The Eighth Section of The Idle Rich

  Everyone was invited to the club's dance hall, and Zhao Deshan also took the opportunity to shake off these elder brothers. He had no freedom with them together, and he didn't want to spend an evening with his hands tied in front of his big brother.

  On the way, Zhao Guotang also asked about Fangzi's situation. Fangzi didn't hide anything from Zhao Guotang either. The work in the boiler room was really not suitable for humans, it was tiring and had no fixed schedule, and the salary was low. But now that he could have a job at all was already good enough. Adding to this his father's situation, he could only grit his teeth and bear with it. What made him most angry was that those colleagues of his would always say some cold words to belittle him, which caused him the most pain.

  The club's dance floor is very large, enough to accommodate one or two hundred people. The equipment is also quite good, with four rolling ball spotlights and a large rotating lamp in the middle that rotates at a uniform speed with the music, creating a dizzying feeling throughout the hall.

  Zhao Guotong also hung out in several dance halls in Jiangkou County while working on cases with the criminal police team. The dance hall at the factory was much better than those in the county town, both in terms of equipment and atmosphere. The lighting was also very bright, unlike some county town dance halls that had a dark and shady atmosphere that catered to certain people.

  When Zhao Guodong and his group arrived at the entrance of the dance hall, the dance had already started. The elegant music was playing, and young men and women were dancing in the dance pool with flying colors. Those who couldn't find a partner simply paired up with someone of the same sex, which was also a common problem in the textile factory where there were more girls than boys, so those who couldn't find a suitable partner just had to make do.

  "Huh? Whose car is this?" Zhao Guotang's eyes were sharp, and at a glance, he saw a coffee-colored Lanbird sedan parked in front of the club entrance. The letters BULUBIRD2.0 and Arabic numerals were quite eye-catching, and the Guangdong 01 prefix on the license plate made Zhao Guotang very sensitive.

  Most of these imported cars flowing into the mainland are somewhat mysterious, to put it bluntly, they are smuggled cars. When county-level cadres were still struggling for a Santana, having a Japanese car with a much higher driving environment as a mount meant that there was some background behind him.

  Having money is not enough. To drive this kind of vehicle, you also need to have some connections. Otherwise, wherever you go, these cars are always the target of public security's scrutiny.

  Zhao Guodong had a good memory, and this car seemed to have been left in the criminal police team for one or two days, but later it went out again. However, Zhao Guodong didn't handle it personally, so he wasn't very clear about what happened.

  Zhao Guodong had also participated in several investigations of this kind, focusing on Japanese cars with Guangdong, Guangxi and Fujian license plates. However, most cases ended up being swept under the rug, with seized vehicles being released within two days, while superiors remained tight-lipped.

  However, there are still one or two cars that have fallen into the hands of the authorities. The Toyota Hilux that is now the main vehicle of the criminal police team is one such example. Zhao Guotang has ridden in that car, and compared to the Jinbei large van, its acceleration, shock absorption, and sound effects are indeed very different.

  "Your Excellency is indeed extraordinary, this young man has made a fortune in the past two years, and rarely returns home, spending most of his time in An City. He even rarely sets foot in Jiangkou." The envy in Wang Fei's eyes couldn't be hidden even by her thick eyelids.

  "Oh, no wonder, he's quite capable, I heard he's doing well, but I have no idea how this guy managed to make so much money?"

  Zhao Guotong nodded, Qīng Lièbiáo was two years his senior and also one of the school's notorious gangsters. However, he had a good father, who was now the factory director and party secretary, Qīng Guāngróng. It was said that not long after graduation, he went to work at the textile mill's office in Andu, but soon quit. Zhao Guotong wasn't clear what he did afterwards.

  "Hum, how to make money? Isn't it easy for him to make money? Now that cotton and yarn are in short supply, his dad is in charge of the factory, he's making a fortune from cotton and yarn, and in a year he can earn tens of millions." Wang Fei lowered his voice, "This kid is quite capable, I heard he has very close relationships with several county-level cotton companies, buying with one hand and selling with the other, very generous indeed."

  "Wang Fei, speak softly, don't let others hear." Wu Changqing and Fangzi's faces were both envious and fearful that outsiders would overhear their conversation.

