Ding Wei was quite surprised by this. He wondered if he had seen it wrong. He leaned forward while sitting upright and looked back and forth twice at the destination written on the ticket. Yes, the destination marked by the twenty-eight tickets. They are all banks, no exceptions.
Staring at the lottery on the table and then at the people sitting down, Ding Wei looked a little weird after repeating this process.
Personnel from various factions noticed that Ding Wei's reaction was abnormal.
After leaning forward and sitting upright, Ding Wei spoke up, "Is this the result of your drawing of lots? Did I see it wrong? Huang Ban, come and take care of me."
Huang Ban, who was standing with his hands tied, turned around when he heard this, walked to the desk and looked down at the destination marked on the sign. He was stunned for a moment at the first glance, and then his eyes glanced back and forth. After repeated confirmation, he looked back at everyone. I couldn't help but ask, "Is this your decision to draw lots?"
Hong Gaitian responded: "That's right!"
Huang Ban turned around and faced everyone, pointing to a row of lots on the table, "You guys really have nothing to do. Is it necessary to draw lots? What the hell are you doing?"
Ding Wei raised his hand and waved to the side, signaling him to step back. Huang Ban bowed slightly and stepped aside again.
Ding Wei stared at the signatures on the table, while everyone sitting down carefully watched Ding Wei's reaction.
After a while, Ding Wei said slowly: "Qianzhuang! It seems that everyone is more interested in money bankers, and almost all the wealth in the world circulates in money banks. Let me tell you, are you going to rob money or make money? Is it so easy to get money from banks all over the world? You will lose your life if you touch the money of banks rashly!"
The scene was completely silent. The disciples from various sects looked at me and I looked at you. They seemed to be confused about what Ding Wei meant.
Most of the elders from various sects felt a little guilty and quietly watched the reactions of the people around them.
Hong Gaitian couldn't help but say, "I don't know what to understand by Mr. Ding's words. Isn't the bank on the list of people allowed to intervene?"
Ding Wei: "It's good that you are on the intervention list, but you can't all go to the bank together, right? The saints asked you to enter the Piao Miao Pavilion to supervise various departments. What do you mean by rushing to Tianxia Bank to audit the accounts? Tianxia Bank's How big is the hole that so many people come to check?"
"Gathering together?" Hong Gaitian was stunned, and then defended: "Of the twenty-eight lots, only two of them went to Tianxia Bank. How could they get together?"
"Two?" Ding Wei raised his brows and glanced at the elders of various sects sitting in front who were obviously guilty. He probably understood what was going on and snorted: "Are only two of them going to the bank? Why do I see twenty-eight lots that all go to the bank? Have I lived in vain for so many years without knowing how to read? Forgive me for my blindness, are these two? Don’t say that I acted unfairly, and don’t say that I did something wrong afterwards. What are the hands and feet? Come and see for yourselves."
Hong Gaitian was the first to be unable to bear it any longer. He hurried out of the queue and ran to the table to check. He was dumbfounded at first glance. Then he looked more closely and saw that the word "Qianzhuang" was all written on it, and there was no exception for the twenty-eight lots.
Are they all banks? The disciples of each sect all looked at the elders of their sect, and they understood the dishonesty of the elders of their sect.
The elders of each faction were also surprised. No matter what they had done, they all got up and came over to check. After looking at it, they all sweated a little and found that this opinion was too unified. They all returned to their positions with their legs crossed in despair. sit down.
The law does not blame everyone. If everyone is like this, to a certain extent, it will make people feel relieved and calm.
Niu Youdao, who sat back in his seat, was also speechless and found that none of the elders of the various factions present were good.
He didn't change his visa because he wanted to go to a good place, he just wanted to stay in the Holy Land and make a difference. Unexpectedly, everyone else did the same thing. He had thought that some people might be unruly, but he didn't expect that everyone would be unruly. None of the elders sent by the various factions to lead the team were honest, and none of them were vegetarians.
He had to be thankful that he had made more preparations in advance to be on the safe side. Otherwise, if a bunch of guys played like this, they would have ruined everything.
Judging from the reactions of the elders of each sect, the disciples of each sect have confirmed that the situation should be exactly as Ding Wei said. This time the disciples of each sect are eye-opening.
Now I think of the lively drawing of lots yesterday. It was a fake. It was fake. As long as there was a chance, the elders would immediately do something. No one was soft-hearted. They all want to use the lottery as a cover to blind others so that they can take advantage of it and sneak around.
Of course, no one would blame their own elders. The elders are not only doing it for themselves, but also for their own good, and even for the sect’s good.
It is precisely because of such 'righteousness' that no one will feel guilty when the elders of various sects have bad feelings in their stomachs. Once something is done, it is credit.
These people are interesting! Ding Wei looked at the group of people with a sarcasm on his lips, and slowly leaned back on the chair, casually looking at the two people standing in front of the case. The two people who were reluctant to leave found that the two people were The faces of Hong Gaitian from Nanhai and Qi Bisang from Tiannv Cult were ugly.
