Chapter 613 - 613 Everyone Has Their Own Thoughts

613 Everyone Has Their Own Thoughts

The owner of the noodle shop whispered a few words to his wife beside him, then turned his head and looked at Chu Ning with a smile.

“For your safety, I can stay here until dawn.” The boss didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment. Chu Ning was such a straightforward customer, so he felt that it was reasonable to sacrifice some sleep time.

“Alright.” Chu Ning didn’t care about the change in attitude of the noodle shop owner. Her mind was now focused on the opposite side of the street, which was only a few dozen meters away. Chu Ning had a feeling that they were still working.

Although sitting there overnight was a double torture to her mind and body, Chu Ning knew that she only had one precious chance.

Even if she didn’t verify the authenticity of Xu Xi’s information, just the possibility alone was worth Chu Ning’s full effort.

“May I know how I should address you?” After his wife and son left with an umbrella, the owner of the noodle shop heaved a sigh of relief and asked Chu Ning as though they were chatting.

“My surname is Chu,” Chu Ning replied softly.

“Okay, President Chu.” The noodle shop owner subconsciously took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. Just as he shook out a cigarette and put it into his mouth, he stopped abruptly.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” the noodle shop owner asked hesitantly. It wasn’t that he was very polite or that he cared about Chu Ning’s personal feelings. Seeing that Chu Ning had offered 100,000 yuan, he didn’t mind lowering his stance.

“I don’t mind. My name is Chu Ning. You don’t have to call me President Chu.” Chu Ning shook her head slightly.

“Okay, President Chu. You seem like you’re waiting for someone?” the noodle shop owner said with interest.

“Yes,” Chu Ning replied softly. To put it another way, she was not waiting for a person, but an unknown result.

“The weather today is really terrible. Are you sure the person you’re waiting for will appear?” The noodle shop owner was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, this was not somewhere fantastic.

“Boss, how’s your business here?” Chu Ning changed the topic and asked.

“This street isn’t too bad. Most of the people who come here to eat are old acquaintances. I haven’t seen President Chu before today. Is this your first time here?” the noodle shop owner said confidently.

“Old acquaintances? Could it be that their workplace is nearby?” Chu Ning immediately gave a curious look.

Her question had a purpose.

“Of course.” The noodle shop owner was somewhat smug.

Now, he felt that it was not hard to swallow sitting there for a night. It was good to get paid and have someone to chat with.

At the junction of M City and N City, there was a very famous but little-known homestay.

The reason it was famous wasn’t because of its good service or the impeccable living experience, but because the people who spent their money there were all powerful people. Without a certain social status, one was not qualified to appear there.

This homestay was located in the suburbs, surrounded by a sea of bamboo. A group of people was currently seated within a compact and ordinary wooden house.

Sitting at the head of the table was Zhang Rong.

Including him, there were four people in the room.

Obviously, they all belonged to the same class.

“Manager Zhang! I’m sorry. My youngest son just returned to the country today. This child is a little hypocritical, insisting that I pick him up; even his mother can’t do it. I already said that I have something on today. Sigh… I’m not late, am I?” A plump and slightly bald middle-aged man said apologetically as he walked in.

He seemed out of place with the people in the room.

Including Zhang Rong, they were all wearing gray or black short-sleeved shirts. Although they were not of the same style, the colors were highly uniform. However, this tardy person was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt.

“It’s fine. Sit down.” Zhang Rong waved his hand slightly. He smiled and motioned for the middle-aged man in white to find a seat.

After hearing Zhang Rong’s words, the man casually glanced at the remaining empty seats in the room and then sat down on an oddly-shaped chair. He crossed his legs and looked relaxed.

“There are also two brothers who have such a bad sense of time. It’s so heartbreaking to waste such a good time tonight,” another man in black said impatiently.

The reason these people could sit there and discuss matters with Zhang Rong was because their interests were roughly aligned. Moreover, the matter to be discussed that day was somewhat important.

“Maybe it’s not that they don’t have a sense of time. They know that you’re the one in charge today, but they still dare to be late. Tsk tsk.” The bald man in white looked toward Zhang Rong once more.

“They’re not taking you seriously.”