  When Zhao Guodong and his entourage entered the ballroom, they immediately saw a group of people surrounding a shiny figure sitting in the middle seat, with a group of sycophants standing by, looking arrogant. However, it was Qīng Liè Biāo who seemed restrained, as if waiting for someone.

  Zhao Guodong and his entourage also attracted a lot of attention, Wu Changqing and Fangzi Quan were nothing special, but as soon as Zhao Guodong entered the scene, the atmosphere was different. Wearing a white shirt with a police uniform, his hands casually tucked into his pants pockets, the aura he exuded was completely different from the reserve of the factory's young masters and the recklessness of the workers.

  Just as Zhao Guotang saw Ying Liebiao, Ying Liebiao also saw Zhao Guotang.

  Although the two were not in the same grade at first, Zhao Guotang was already challenging his third-year classmates when he was in his first year. Jing Liebiao was also very arrogant, but at that time, his father was just a workshop director and did not dare to compete with Zhao Guotang, it was like the concept of "well water does not offend river water".

  Against Zhao Guotong's expectations, as soon as Ying Liebiao saw him appear, he immediately stood up and walked over. "Guotong, what made you think of coming back today? It's been five or six years since we last met, hasn't it?"

  "Hey, Biao Ge, didn't you have a hard time coming back too?" Zhao Guotang was somewhat surprised that the other party would be so familiar with him, and it seemed unnecessary for the other party to be so friendly given his current identity. On the surface, he still had to make small talk, "Biao Ge, how have you been developing in Andu these past two years?"

  "Cut it out, what development, isn't it just going around everywhere to see if there's anything that can be made money from? Can't compare to you, you're a detective now. By the way, I'm familiar with Director Zhu and Captain Liu, otherwise how would I know you're in the criminal police?"

  Zhu is the deputy director in charge of criminal investigation, and Liu doesn't need to be mentioned. No wonder this guy's car can leave the bureau so quickly. Zhao Guotang felt a little uncomfortable inside, was this guy showing off in front of him?

  "Haha, they're all my superiors, but I've been transferred back to the Jiang Temple police station now. Biao Ge, come visit me at the station sometime." Zhao Guo Tong said with a calm and composed tone.

  "How did it end up at the police station? Didn't the criminal police team do a good job?" Qing Liebiao's face was full of surprise.

  "The temple is short of people to handle the case, and someone from the bureau has to come down. My family is in Jiangmiao, so I'm the only suitable person." Zhao Guotang had no choice but to repeat his lie again.

  "Uh, yeah, Guo Dong, do a good job, if not, in two years you'll also be doing something decent. Our factory hasn't produced two decent people, all hiding in this broken factory what can they do? When I have time, I'll talk to Director Zhu about it." Qie Liebiao patted Zhao Guodong's shoulder again, making him feel very uncomfortable, as only leaders and good friends could pat his shoulder, and Qie Liebiao didn't seem to be either.

  "That's all I dare to think, as long as I can do my job well and earn my salary." Zhao Guotang also casually asked: "What did Biao come back for today?"

  "No big deal, just came back to take a look. Those few dragged me here to have some fun. Alas, what kind of dance hall is this? The lights are brighter than the sun. Look at those women standing on the side, they're all like silly geese. Ugh, when they start dancing, it's like they're doing a folk dance. A bunch of country bumpkins."

  You loudly and unscrupulously utter outrageous words, attracting the disapproving glances of people around you. However, everyone knows that this is the young master of the textile mill, even the security guards on duty at the factory gates stand far away, no one dares to provoke him.

  Zhao Guotong was also helpless, how could he run into this guy and still linger around him without leaving. After a big fuss, Qing Liebiao stumbled back, and before saying goodbye, he left Zhao Guotong a business card. This thing was really trendy, Zhao Guotong took a glance, General Manager of Shengdu Materials Trading Company, Qing Liebiao, followed by a string of phone numbers and telegram codes.

  Qing Liebiao and his group seemed to be waiting for someone, but Qing Liebiao appeared to be impatient. Several times he wanted to leave but was persuaded by friends to stay. In the end, they still didn't wait for their target. Qing Liebiao cursed and came over to greet Zhao Guodong before leaving with a flourish. The sound of car doors closing at the club entrance seemed particularly arrogant. The high brake lights on Lan Niao's car as she drove out of the gate were especially eye-catching.