Aren't they two lottery tickets that go to the bank? Ding Wei estimated that these two people should be the real winners of the lottery. At this time, they have become the masters of suffering. They are probably full of bitterness and don't know where to pour it.
His judgment was correct. Hong Gaitian and Qi Bisang were the real winners of the lottery.
Facing a bunch of counterfeit goods at this time, the two of them were angry inside. They were quite happy after getting the lottery yesterday. Everyone saw it in front of everyone and everyone could prove it. They didn't think anyone could fake it. The key is that if you succeed, you won't think about the crooked things. If you have it, you will naturally not worry about what others don't have.
Only now did the two of them realize that they were naive. It was dark. It was really not ordinary black. The surroundings were completely dark. It was so dark!
After the scene was silent for a while, Ding Wei said: "Is this the result that you have been thinking about for three days? Are you given three days to think about such a result? And draw lots. Can you reach a consensus and draw a draw for this kind of draw?" "The sarcasm is obvious.
The group of elders present did not say a word, and they all turned their backs on each other. They were all thick-skinned anyway.
Hong Gaitian, who had a dark face, fisted his fists, turned around suddenly, pointed at a group of people and shouted angrily: "A bunch of bastards, what do you mean?"
Qi Bisang also slowly turned around and looked at everyone, with a rather ugly expression on his face.
Now, how could the two of them not know the intentions of a bunch of idiots? There were only two lottery tickets to go to the bank. Everyone agreed on something on the spot, and it was hard for anyone to say anything if they got the draw. The purpose of the change is very simple, let the bank have more places. Once the number increases, the quota for the bank will be adjusted. Even if it is adjusted by Piao Miao Pavilion, it may not be adjusted to me.
If you don't adjust it to yourself, you've earned it. If you are unlucky enough to be adjusted, it doesn't matter. The one you originally drew was not good anyway.
Only a fool would not do a business that is sure to make a profit without losing money.
Everyone thought that only a small number of people would do this, but they never thought that everyone would do it.
If a small number of people do this, they won't be exposed. When the results of Piao Miao Pavilion's adjustment come out, Piao Miao Pavilion will also take the blame. Who dares to have any opinions? No one will pursue it.
The two of them naturally knew that they had been cheated. If the bank had more places, it would be adjusted. If there were more people, the two real owners they had drawn might be adjusted out.
Huang Ban on the side also saw it, and found that none of the guys in front of him were good. One by one, they actually dared to let Piaomiao Pavilion take the blame!
If they were all good things, he would be relieved. Just because they were not good, he was slightly worried and let these people intervene in Piaomiao Pavilion. In order to protect themselves, there is nothing these people can't do. These guys are comparable. Inexperienced monks are much more difficult to deal with. They are all veterans of various sects, and at least they have a certain ability to protect themselves.
"Are all of them mute? Have you touched your conscience and been eaten by dogs? Beasts... "
Hong Gaitian was furious and cursed in grief, but no one said a word when he was scolded, allowing him to scold him.
Seeing that this guy kept cursing, Huang Ban was about to yell out to stop the scolding, but Ding Wei seemed to have guessed it and raised his hand to stop him.
Huang Ban glanced at him and probably understood what he meant. It didn't matter if Hong Gaitian scolded these shameless things more, so he allowed Hong Gaitian to continue.
But the scolding had little or no effect. Some of those who were scolded looked up at the roof, some lowered their heads and played with their fingers, some slowly smoothed their sleeves, and some simply closed their eyes to rest in peace. .
"Everyone agreed to draw lots, but they secretly manipulated the things they agreed to. Are you still not a man?" Qi Bisang was also helping Hong Gaitian.
Ding Wei waited for a while, and today he has learned a lesson from these shameless people. He found that as long as he can't threaten these guys, no matter how much he scolds them, it's useless. He can't just deal with everyone because of this matter. There's no need. No more wasting time with me, I said, "Sit back."
Qi Bisang turned around and cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Ding, please seek justice!"
Ding Wei: "I asked you to sit back and didn't you hear?"
Hong Gaitian and Qi Bisang were unwilling to do so, but they had to obey. They turned around and glanced at everyone with resentful expressions, and sat back to their seats unwillingly.
After calming down, Ding Wei said: "Who made this wooden sign, and who presided over the drawing?"
Hong Gaitian immediately pointed at someone and said angrily: "It's Uncle Shanhai!"
Taishu Shanhai was a little nervous, so he stood up and saluted Ding Wei, which was regarded as recognition.
Ding Wei sneered, "You are really capable. You did the lotting and you presided over the drawing. But in the end, even you, the person in charge, took the lead and broke the rules."
Taishu Shanhai was speechless and regretted. If he had known better, he would not have done this.
This is also an old problem of Qiyun Sect. When gathering with other factions, they always want to be one step ahead of others in everything. They are too competitive!
Ding Wei put one hand on the table, lightly touched the table with his fingertips, and looked at everyone coldly, "Three days are enough time to think about it. Everyone has seen the situation. We have given everyone time to choose. Yes It's hard for everyone to make a decision on their own, so we have no choice but to do it for Piao Miao Pavilion." After saying that, he stood up and left without dealing with a group of people drawing lots.
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