In early December, heavy snow (here refers to solar terms).
On this day, a snow really fell in the sky of City S.
This is a city that does not often snow, and even if it does, it will hardly accumulate.
Today's snow is no exception.
Although it was snowflakes that fell in the air, when it fell to the ground, it had already turned into snow water.
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"You really know how to choose the day..." Bao Qing stood in front of the window, looked at the sleet outside, and said with a wink, "It's worth going out for a walk just because of the weather."
No one could hear what he was saying.
At this moment, Brother Jue, who was sitting on the sofa and playing games with Xiao Tan on the TV, continued without looking back: "Who told you not to drive here?"
"My wife went to the supermarket to walk the children and drove away." Bao Qing replied confidently.
"Then you can also take a taxi, who told you to squeeze the bus?" Feng Bujue said again.
"Are you going to reimburse me?" Bao Qing asked back, "Still taking a taxi? Just one fare is enough for me to take the bus back and forth two or three times."
"Cut... You, a civil servant, are still crying poor in front of us?" Feng Bujue said, "Isn't it just like playing with the salary you received in Jiuke to just buy another car?"
"Nonsense, my salary and all expenses are strictly controlled by my wife." Bao Qing replied, "Even if I eat buns at a roadside stall, I have to report verbally, otherwise the account will not be reconciled. .” He paused, “How about you... let me buy a car? How can I explain to my wife where the money comes from?”
"You can tell her... You have developed a new formula for blue methyl alcohol by using your chemistry knowledge from your student days combined with a little personal artistic talent." Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "Over the past few days, you have been using your spare time to help people with some of these medicines, and you have earned tens of millions of dollars from it, and all of that money is currently hidden under the floor of your house."
"Do you think I really can't hear you playing Breaking Bad? Am I going to fake a cancer report or something to increase my credibility?" Bao Qing turned around and resolutely complained.
"Hehe... I think it's troublesome, right?" Feng Bujue smiled, "Then you just tell her that you are an agent of the Nine Divisions? Then your family's expenses will be more generous in the future, and you won't be as rich as you are now." I can't spend it."
"Don't be so long-winded. Does my identity mean that I can be exposed by exposing it? What do you think of national security?" Bao Qing responded, "Besides..." He walked back to the sofa while talking, "I What's wrong with crying poorly in front of the two of you? Xiaotan, let's not talk about it... let's talk about you..." He went to sit next to Brother Jue, "Didn't you also get hundreds of thousands of dollars through some illegal channels recently? ?"
"Hmm... You really already know..." Feng Bujue said with a guilty conscience.
"Nonsense, do you think that putting money in a bag and depositing it in the bank's safe for valuables... can deceive people?" Bao Qing said, "What do we eat?"
"Cut... If I knew this was the case, I would just get a card and save it." Feng Bujue read.
"Actually...Brother Jue." At this time, Xiao Tan, who had been silently playing games beside him, said, "If you want money that is inconvenient to handle, you can give it to me. I'll exchange it for some money from our family." It’s enough to give you the money.”
"Oh? Is it okay?" Feng Bujue turned his head suddenly, looked at Xiaotan and said.
"Of course." Wang Tanzhi replied in a natural tone, "Many businesses under our family can digest the money of 'unknown origin', oh... by the way... Sister Yu's family opened Galleries are actually fine too.”
"Ah, I know that." Feng Bujue continued, "The art auction... has always been used by the mafia..."
"Hello!" At this moment, Bao Qing interrupted the conversation between the two with a surprised expression and a loud roar, "Is there a mistake? Treat me as a dead person? Brazenly exchanging money laundering experience in front of law enforcement officers? "
"What are you doing?" Feng Bujue was dissatisfied, "I can't talk about it? Our people have already allowed you to set fire, so can't you let us light a lamp?"
"Okay, okay... I won't tell you this." Bao Qing quickly changed the subject, and looked at Wang Tanzhi, "Xiaotan, have you set a date for your wedding? A date has been decided, remember to tell me as soon as possible. I have to save some money and give you a backup gift."
"Uh...not yet." Xiao Tan replied, "Our parents are communicating recently..." After he finished the half sentence, he paused for a second, and then said, "Speaking of... congratulatory gifts or something... just as long as you like it Well, don't send it too exaggeratedly... Xiaoling and I don't need anything."
"Cut... Do you think I want to give you something expensive?" Bao Qing squinted and sighed, "This gift is for our section chief..."
"Huh?" Xiao Tan froze for a moment before realizing, "Oh, yes... I seem to be... soon to become the grandson-in-law of your section chief."
"You are my son, and your future wife's grandpa is my immediate boss... If I don't say so at your wedding..." Bao Qing seemed to have many terrible memories in his eyes when he said this, "Na Ke The boss will definitely not let me go lightly... If he gets upset and transfers me to work with brother 'Dongfeng', then..."
"Wait!" Feng Bujue heard a familiar name from his words, and immediately interrupted, "You mean... Dongfeng?"
"Yes." Bao Qing replied.
"The one who planned Ma Junxiao's kidnapping case, the one who used to be the prisoner of Gambling Huangzhai... the 'Dongfeng'?" Feng Bujue said.
"Which Dongfeng is there?" Bao Qing said again.
"So this person is still alive?" Jue Ge wondered.
"That's... what do you think?" Bao Qing asked.
"I thought... He probably died in some kind of immoral scientific experiment of yours, or mutated into something like a monster." Feng Bujue replied.
"What kind of organization do you think we are?" Bao Qing muttered with twitching corners of his mouth, "Is it the villain organization in Xiaoling Xiangte's film..."
"So..." Feng Bujue bypassed the other party's question, and continued, "Dongfeng is working for you now?"
"Ah...he was forcibly recruited as a 'warehouse manager'." Bao Qing replied.
"What warehouse?" Feng Bujue said again.
"You don't want to know." Unexpectedly, before Bao Qing answered, Xiao Tan interrupted.
"Hey, hey, what do you mean?" Feng Bujue looked at Xiao Tan's eyes and said in surprise, "You seem to know something?"
"Hmm..." Xiaotan pressed the pause button on the handle, raised his head and thought about it, and then murmured, "That's... a long story..."(.)
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