When officials eat, in order to maintain their demeanor, image, and distance, they generally don't drink much.
Zhu Tong only drank about three ounces of Wuliangye and walked into the small garden of Zijin Haoyuan, but he felt dizzy.
Nowadays, the little liar is in a state of being in a state of panic. He feels that anyone approaching him has a conspiracy. After thinking about it, Miss Chen's matter is always lingering. The originally simple network information center suddenly has such a deputy director. Wang Juefei seems to be still...
It's quite hinting at something.
Zhu Tong walked deep into the garden and dialed Dai Maozi's phone number.
"We have business again. We are investigating a person, Ms. Chen, Wang Juefei's secretary."
"Scope?" Dai Maozi seemed to be awake at all times, and his speech was not as wordy as other southerners, concise and direct.
"Family background, previous experience, everything I can get, I want."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and Zhu Tong knew that Dai Maozi was settling accounts.
"I'll give it to you this time without any charge."
As soon as Dai Maozi's quotation came out, Zhu Tong was shocked: "Reason?" Without saying much, he knew that Dai Maozi would definitely give him a reasonable explanation.
Now is not the past. It is not easy to make money. It is always good not to spend money. But is Ms. Chen really so worthless? The little liar is very doubtful.
"Mr. Li, I'm scared to do a business like yours, so I won't do your business in the future. There's only one reason why I won't charge you this time. I want to do it myself. This kind of business can no longer be left to my subordinates. Li
Sir, are you satisfied with this reason?"
"Do I have to guarantee that if anything happens, it will have nothing to do with you?"
"Yes, this is the condition for me to agree to take your business."
"Okay, I agreed." Zhu Tong respects people with professional qualities, and Dai Maozi is obviously one of them.
"I'll give you a new number. Don't make this call again. I'll reply to you at this time the day after tomorrow."
Dai Maozi was clean and tidy, and immediately hung up the call with the little liar after getting the new phone number.
Thinking about it, people have already heard the news; Dai Maozi is shrewd and will contact him quickly; Dai Maozi did the right thing this time, but he was careless; for the sake of each other's safety, they should not contact him again.
Zhu Tong thought about the strangeness of Dai Maozi, took out another phone card, and dialed his senior brother's number.
"I want someone, senior brother, let Cheng Hu stay with me for a while."
"Are you in trouble?" Zhu Yun asked with concern. He cherished this little junior brother more.
"It's not too troublesome. I think we Zhumen will leave Jianghu sooner or later and get on the right track. I want to set up a company in Shanghai and let Chenghu come over to help and learn at the same time."
"Okay, Uncle Master also said that you will not leave Zhumen. I will prepare a new identity for Cheng Hu and find you within three days."
"This is different from whether I can leave the Zhumen. Cheng Hu has a lively personality and is not suitable to follow you as a monk. Uncle Master... Forget it, ask him how he is for me. In addition, Senior Brother spread some news to the world, so I said
Sipinhonghuo annexed the Shanghai subway, and Linglong Knife is in Shanghai, making a lot of money. Hmph! I don’t believe no one is jealous.”
"Isn't that too cruel?" Zhu Yun was more prudent after all, and was a little hesitant about his junior brother's suggestion.
There are not only eight factions in the Jianghu, but those gangs that are not ranked in the eighth-level sequence are also active, but they do not follow the moral principles of the world, especially the group of pickpockets from the Northeast. The conflict with the fourth-level Honghuo has been around for a long time. In the past, Honghuo
There are people running all over the country with no definite place to stay. If the news spread that Linglong Knife is in Shanghai, the Shanghai subway will probably be bustling for a while.
"It's okay to hide it. This news will get out sooner or later. We are just a little early. That woman came to test me in the morning. Didn't you say that the Linglong Knife has injured several masters from the Northeast? Now is the time, Jianghu Debt
I have to pay it back sooner or later, I don’t want her to bother me anymore."
Zhu Yun agreed, and this matter was also good for Zhumen itself. The big fire wheel brought people to the door for no reason, which itself was challenging Zhumen's bottom line.
"There is one more thing. I need senior brother to help me put on a scene." Zhu Tong thought about it again and again, and whispered: "Senior brother, I'm in trouble. Find someone to let the outside world know, and say, Zhu Tong is in Shanghai.
What kind of treasure are you looking for? The news needs to be kept secret so that it doesn't involve you."
"you mean……?"
"That's right, let Senior Brother pretend to reveal something unintentionally. If he is locked up inside, there must be someone from the Eight Sects around him."
The other person on the phone was speechless, and Zhu Yun was also thinking about what the junior brother was planning? By doing this, wasn't it to make it clear that people would trouble Zhu Tong?
The last call was to Shandong, and it was no surprise that the other party received a call from Zhu Tong. The two scammers chatted a few words on the phone without saying anything, and they both ended the call with a smile.
