Rebirth of the Flying Era

Since being blocked by Li Yuanchao and his men last time, and squatting at the base of the wall afterwards, Zhou Peng has calmed down a lot recently.

Du Fei probably went home and asked his father to train him.

In fact, speaking of it, Zhou Peng is definitely a good friend, he speaks and acts openly, and he is not short of money.

The only drawback is that it's a bit too arrogant and doesn't know how to restrain itself.

After next year, it's okay if his dad doesn't get into trouble. But if something happens to his dad, he won't be able to reap the benefits.

Du Fei joked: "You are so embarrassed!"

Zhou Peng chuckled, put the broom under his arm, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed one to Du Fei.

"Hey~ Sanwu!" Du Fei exclaimed knowingly: "You have a wide range of ways, you can even get foreign smoke!"

Zhou Peng smiled proudly: "Have a taste of imperialism." As he said this, he took out a delicate silver lighter from his pocket, flicked open the lid with his fingertips, flicked it, and a spark lit the kerosene on the core.

Du Fei recognized it at a glance. It was the American Emperor's ZP lighter, and he secretly thought that Zhou Peng was really a slut.

He leaned forward with a cigarette in his mouth, took a puff on the fire, and immediately lit the cigarette.

A strong smell of flue-cured tobacco hits the lungs. It's harder than Daqianmen, but the taste is average, not as good as peony. It's okay to try it occasionally.

At this time, Zhou Peng lit it himself, took a puff, puffed out the smoke, and said with a smile: "How is it? Is this British smoke strong enough?"

Du Fei nodded, but secretly cheered up.

Logically speaking, he and Zhou Peng were just acquaintances. Zhou Peng knew that he had a background, and he also knew that Zhou Peng was a follower. Neither of them was easy to mess with, so no one should be tempted by the other.

But today, Zhou Peng came out to clear the snow again and handed him cigarettes. It was obvious that he wanted to see him for something.

Du Fei was thinking about it just now. He and Section Chief Qian just mentioned him, why did this guy come out to clear the snow? I understand now.

So Du Fei walked out of the gate and didn't approach the snow sweepers. He stopped at the wall outside the street office and asked, "Brother Zhou, what's the matter with you?"

Zhou Peng chuckled and did not hide anything. He stood next to Du Fei and whispered: "I heard that you live in the same hospital as Yi Zhonghai from the steel rolling mill?"

Du Fei nodded: "Then, the first master of our courtyard, are you looking for him?"

Yi Zhonghai's name as an eighth-level fitter is still very loud around here.

Zhou Peng shook his head and said: "Hey~ Why should I look for him? The Yan family doesn't have any beautiful girls..."

Du Fei was also teasing Menzi, and interrupted: "Why not~ There is a girl in Lao Yi's family, she is very beautiful."

Zhou Peng's eyes lit up: "Really! How old are you? Where do you work?"

Du Fei smiled mischievously and said, "It's still early to go to work~ I'll probably be able to go to daycare next year."

Zhou Peng was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and laughed loudly: "Damn it, you kid is making fun of me!"

After laughing for a while, the two quickly became familiar with each other.

Zhou Pengcai got down to business: "I heard that there is a cook in your courtyard, his surname seems to be He, what is his name..."

"He Dazhu~" Du Fei continued.

Zhou Peng patted his thigh: "Yes, it's He Dazhu."

Du Fei asked: "You are looking for him because you want to host a banquet at home?"

Zhou Peng said: "Isn't that right? My grandma is sixty-six, and the family wants to get together for a lively meal. I heard that Master He is good at cooking."

"Hey~ Your old lady is celebrating her birthday." Du Fei quickly cupped his fists and raised his hands: "Then you can definitely find him. Let me tell you, this Master He is the successor of the Tan family's cuisine in the past, and his cooking skills are indeed impressive."

"Tan's cuisine?" Zhou Peng looked confused. He had never heard of Tan's cuisine.

In fact, Du Fei didn’t know much about this so-called ‘Tan’s cuisine’…

The two of them smoked and chatted, and by the time they finished talking, they were almost done with the work of clearing the snow.

Du Fei was fine, and in the end he went up and waved two swords to show his intention, but Zhou Peng simply turned around and went back.

After they finished sweeping the snow and walked back together, Xiao Wang from the office came to Du Fei and asked, "Brother Du, does Zhou Peng have something to do with you?"

Du Fei said: "It's nothing. The old lady of the Dan family is going to hold a wedding ceremony. I want to ask a chef in our hospital about his skills." Then he looked at Xiao Wang again: "If you have anything to say, just tell me, don't beat around the bush with me." .”

In fact, when Du Fei was talking to Zhou Peng just now, he noticed that Xiao Wang looked at him several times, but because he was with Zhou Peng, he hesitated to come closer.

Xiao Wang chuckled, scratched the back of his head and said, "Brother Du, um... I want to treat you to a meal."

Du Fei was surprised and said: "You boy, what can you eat if you have nothing to do?"

Xiao Wang said embarrassedly: "Hey~ I went home for dinner yesterday and told Xiaowu about catching Hui Daxian'er. My uncle happened to be here, so I had to ask you to treat you to dinner."

Du Fei blinked and asked, "What does your uncle do?"

Xiao Wang replied: "He works in the grain depot, deputy director."

Du Fei understood immediately upon hearing this that he was interested in Xiaowu's ability to catch mice.

However, this little king, who usually does not show off his appearance, is actually not simple at all.

As the deputy director of the grain depot, although his position is not high, he has considerable power.

Of course, Du Fei would not refuse such a personal connection, not to mention that he immediately agreed when someone took the initiative to invite him to dinner.

When Xiao Wang heard this, he felt relieved.

He drank two sips of Erguotou last night and promised his uncle that he would get the job done.

If Du Fei doesn't go, he will sit on the wax, and he quickly finalized: "Okay, let's go to Fengze Garden this Sunday!"

Du Fei was also surprised when he heard this.

Uncle Wang is really willing to spend a lot of money!

Fengzeyuan can be regarded as the best restaurant in Beijing, and it often entertains foreign guests and leaders.

But then, he reacted again and secretly said: "That's not right!"

A meal at Fengzeyuan is not cheap!

If it was just to let Xiaowu go to the grain depot to catch mice, there would be no need to mobilize troops like this.

Uncle Xiao Wang must be looking for more than just this thing!

Du Fei thought for a moment and guessed a rough idea.

Apart from Xiao Wu, the only thing about him that deserves the attention of strangers is that he is Chen Zhongyuan's nephew.

I'm afraid Uncle Xiao Wang came here for this reason, otherwise he wouldn't be able to invite a young man like him to Fengze Garden.

When you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something!

I wonder what kind of uncle Xiao Wang is?

Du Fei figured this out, but didn't ask Xiao Wang any more questions.

At first, he felt that Xiao Wang might not know much about the inside story.

Secondly, as he thought, Uncle Wang asked for help from others, and the initiative was all in his own hands. He could adapt to circumstances and help when he wanted to, and he didn't help when he didn't want to. There was no need to worry too much.

Then I thought of Fengzeyuan’s famous dishes: braised sea cucumber with green onions, fish maw in casserole, braised mullet eggs...

As he thought about it, Du Fei subconsciously took a sip of saliva.

When he returned to the office and sat down, he poured a cup of hot water. Before he could take two sips, Zhu Ting came over and put a manuscript in front of him.

Du Fei took a look. The first page of the book was written in very beautiful hard-pen calligraphy: "Murder in the Lighthouse"!

Du Fei raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Ting: "Did you write this?"