Lu Ming's suite on the fifth floor of New Era.
"Qianxing, Qianxing, look, this is it!" Liu Laocai excitedly placed a document in front of Lu Ming. It was a financing agreement.
Lu Ming rubbed his sleepy eyes, feeling helpless.
I was busy too late last night and didn't go to bed until around four o'clock. Now it's past eight o'clock and I was woken up by Liu Laocai.
Now Liu Laocai and Hasheng have booked Courtyard No. 3 of Wolong Restaurant as a long-term private room.
Lu Ming didn't even know he went to the private room. By the time he found out, he had already paid a year's worth of room money in advance.
However, Liu Laocai now has an annual income of 500,000 yuan, and the small courtyard of Wolong Restaurant is a drop in the bucket for him, so he doesn't care.
He called me yesterday and said he had found a good project. Someone was raising funds to build a skyscraper in Bat City.
Liu Laocai was very excited and said that this was a great thing and he must invest in it.
Firstly, some people have raised funds to build Bat City, which supports your blueprint for the oil city; secondly, that is Hassan’s hometown, and I have to do my part; thirdly, after becoming a shareholder, I will have roots in Bat City, and I will also have face when I return to my hometown with Hassan in the future.
Lu Ming was somewhat worried, so he asked him to bring the financing agreement.
We said it would be morning, but unexpectedly, Liu Laocai came and rang the doorbell at around eight o'clock.
Lu Ming picked up the agreement and looked through it, then he immediately burst into laughter.
History always repeats itself in a surprising way.
Looking at Liu Laocai, Lu Ming said helplessly: "Did the financier tell you how high the skyscraper should be built?"
Liu Laocai said: "He said it was clearly written in the agreement. I also read it. Isn't it written again? The building is 110 meters high?"
Lu Ming shook his head: "It says the building is 110 centimeters high."
Liu Laocai asked curiously, "Really?" He walked over, picked it up, looked at it, and said with a smile, "This guy is so careless. He still wants to raise funds. I think I can't buy his debt!"
Careless? Lu Ming smiled. In this world, the words "米" and "分米" are indeed very similar, except that they lack one stroke.
Looking at the agreement again, the building is prepared to raise a total of 2 million yuan in financing, and will own the corresponding ownership of the building based on the investment ratio.
The skyscraper scam was similar to the one in my past life.
In the previous life, there was also a small town that had just discovered an oil field and its population increased rapidly. So a construction contractor appeared and raised funds to build a skyscraper. However, he used inches instead of feet. People originally thought that a 150-meter skyscraper would be built, but in the end it was only a 12-meter three-story building.
The angry investors who suffered heavy losses sued the builder, but lost the case because the judge ruled that the builder gave them what they wanted according to the agreement.
Today, the world's smallest skyscraper has become a local landscape of the oil city.
Of course, if Liu Laocai is really cheated now, this financier will not be able to escape.
Because the fraud happened in the 1920s, if it happened in the 1950s, especially in the 1950s in Donghai today, I guarantee that I can send the scammer to jail.
Looking at the agreement, Lu Ming shook his head and smiled, but he was in a good mood. The scammers had set their sights on him, which at least showed that Bat City would become a hot investment spot in the near future. It was already a consensus among many investors that an oil town would rise there.
"Qianxing, look at the smirk on your face. He's a liar, right? Damn it!" Liu Laocai slapped his thigh in anger.
Lu Ming smiled and said, "I'll ask someone to investigate him." He stood up and made a phone call.
He came back and sat down, looking at Liu Laocai and still smiling.
Liu Laocai was helpless. "In the past few years, I feel that I am really old. In the future, I don't want to invest or anything. I will just take care of my retirement. Also, I want to adopt a child."
Lu Ming smiled and said, "It's nothing. Do whatever you want. Money is for buying happiness. Five hundred thousand a year is enough for you to do whatever you want."
"Okay, I'm leaving!" Liu Laocai stood up, "Hashan is still waiting for me downstairs to go shopping in the mall!"
Lu Ming looked at the wall clock and said, "Well, I'm going home. Today is a day off and Bisi is on vacation. I'll take her out to play."
