Muzishan and Zhang Qilu reached the roof one step at a time. But there was not even a shadow of a cat on the roof, let alone a human figure.
"Qilu, what do you think?"
"Wanwan, please call me Young Marshal here."
Mu Zishan stood at attention and saluted Zhang Qilu and said, "Tell me, Marshal, do you think there was anyone on the roof just now?"
"Of course there is someone, and he is a master."
"Then why are you not in a hurry?"
"Because people can't get out at all. There are five steps and one post and ten steps. Let's go down."
Zhang Qilu came to the first floor and ordered to Adjutant Gan, "Send a few people to the roof. Add a few more guards outside."
Adjutant Gan stepped back and Zhang Qilu said, "The noise just now was not because someone came in and eavesdropped. It was because someone wanted to leave the villa. But we went up too fast, and he ran back to the house again, and now he is hiding here." In the villa.”
At this moment, the door of the villa was pushed open again, and a guard ran in and stood at attention, saluting.
"Report."
"explain."
"At the gate, a great monk named Yanhua came to see the young marshal with three children. He said he was a friend of the young marshal."
Zhang Qilu, Li Xiaoxiao and Mu Zishan looked at each other, looking at each other.
The dining table in the villa is now filled with a variety of dishes, including fried liver tips, fried belly shreds with coriander, sweet and sour tiles, purple abalone in oyster sauce, braised fish lips, eel slices, four live fish, fried hollow shrimps, Chicken with fried peach kernels in sauce, and a Peking roast duck that is red in color, shiny and fragrant.
Zhang Qilu and the other three stared blankly at the four masters and apprentices, devouring their food for a full hour and almost wiping out the food on the table.
Suddenly, the monk sitting in the main seat burped and slammed the table. His three disciples immediately stopped eating and drinking.
Sit up straight and wait for the master's instructions.
Monk Yanhua dipped his chopsticks into some vegetable soup and drew a few simple strokes on the table. Zhang Qilu discovered that what was drawn on the table was actually the structural diagram of the villa.
Yanhua clicked on the two corners of the architecture diagram and said, "Okay, let's solve the problem. Xiao Guo and Xiao Hong are on the second floor. You three go and pull out the two mice. Remember to keep them alive." "
"It's Master."
"It's Master."
"It's Master."
The three of them responded in unison. The three children got off the dining table, performed a Buddhist salute to Zhang Qilu and the others, and ran upstairs.
"Don't you need our help?" Zhang Qilu asked
"No, I'm just afraid that they will be too harsh."
"Okay, let's talk about it, little monk. If you eat meat and break the precepts, are you a real monk or a fake monk?"
"Amitabha." The young monk first announced the Buddha's name and then began to speak slowly.
"I thought I could experience a different life this time, but I didn't expect that when I opened my eyes and patted my head, I found that I was still a smelly monk."
As he spoke, he picked up the wine on the table, took a sip, and continued, "But, later I found out that the monk I am is a fake."
"Then what are you now?" Li Xiaoxiao asked curiously
"Now this." Yanhua patted his red cassock and said, "The monk is just pretending."
"You call it a coincidence or not, guess who those three little brats are. The three people are actually the three founders of the Civil Special Committee, three of the five current committee members. The troubleshooter is my master. I am his master now. Ha, ha, ha, ha. My master beat me every day before, but now I beat him every day, which is considered revenge. You can tell me whether it’s funny or not.”
Yanhua smiled and realized something was wrong. Not only did the three of them not laugh, they all looked at him seriously.
"Little monk, your name is Yanhua now, don't you think it's a little strange?"
"It's not surprising. I always thought it was a bit strange that my master gave me this Buddhist name. Now I know that Yanhua is my master's Buddhist name. It makes sense for this Buddhist name to appear in China's crisis era. Master will Giving Yanhua to me shows that he must have a deep relationship with his master."
"I think this is to commemorate your master."
At this moment, the upstairs sounded like a mess. After a while, the young monk solved the problem and walked down carrying a unconscious man in black.
"Master, he is a little devil."
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In Xiangjiang in 1928, Qin Dao's current identity is Qin Shangwu, a painter. Judging from his name, his family still expects him to make a difference in troubled times. But it is a pity that Qin Shangwu was born weak. He could only practice essays, but he actually made a name for himself in the painting world before he was thirty years old. At this moment, he was in a study room. What he saw in front of him was not painting tools, but a mountain of various documents, ledgers, and receipts.
There was a knock on the door and an imposing, muscular young man came in. There was still food in his hand.
"Brother Qin, it's time to eat."
Qin Dao put down the documents in his hands and ate with the young man at the small table.
"Brother Qin, I really didn't expect that you would have such insights in the business world and keep it hidden. You are really the Mr. Wolong of the business world. We will investigate all the issues you mentioned and the people you pointed out a few days ago. It’s over, it’s been dealt with. I just delayed your meeting with your friends, I’m really sorry.”
Qin Dao said, "Brother Huo, needless to say, I don't know where to find those friends all over the world. Besides, I am naturally weak, so I may not be able to help you if I go there. But I can still help you here." .”
"Brother Qin, you can't say that. You have more than exerted a little effort to eradicate all the stubborn diseases of our Huo Company in the past ten years."
Qin Dao smiled slightly: "Brother Huo, the sewing and mending I made is actually of little use. Your Huo family is involved in too many industries. Now we are in troubled times. It is really difficult to reverse the current situation." It's all difficult. These are not the most important things..."
"Brother Qin, you don't have to worry. If you have any questions, just ask."
"I have carefully looked at your account books for more than ten years. The biggest problem is that almost 80% of Huo's profits over the years have disappeared. With only 20% of the profits, Huo's continued expansion has allowed Huo to survive until now. Miracle."
"Really? Brother Qin is really not simple. My accounts are so hidden that even an old shopkeeper who has been doing business for decades may not be able to find out the problem in just a few months. And from three years Before, I started to use foreign accounting methods to manage accounts. There are hundreds of companies and factories in China. Brother Qin, you only took less than three days to figure out the clues. I really admire you."
Qin Dao put down his chopsticks at this moment and looked at the young grandfather opposite him. He wanted to laugh in his heart. From the first day he started looking at these account books, he discovered the problem. He knew that this was a kind of temptation. The real problem was not these superficial things. Regarding superficial trivial matters, grandpa wanted to test his attitude towards the world and all forces.
Seeing that Qin Dao remained silent, Huo Yinghong continued, "I don't know what Brother Qin thinks about the whereabouts of the money."
Qin Dao smiled, picked up a salted duck egg at hand, and punctured the shell with chopsticks, leaving out the dark red yolk and oily water.
Huo Yinghong took out a dagger and put it against Qin Dao's neck.
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