the front of a detached house.

He went straight to the kitchen after entering the house, and just as he opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of Evian, the kitchen light came on.

Zhao Heng was startled and instinctively gripped the pistol at his waist. When he looked up and saw the person who had turned on the light, he was stunned: "Brother, when did you get back?"

Zhao Qunhe walked over and put the Evian tea he was holding back in the refrigerator. "You smell like you've been drinking. Let me make you a cup of tea."

"No need for that, I'll just drink this to save time," Zhao Henghe said.

Zhao Qunhe glanced at Zhao Henghe, then turned and walked towards the living room.

Zhao Heng hesitated, wanting to say something but then reluctantly followed.

The living room was furnished with antique rosewood furniture. Zhao Qunhe was skilled at brewing tea, but Zhao Henghe felt rather uneasy.

"You used to really like Sparrow Tongue Tea, I wonder if it still suits your taste now." Zhao Qunhe handed a cup of tea to Zhao Henghe.

Zhao Henghe took the cup and said with a smile, "My brother is so kind to me, he even remembers that I like this tea. However, I haven't had tea in a while."

"That's true. I heard you were living a life of debauchery in Hainan, casually opening bottles of wine worth hundreds of thousands of yuan. You, Young Master Zhao, are quite famous, so I suppose you wouldn't be interested in this sparrow tongue tea that costs only a few dozen yuan per kilogram."

Zhao Qun said calmly.

Zhao Henghe's expression changed slightly, his hand trembled, and tea splashed onto his fingers, burning him. He put down the teacup and looked up at Zhao Qunhe, "Brother, have you heard something? A bottle of red wine costing hundreds of thousands is too much of an honor for me. I have made some money, but it's all clean."

Zhao Qun looked back at him and said, "Henghe, Mom is asleep, so there's no need for us to pretend we don't know. Is your way of making money clean? Look at the state of the housing market in Hainan that you've messed up. What's the difference between you and a corrupt official doing this?"

Zhao Henghe's face was very ugly, but he didn't get angry. He suppressed his anger and said, "Brother, if that's how you think, then there's nothing I can do. The housing prices in Hainan are not my achievement alone. I didn't make that money; others did too. If you can't stand it, I'll leave now."

He stood up, picked up his coat that had slipped off, and prepared to leave.

"Stop!" Zhao Qunhe suddenly stood up and shouted at him.

Zhao Heng stopped in his tracks. He felt a mixture of fear and awe towards this elder brother.

Zhao Qunhe said calmly, "Mom's health isn't good. Now that you're back, you should stay home and keep her company these days. I can ignore everything else, but you must stay home for a full month this Chinese New Year."

Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan met Wang Hui the following afternoon.

Wang Hui rushed in, grabbed a glass of cola from the table, and downed it in one gulp. He wasn't wearing a police uniform, but his aura was clearly different from that of an ordinary person. "You could have just asked me to come anywhere, why did you come to KFC? I heard it's not cheap here. The water is pretty good though."

"This is cola. You've never had it before?"

Wen Chan smiled and said, "We didn't know what you liked to eat, so we ordered a hamburger and fries. Since you said you were short on time, we took the liberty of ordering them."

Wang Hui casually picked up a hamburger and took a bite. "There's nothing we can do. It's the end of the year, so there are a lot of petty thefts, fights, and disturbances. Our police station is busy. Get to the point."

Chen Bo handed the note to Wang Hui: "This is the place where we saw Wang Xinghai last night, along with the license plate number. We're sure it's him, but we didn't know the situation at the time, so we didn't follow him."

Wang Hui took the note, glanced at it, and narrowed his eyes. "This place is quite upscale. How many people are with Wang Xinghai if he goes there?"

Wen Chan has a good memory. "There were about seven or eight people, but we're not entirely sure how many accomplices they had."