Going home is not just about playing with Bisi. According to Bizhu, she will have acupuncture tonight. And before her birthday, every full moon night, which was probably the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar in her previous life, she will have acupuncture.
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The music room on the third floor of the main building of Hepu Daolu Mansion.
The beautiful lady in green dress gently plays the pipa, and the celestial music is like the gurgling of a spring, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Hanzhu was wearing a white lotus silk gown with a double collar and a soft green skirt, which made her look even more graceful and elegant. Her snow-white hands holding the pipa, either plucking or stroking it, were lively and dreamy.
She sat there, apparently in a very dignified posture, but when she played the pipa, her embroidered feet faintly visible from under her pale green skirt, her toes curling lightly in time with the music. That alluring curve made one imagine what her small snow-white feet inside her silk stockings looked like, and how ecstatic it would be to hold and play with them.
Bisi, who was lying in Lu Ming's arms, was wearing a snow-white gauze dress, just like the cutest Snow White in the world. But at this moment, she was biting her fingers and looking at her sister Hanzhu with stars in her eyes. This "good little savage" was probably aspiring to become a musician.
There was a sudden knock on the door outside. Luo Jiu's voice was very low: "Master, your phone number is Liu Teng, and it's urgent."
The sound of gurgling water gradually faded away, and Hanzhu's snow-white slender hands gently stroked the strings of the zither.
Lu Ming gritted his teeth. If it wasn’t an urgent matter, he would skin Liu Teng alive tomorrow.
Originally, Hanzhu said that she wanted to sing a song for herself.
I have always known that Hanzhu is a great singer, dancer and pianist, but I always felt that asking her to sing and dance for me was a bit disrespectful to her, and I really treated her as a kabuki. But gradually, I now feel that she is my closest relative, and my mentality is much more calm. It happened that Hanzhu took the initiative to mention playing the pipa for me today, and the moment I nodded, I saw tears in Hanzhu's happy eyes. I guess I have always insisted on not listening to her singing, not watching her dancing and playing the pipa, and Hanzhu probably feels that the meaning of her existence has been lost by more than half.
"Hanzhu, it sounds really beautiful. Play it for me often in the future." Lu Ming said with a smile before walking out of the music room.
Hanzhu nodded happily immediately.
Arriving outside the music room, Lu Ming took the microphone handed to him by Luo Jiu and nodded.
The flattering voice of Liu Teng, the director of the official office, came immediately: "Boss, Pirlo confessed that he is Sherlock's brother. I checked and they should be cousins, and the relationship is not far away."
Lu Ming was slightly startled, "Sherlock's, cousin?"
"Yes, boss. The exact relationship is that he is the son of Mrs. Sherlock's cousin."
Lu Ming was helpless. This relationship wasn't far away.
I don't know when Liu Teng started to learn from the affairs officers to call himself boss. He probably thought that this would make him look like his confidant.
The Pirlo that Liu Teng was talking about was the fraudulent financier.
"Did he confess? Or is he using Sherlock to scare people?" Lu Ming asked calmly.
Liu Teng hesitated over there, as if wondering what his boss wanted him to say.
"Okay, I get it. Did he have any bad records in the past?"
"He's a liar. However, he always cheats rich people. I don't know why he has never been involved in a lawsuit."
Lu Ming frowned: "Did he tell you on his own initiative?"
Liu Teng coughed and said, "I don't know either. The investigation department asked me about this."
Lu Ming also knew that when interrogating some stubborn thugs, such as some unyielding ruffians, they would use methods that could not be detected by a physical examination, such as using a phone book as a cushion to hit the soles of their feet, or even tickling the soles of their feet with a hair.
Usually this kind of interrogation is targeted at asking for intelligence and does not involve witnesses or defendants in court.
As for this, as long as it is not too excessive and does not happen in front of me, I will turn a blind eye. After all, it is only the 1950s now.
For someone like Pirlo, according to the current evidence, there is nothing that can be charged against him. All we can do is let the official investigators scare him and then release him.
Somehow, they found out through interrogation that he was related to Sherlock.
Liu Teng probably immediately felt that he was a rare commodity and that he might be useful.
"Let him go if there's no big problem." After saying that, Lu Ming handed the microphone back to Luo Jiu.