The healthy development of Jinxiu Hehua has also allowed Zhuangzheng to taste the sweetness of capital operation. No wonder the rich people in the world are getting richer, because all their money is used to make money, and the resources are basically occupied by them, leaving nothing left.

But the people below can only get a share of the pie.

This is also the fundamental source of the gap between rich and poor.

"If you are poor, you can be good for yourself; if you are rich, you can help the world. It seems that in the future, the world can only rely on people like me who can help the world." He sighed solemnly and sadly, very worried about the future of the world. After all, one person's ability is

It's limited.

Just when he was solemnly writing and worrying about the people, Kaiyuan Building welcomed a distinguished guest.

The guest turned out to be Wen Zhongshi, the CEO of Kaiyuan Group, who went downstairs to greet him personally.

It must be known that there are no more than fifty people in Xiangjiang who are qualified for Wen Zhongshi to welcome downstairs. It is really curious that this person can receive such courtesy from the boss.

It's just that the man was very strange. From getting off the bus to going upstairs, he was shrouded in black clothes, making it difficult to see his face.

Bang, the door of Wen Zhongshi's office was closed, and even Wen Zhongshi's favorite secretary was kicked out by Wen Zhongshi. Only Wen Zhongshi and the man in black were left in the office.

"Master Basong, it would be great if you came. Did you predict Nga Wang's death a long time ago?" Wen Zhongshi asked cautiously.

When the man in black heard this, he untied his black clothes and took off the hood on his head, revealing a face that had withered into tree bark.

Wen Zhongshi just glanced at it and was so frightened that he never dared to look at it a second time.

"What? Are you afraid of me?" Basong asked Wen Zhongshi with a sinister smile.

Hearing this, Zhongshi hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, Master Basong is practicing the method of dry Zen. This appearance is quite similar to that of Buddha."

Wen Zhongshi’s flattery against his will.

"Do you know the method of dry Zen?" Basong asked sideways.

"I know a little bit, but I only scratch the surface. I don't dare to show off in front of the master."

"Ha... the method of dry Zen is actually called dead wood Zen. There is a koan in your Chinese "Wu Deng Hui Yuan", where an old woman built a thatched nunnery to support a monk for twenty years of practice, and she was usually given away by a beautiful lady.

Serving rice to a practicing monk. Once, the old woman said to the girl: "When you deliver the food later, hug him and try his practicing skills."

When the woman was delivering the meal, she hugged the monk as she was told and asked him how he felt. The monk said: Withered trees leaning against cold rocks, there is no warmth in the three winters!

When the old woman heard this, she was very angry and said: What I have supported for twenty years is just a layman! So she drove away the monk and burned the thatched hut.

This monk has actually cultivated to the point of being like a dead tree leaning against a cold rock. He is heartless and has no desires. However, the mother-in-law still denounces him as a vulgar man because the monk can die but cannot live. The Zen school has a saying about death and delusional thoughts.

Only by annihilation can you show the wonderful effect of your true heart, and only by dying can you live. If you can only die but not live, then you are just a vulgar man. Spring comes to dead trees is the ultimate meaning of dead wood Zen."

Basong seemed to be interested and explained the Dead Wood Zen to Wen Zhongshi in detail.

Although Wen Zhongshi was impatient, he did not dare to show it at all and could only pretend to listen with interest.

"The killing sword and the living sword are the two sides of Kumu Zen. Killing people must be a killing sword, but living people must be a living sword. If you can kill people, you must live them; if you can live people, you must kill people. One sword and one sword

, can kill and live, only then can it be used to stop false thoughts and reveal the true nature. Therefore, the dead wood meditation is not a state of ignorance of death and silence, but the wonderful function of restoring the lively self-nature through the cessation of false thoughts, and gaining great freedom."

Basong explained another paragraph, and this time the Zen principles were more profound, which Wen Zhongshi couldn't understand.

"You weren't listening to me." Suddenly, Basong opened his eyes and looked at Wen Zhongshi.

This sight immediately made Wen Zhongshi's soul fly into the sky. He knew Basong's methods and would kill people at the slightest disagreement. But this time, he angered him!

