"Leizai, what are you going to do with such a large amount of money? Investment or business. If you do business, I will introduce you to a few friends and keep it safe and make sure you make a profit." Lawn asked.

"I don't know how to do business, and I don't have the time and energy. It's better to buy a house and collect rent. Brother Zai, you know a lot of people. Please introduce me to a few storefronts and this tenement building. I'm going to buy it. Please contact the landlord to see how much it costs."

Lei Weidong took out a cash check, wrote down the number of 500,000 yuan, tore off and handed it to the lard, and said, "I'll ask you for tea for the remaining money."

"Yes, Lei Zai, it's so righteous. I'll make your reservation, my friend." After looking at the amount on the check, Lard Zai smiled happily and said:

"I'm a lard boy and my first thing is to be loyal. Lei Zai, you are so generous, I can't let you suffer any losses. Have you ever thought of getting closer and becoming a sheriff?"

In 1974, due to the stock market crash and then the oil crisis, the economic decline of Xiangjiang, which suffered two heavy losses, not only did the stock market fall to the lowest point, but housing prices also jumped to the lowest point.

Second-hand houses in the city used to be at least 500 yuan per square foot, but now they can be bought at about 50 yuan per square foot, which means 500 yuan per square foot. A common house that can live in forty square meters can be bought at only 20,000 yuan.

This price is nothing in the mainland, because in the 21st century, there are cities that can buy a house worth tens of thousands of yuan, but the price in Xiangjiang is already at its peak and it is impossible to be lower.

Like the Tang Dynasty building where Lei Weidong lives, the storefront house is more than 600 and less than 700 square meters, and the market price is only about 300,000 yuan. Lei Weidong directly gave lard 500,000 yuan, which obviously made him feel good about it.

"I'm sure I'm willing to be a sheriff, but isn't it too much to be a sheriff at my age..." Lei Weidong expressed his concerns by retreating.

"You are at your age and you will definitely have no chance to be an inspector. The sheriff is so mean, so I will cover it with me." Lard slapped his chest and said, "I will mention it to Brother Luo another day, just wait to take office."

There are more than 30,000 Chinese police officers in the Xiangjiang Police Force, among which Lei Luo, the highest-ranking Inspector General Hua.

The instigators of the following three regions are called senior instigators.

Further down are the inquirers of each district, with a total of more than twenty.

Together with the senior detective and the Chief Inspector Hua, they formed the top level of the Chinese police.

Further down there is the sheriff. There are many people in this group, with more than a dozen or even dozens of people in each police station. There are hundreds of people in the entire police force. It is easy to insert a Lei Weidong into it. It is not easy to do it without saying Lei Luo in just one word, but many detectives can handle it.

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"Uncle Biao, please accept it with a little bit of heart."

The next day, Lei Weidong brought a large bag of snacks to the plainclothes team of the police station and sent it whenever he saw someone, especially Uncle Biao, who gave a big red envelope directly.

"Two hundred yuan, Lei Zai, have you won the Mark Six lottery or found the money? Why are you so generous?" Uncle Biao asked in surprise when he opened the red envelope and looked at the two 100-yuan bills inside.

"I didn't win the Mark Six lottery and I didn't find any money. I just went to Macau to play a few times yesterday and won some money. Today I will let everyone have the blessing to share." Lei Weidong smiled and distributed the snacks to colleagues in the plainclothes team.

"Lei Zai, you can't get involved in this thing. No matter how much you win, you will have the possibility of losing." Uncle Biao was very worried when he heard Lei Weidong gambling.

The casinos in Macau are very powerful. They don’t care whether you are a policeman or not. They have to pay as long as they lose. If they don’t pay, they can go directly to Xiangjiang to catch up the accounts.

"Don't worry, Uncle Biao, I know the importance of it. I won't go to Macau anymore. If you want to go, you can interrupt my retreat. You can do it first. I'll go to practice the gun. Please send me the rest of the things."

Put the snacks in the bag into Uncle Biao's arms, and Lei Weidong walked towards the gun room.

I don’t practice guns for a day and feel uncomfortable all over. Today I have to fill in yesterday’s vacancy.

"Uncle Dong, this is your red envelope. I've been troubled by you so much during this period." When I came to the gun room and saw Yang Jindong sorting out the report, Lei Weidong took out the red envelope from his arms and handed it over.

"But the holiday is not a birthday, why give me a red envelope? Did you win money in Macau?" Unlike Uncle Biao, Yang Jindong knew that Lei Weidong went to Macau yesterday. When he saw the money in the red envelope, his first reaction was that Lei Weidong won.

"I won, and I won a lot. Today, not only Uncle Dong, but also Uncle Biao, I have sent red envelopes to make everyone happy," Lei Weidong explained.

"How much did you win? Lei Zai, remember what I told you, you will lose if you bet ten times. Once this thing is contaminated, it will be a huge problem." Yang Jindong said. He did not want his optimistic apprentice to be ruined by the bet.

"A lot of it is money that ordinary people can't make in their entire lives." Lei Weidong shrugged and said, "So, Uncle Dong, please give me 500 bullets.

"Five hundred bullets, Lei Zai, what are you nervous about?"

"I'm so addicted to gambling, especially after winning, I have to divert my energy." Lei Weidong said, "I pointed at the red envelope in Yang Jindong's hand with my fingers.

"Uncle Dong, you must help me. You don't want me to go to Macau to lose my net worth."

"Indeed, the addiction to winning gambling is even greater than that after losing. Gamblers win first and then lose, and then fall deeper and deeper." Yang Jindong nodded, "You have a good mentality, Uncle Wang, I support you.

"These are five hundred bullets, which is not enough. You must quit gambling addiction."

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The lard zombie has a wide range of ways, and both black and white give him face. It is too easy to find someone. In just one day, I found out who the owner of the Tang Building was and where to live in what business.

He also knew that due to the oil crisis, the economic situation in Hong Kong has been very bad in the past two years, and the consumer goods business cannot make much money. The British people wanted to end the business and return to China to develop, and at the same time sell all the properties in Hong Kong.

Tanglou had long wanted to take action, but he couldn't find a buyer.

The lard came to the door for a good talk with him.

I have to know that the person who wanted to buy his house was Luo Ge's follower Lei Weidong. The British didn't dare to speak loudly, so he sold the Tang Building to Lei Weidong for 240,000 yuan.

Let the lard pick up a big bargain.

Of course, the lard boy also reciprocates, and helped all the transfer procedures and other things. The next day, he asked someone to send the house deed to Lei Weidong and helped Lei Weidong get the steps to get promoted to the sheriff.

In other words, Lei Weidong will do nothing and will be a sheriff at the end of next month.

Although his status is 100,800 miles away from Lei Luo, there is no gap in police rank. Everyone is at the level of a member of the staff, and they need to stand attentively and salute when they see a ghost.
Chapter completed!