After Zhu Tong hung up the phone, he walked to the apartment. There was a light on in the window on the seventeenth floor. There was a beloved woman waiting for him inside. That was enough. Get away from all the gangs and lakes.
In the apartment, Duohua is watching TV with the Yin-Yang dog in his arms, and Ye'er is sitting on the side, using Duohua or the Yin-Yang dog as a model to practice sketching.
"you are not……."
"Duohua asked me to come, so I had no choice but to come back." Ye'er smiled shyly. She was going to stay at home today, but she wanted to see her lover before she came back. Saying it was Duohua was just an excuse.
"Did you drink too much?" Zhu Tong changed out of the casual clothes prepared by Ye'er and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Ye'er followed him and asked with concern.
"I didn't drink at all."
It was obvious that he was telling lies with his eyes open. Ye'er looked at Zhu Tong from behind and said, "Your face is red, you smell of alcohol all over your body, and you said you didn't drink? Your finger is also injured?"
"I really didn't drink. If you don't believe me, why don't you try?" Zhu Tong couldn't explain the injury on his finger, so he started to lie. Lying in front of Ye'er, this little liar's instinct gradually became dull.
"How to try?"
"Try it this way, it's very simple."
Zhu Tong lifted Ye Er up to his chest with his backhand, and their lips met.
Ye'er let out a soft cry, broke away a few times, slowly put her arms behind Zhu Tong's head, and immersed herself in it.
"Wangwang." Yin Yang Dog ran into the bathroom and barked twice curiously.
Ye'er pushed Zhu Tong away and whispered with a blushing face: "You haven't drunk yet, bad guy. The broadband is connected, you go and try it."
"Yin Yang, are you good at home?" Zhu Tong picked up the Yin Yang dog and walked into the study.
The broadband was indeed connected, and Zhu Tong turned on the computer to install various required software.
Firewalls are necessary, although they cannot protect against hackers like Tai Haiyan; MSN and QQ are also necessary. They are the fastest online communication tools. Although they are not necessarily safe, if they are used by people like Tai Haiyan, they have their own precautions.
Method.
Search software is also required. Zhu Tong’s first search was three names: Wang Xiangjian, Xiang Hua, and Huayi Foundation.
Strangely, there are only a few news entries about Wang Xiangjie's name. He used to be the deputy mayor, secretary, and deputy governor of a certain place. He was transferred to Beijing the year before last and his background is blurry. There is no news about Xiang Hua and Huayi Foundation at all.
No, are they invisible?
As usual, Duohua occupied the speakers in the living room and sang. She had a soft voice and a good sense of music. She could sing any song well after listening to it a few times.
Ye'er stayed in the bedroom painting, and Zhu Tong read in the study. The apartment was peaceful, but a little noisy.
In the suburbs of Shanghai, there is a quiet temple called Puxian Temple. It is as famous as Suzhou Xiaguang Temple. It is the two oldest, largest and most magnificent Buddhist temples in the Suzhou and Shanghai areas. Unfortunately, Suzhou Xiaguang Temple is now known as Qipinzhu.
Door occupied.
In the morning bells and evening drums, Puxian Temple is quite solemn and solemn; the Buddhist holy land made of gold and silver is integrated with the surrounding water town scenery. The scavengers living in several shacks not far away envy the most is the monk gate in the temple;
There are expensive cars in and out, distinguished guests coming and going, and a lot of money can be collected in the merit box every day. The monks just chant sutras, which is much more comfortable than scavenging.
The main gate of Puxian Temple is three gates standing side by side, with a main gate in the middle and a small gate on both sides, which is called the Sanmen Hall. When you step into the Sanmen Hall, there is a Yaksha god holding a vajra on each side.
The first hall is called the Hall of Heavenly Kings. In the middle of the hall is dedicated the future Buddha Maitreya. On both sides of the Hall of Heavenly Kings are the four heavenly kings who protect the Buddha. Behind Maitreya, leaning against Maitreya, is the statue of Wei Tuo, who is loved by the monks.
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At this moment, it was completely dark outside. In front of the statue of Skanda in the Palace of Heavenly Kings, Big Fire Wheel sat on the soft chair with a depressed expression, his head still shaking. Come to think of it, he had been in this state all day, and there was a withered yellow streak at the corner of his mouth.
of mucus, his eyes were tired, and he muttered softly in his throat: "Master, help me."
The master who shouted the big fire wheel was not a ruthless monk. There was an old monk beside him. He wore plain clothes and cloth shoes, and had nine incense scars on his head. The skin on his thin face was ashen, but his eyes were shining with a strange light.
"Alas, the benefactor's illness was caused by the poor sealing of the Jianjing acupoint, and the Qi channels accumulated there, leading to the current state. I have never seen such a thing, and my apprentice was so tired that he had to repair the Jianjing acupoint.
, Lao Na’s cultivation is limited and he can’t open this acupoint. It seems that the thing blocking the donor’s Jianjing acupoint is a living thing.”