"Master, I'm listening, I'm listening..." Wen Zhongshi said hurriedly.

"You can't lie to me. But the reason why I told you that is just to tell you that although Awang once learned the head-lowering technique from me, he was not my disciple. Therefore, Awang's death was the result of his death.

If you are not good at learning, it is a murderous knife. He has not mastered the living sword, which is his life. If you want to use this reason to ask me to do something for you, I advise you to give up." Basong didn't.

He said quickly.

When Wen Zhongshi heard this, he was immediately covered in cold sweat.

Basong guessed his thoughts right away. Fortunately, he was still prepared.

So Wen Zhongshi gently opened the drawer of his desk and pushed an envelope to Basong.

"Master, I have no other intention. I just want to tell you about Nga Wang's death. In addition, this is some sesame oil money I gave to the master. Please accept it."

Basong glanced at Wen Zhongshi coldly, and after a while he slowly took the envelope and opened it. There was a check inside, and the number on the check was no more, no less, six million.

After Basong saw this number, he nodded slowly: "I accept your suggestion. Try to be more straightforward when talking to me in the future, and don't mince words. I don't like this style of you Chinese people."

Wen Zhongshi hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, I will never show off my thoughts in front of the master again. That's the case. Awang helped me deal with a person before, but Awang died in the hands of that person. I can't swallow this

At the same time, I want to avenge Ngawang. So I ask the master to help me."

"Oh? If you can kill Ngawang, then you can be considered a human being. By the way, did that person also take the monk-skin horn drum that Ngawang took away from me?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very good. Since you dare to take my Basong's things, you should have the awareness of death. Tell me, what is that man's name? How do you want to deal with him? Let him suffer torture, or die as soon as possible?" Basong's eyes

With a flash of light, he asked.

"Of course she was tortured!" Wen Zhongshi couldn't help but grit his teeth when he thought of Chen Moyan.

"Well, the most painful thing is to watch your loved ones die. If you get me the hair or blood of their loved ones before dark, I will let you get what you want." Basong nodded and said.

He also likes Wen Zhongshi's choice, because a check is only the price of one person, and the price of killing a whole family must be much higher.

"Master, please don't worry, I will definitely send it to you in the evening!" Wen Zhongshi nodded and bowed, and sent Basong away.

Then he made a call and issued an order to his subordinates.

In the square in Causeway Bay, Chen Moyan's mother, Chen Yi, was shopping. Not far behind her were two bodyguards who were arranged by Chen Moyan to protect Chen Yi.

Chen Yi looked at the counters one by one and couldn't find anything she liked. In fact, she didn't come here to shop, she just came to relax.

When he was walking around the corner of a counter, a woman suddenly walked past Chen Yi and fell to the ground with an ouch.

When he fell, the woman put her hand on Chen Yi's shoulder and then fell down.

This action is normal. People want to use strength to stand up when they fall. It is understandable that a woman would choose Chen Yi next to her.

"Miss, are you okay? Do I want to take you to the hospital?" Chen Yi quickly helped the woman up.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just sprained my foot. Thank you. My husband is waiting for me in front, so I won't bother you." The woman struggled to stand up and limped away.

Chen Yi also regarded it as a trivial matter and didn't take it to heart.

But she didn't notice that when the woman fell down just now, she pulled a hair off Chen Yi's head.

In the evening, the hair was sent to Basong's residence.

After taking the hair, Basong looked at it, then put it away, and said to Wen Zhongshi: "You go back first, I will do it tonight, so that her mother will have an unforgettable night."

Wen Zhongshi could only say goodbye.

Afterwards, it was not until nightfall that Basong picked up Chen Yi's hair. After reciting a Thai phrase, he suddenly took a bottle of turbid liquid from his body and poured it on his hair.

Then Basong shook his hair and it burned. Basong smiled sinisterly and threw the burning hair towards the big mirror of the hotel.

The hair seemed to be invisible and had no substance, it actually penetrated the mirror and disappeared.
Chapter completed!