Sitting on the light rail going home, the more Li Junfeng thought about it, the more he felt that he had made the right move in letting Yu Jianghai call the police. If he really called the police, with this amount of money, Yu Jianghai would have to explain to the police the ins and outs of his money. But he probably would not tell the police how he got the money.
While Li Junfeng applauded his quick wit in his heart, he couldn't help but sigh at Shang Cambridge's boldness. This person looks and feels more vigorous than Yu Jianghai. It seems that my top priority next week is how to get back my share of money from Shang Cambridge. Judging from Shang Cambridge's attitude towards distributing money at night, he could probably get 1,800 marks, or even 2,000 marks.
When he thought that he could earn thousands of marks for nothing from Yu Jianghai, Li Junfeng felt that all the bones in his body were lighter by several kilograms, and he went home happily humming a ditty.
But Li Junfeng didn't think carefully about one thing: Why did Yu Jianghai bring so much cash with him?
Yu Jianghai, who was following him all the way, saw that he neither went to a place near Yu Jianghai's dormitory to withdraw money (Yu Jianghai thought Li Junfeng might have hidden the money nearby), nor did he call anyone, but took a car straight home. , I couldn’t help but wonder: Could it be that I was really wrong in my suspicion? Was there someone else who attacked him?
After tracking to no avail, Yu Jianghai returned to his dormitory angrily and sat on the light rail. Thinking that he had lost a lot of money in vain, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken, but he quickly calmed down. This matter had to be opened up by Li Junfeng. If what he tells is a lie, he will leak it sooner or later. After all, it is easy to lie temporarily, but it is still very difficult for a boy of his age to maintain his lies for a long time without revealing flaws.
After entering June, the dawn is getting earlier and earlier. Dong Qiangqiang has the habit of going to bed early and getting up early. Yesterday, he was temporarily disturbed by Lei Lanting and fell asleep a little later, but his biological clock for getting up in the morning did not change. Just after six o'clock, he climbed out of his sleeping bag.
Lei Lanting was still sleeping soundly on the mattress. It seemed that alcohol did have a soothing effect. Thinking that Lei Lanting shouted Tong Lele's name several times in his dream last night, Dong Qiangqiang gradually believed that Lei Lanting might really like Tong Lele. He couldn't help but wonder if he was calling someone's name in his sleep.
While making breakfast for himself and Lei Lanting, Dong Qiangqiang read the newspaper. He has now developed the habit of reading the newspaper every day. The more he reads, the new words in the newspaper seem to be less.
After reading the newspaper, Dong Qiangqiang copied into his notebook the codes of nearly ten option products that he picked out last night that he thought were pretty good, issued by different financial institutions, and related to public stocks. With Mueller's money as a foundation, he felt that he could suddenly do a lot more. He wanted to communicate with Duan Mu Xinghao before placing an order today, and then buy a few options as soon as possible to experience the taste of financial leverage.
After breakfast, he returned to the house and saw that Lei Lanting was still sleeping soundly. Dong Qiangqiang kicked the corner of the mattress with his foot and said loudly: "Hey, drunkard, wake up."
"Well, what time is it?" Lei Lanting turned over on the mattress, hugged the quilt, and muttered to the wall.
"Ten minutes to seven o'clock." Seeing that Lei Lanting was still staying in bed, Dong Qiangqiang took two steps quickly and opened the curtains. The sunshine in the morning is just right, making it warm and comfortable without being exposed to the sun.
Although Lei Lanting was facing the wall with his back to the sun, he still covered his head with the quilt and muttered: "It's not even eight o'clock yet, please let me sleep a little longer."
"Still want to sleep until eight o'clock? You beautiful person, hurry up." Dong Qiangqiang urged, "We have to leave at eight o'clock."
"Why so early?" Lei Lanting asked angrily under the quilt, making the quilt rise and fall, "Can't you just let me sleep a little longer?"
"Did you forget that we have to go to the court first and then to the tax bureau in the morning?" Dong Qiangqiang raised his voice, "Do you still want Mueller's money?"
"Yes!" Lei Lanting pulled off the quilt, sat up from the mattress suddenly, and opened his eyes wide, "How could I forget such an important thing? Thank you for reminding me."
"You are a typical drunkard." Dong Qiangqiang waved his hand, "Breakfast is in the kitchen. Remember to wash the dishes after eating."
"Yes." Lei Lanting jumped off the mattress and rushed out of the room in two strides, but he jumped back in less than a second. "I forgot my pants." He said with a playful smile.
Lu Wei went home directly after strolling around the Children's Day Carnival last weekend. She called Lu's mother and learned that her father's condition had stabilized a lot. She told her mother not to be careless and to call her anytime if anything happened. She also told her brother a few words in particular, such as the commonplaces such as being first in studies and the college entrance examination being an important hurdle in life. But what surprised her was that her brother did not show the stubbornness and ignorance she thought he would, but instead comforted her in a sophisticated way. Don't panic, his goal is still 211, 985 and other prestigious schools, which makes Lu Wei quite pleased.
Putting down the phone, Lu Wei took a few bites of rice and immediately devoted herself to the paper that Yu Jianghai assigned to her. She had sent the thesis outline to Yu Jianghai before, but Yu Jianghai never responded without comment. Presumably, he himself knew that his ability could not guide Lu Wei.
Lu Wei felt that this point about Yu Jianghai could be regarded as one of his limited advantages: he would never guide an expert by an outsider. Of course, Lu Wei never let him down every time.
On Saturday, she adjusted the outlines of several papers, and on Sunday she spent another day in the library, sorting out all the literature that needed to be consulted. She was busy until the library closed on Sunday night, and she reluctantly returned to the dormitory.
After making a random packet of instant noodles in the dormitory, Lu Wei started writing his thesis. This time I wrote directly until two o'clock in the morning on Monday. If Lu Wei hadn't been so sleepy, he could have continued writing.
At around eight o'clock in the morning, Lu Wei was still asleep when the cell phone placed above his head on the desk made an ear-splitting sound. Lu Wei was in a deep sleep. He stretched out his hand to reach for his mobile phone, but he failed to calculate the distance. His hand flew away. In addition, the force used was a bit strong, and he fell directly from the bed to the bottom of the bed.
After finally getting the phone, Lu Wei saw that it was one of the calls she least wanted to answer.
"Good morning, Ms. Lu Wei, I am Dr. Fang Ke."
"Well, good morning, Dr. Fang Ke." Lu Wei knew the purpose of the call and felt a shiver in his heart.
"Is your time convenient tomorrow morning?" Fang Ke didn't make any pleasantries this time, but got straight to the point, "Nine-thirty in the morning."
"Let me take a look at the schedule." Lu Wei gently pushed his hair behind his ears and quickly made a difficult decision, "Well, I... have time."
"Okay, I'll see you at the art academy at 9:30 on Tuesday morning. I look forward to your visit." Fang Ke hung up the phone without saying a word.
Thinking of having to work as a still life model the next morning, Lu Wei fell into a daze while holding the phone.
There was still some time before nine o'clock, and Dong Qiangqiang and Lei Lanting were standing at the door of the Hanover State Court, but Tong Lele had not arrived yet.
The two chatted and waited for Tong Lele, and the time passed by minute by second.
Nine o'clock sharp.
Tong Lele was late.
"You said she wouldn't forget to come to the court today like me, right?" Lei Lanting looked at Dong Qiangqiang worriedly, "Can we still get the money if we are not equal?"
(Special thanks for this chapter: Yun Ya Qi, a clan member of the Zhao family, and Jin Wan Liang 2019 for their recommendation votes)