"Master, help me..." Big Fire Wheel was in a daze and could only say this, with saliva leaking from the corners of his mouth.
"Master Kongmu, is there no other way?" Linglong Dao Hong Jiaxin wiped the corners of Big Fire Wheel's mouth with a handkerchief and asked unwillingly.
The wooden monk in front of me is one of the three eminent monks of the first-grade Golden Buddha, and is the same as the master Kongji. He has been cultivating in the Golden Buddha Temple for many years, and only then came out to preach. He is a famous monk in the south of the Yangtze River. The ruthless monk is his only one.
A disciple of Big Fire Wheel. Even he couldn't do anything about Big Fire Wheel's strange disease. Hong Jiaxin couldn't think of anyone else to turn to.
"Right and wrong are destined to be fate. The direct subordinates of Zhumen's ghost and spirit arts have always been mysterious and unpredictable. It is very dangerous to provoke them. Amitabha, I am really helpless against his illness."
"Master, what you said is wrong; we Huohong came forward under the entrustment of Master Wuxu. If something goes wrong, the Golden Buddha can't just push it away." Linglong Dao was a little annoyed. Originally, the fourth-grade Honghuo and the seventh-grade
I wish everyone is safe and sound. Big Fire Wheel was deceived by his junior sister Yanzi and hit it off with Monk Wuxu. That's why he ended up like this.
Hong Jiaxin is still afraid of the fight in the morning. Although Zhu Tong's skills are good, they are not particularly good. Although Linglong Dao suffered some losses in the morning, she has figured out Zhu Tong's approach; she is confident.
In the next fight, I will defeat that hateful little liar. What I am afraid of is that if Zhu Tong uses this method to deal with himself and turns into the ugly appearance of a big fire wheel, what a terrible thing it will be!
"Bang bang bang bang..." Master Kong Mu sat cross-legged on the ground and knocked with a black mallet, and the crisp sound of wooden fish sounded in the hall.
Hong Jiaxin is also capable. She has been studying in Mount Emei for many years and is already familiar with the sound of Buddhist wooden fish. However, Master Kongmu only makes a substantial sound by hitting the empty place with a wooden mallet. This kind of magical power is really brilliant.
Master Kongmu's yellow wooden mallet is only half a foot long, no thicker than an index finger, and the head of the mallet is no bigger than an egg. The "bang bang" sound it makes is shocking.
Calm, Big Wheel's expression also relaxed, and his head swayed gradually slowly.
At the same moment, Zhu Tong, who was on the 17th floor of Zijin Haoyuan, suddenly felt his eyebrows beating. The butterfly god in Yintang Point stretched out its whiskers and its wings danced rapidly. For the first time, Zhu Tong felt the butterfly god's anxiety. After spinning it for many times,
, pointed the twin whiskers to the northwest, flapped its wings, and invisible energy was transmitted from the twin whiskers.
"What's wrong?" Zhu Tong closed his eyes to investigate secretly, and had just started to perform the Pengma Kung Fu. The vibration of "Bang Bang..." was faintly heard, and the two wings of the Butterfly God were like radars, absorbing and strengthening the weak information in the distance.
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"Li Xiang, what's wrong?" Ye'er opened the door and came in, holding a cup of tea in her hand; "Are you too tired today?"
"Nothing?" Zhu Tong opened his eyes and felt that his head was wet and his body was sweating.
"You look very bad, are you sick?" Ye'er stretched out her hand to try Zhu Tong's forehead, but immediately retracted it, covering her lower abdomen and was about to collapse.
Zhu Tong reached out to catch her, but Ye'er was too reckless. The Butterfly God was fighting with something, and Ye'er's hand moved rashly, receiving the murderous intent of the Butterfly God, and the poisonous insects in his body were triggered.
"You should go back and rest first. I'm fine." Zhu Tong stabbed three needles in Ye'er's abdomen to frighten the poisonous insects that were about to move, and then took off her divine amber; "I may need this."
During this period, Ye'er practiced writing the word "spirit" every day. The poisonous insects in her body were washed by the spiritual energy, and the black color had long since dissipated, turning into a pure white thing. After three stitches, it calmed down.
"Okay, I'll help you go to the bedroom to rest." Ye'er wanted to help him, Zhu Tong smiled and said: "It's nothing, I'm fine, maybe I drank too much, I just need to sleep for a while."
As he said this, he was swaying when he walked, and the Butterfly God in Yintang acupoint danced more and more violently. Along with this, Zhu Tong's whole head was "buzzing". He was really like a drunk person, with soft legs, numb feet, and stiff arms.
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When Duohua saw Zhu Tong being helped out of the study by Ye'er, she quickly put aside the phone and came to help.
"You guys go and rest, I'm fine, I'll be fine after a nap." Zhu Tong lay on the bed in the bedroom, covering his forehead with his left hand, pressing his right hand on his lower abdomen, holding on to the divine amber.