That day, Qian Wanguan was sitting at the table in the commercial bank, carefully reading a lease contract; sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man with a round waist and thick shoulders, a big nose and a broad face. He was looking at Qian Wanguan and repeating a sentence from time to time. : The content of the contract can be modified.
Qian Wankuan immersed himself in reading it carefully and then raised his head to talk. I will talk after reading it.
After a while, Qian Wanguan called Qian Wanhu and handed him the contract.
Qian Wanguan said, Wanhu, take a look and tell me what you think can be modified.
At this time, out of the corner of his eye, Qian Wanguan spotted a familiar person on the street - Cheng Wanli walking toward his store.
Qian Wagguan stood up, waved to him, and shouted loudly, Cheng Shijiang, don't you have something to tell me? Come on, come on.
Cheng Wanli walked to the door of the trading company in a swagger and said, I have something to tell you.
Qian Wanguan found a chair and asked him to sit on it, but he refused.
Cheng Wanli said, last time I sent my son to convey a message to you, I planned to call you to my home to talk privately. But I heard my son say that you are too busy and have no time to spare, so I am here this time. There are some things I can only say to you alone.
Qian Wanguan clearly received a hint and did not dare to be careless, so he made gestures and said, "Then you can go to the back room and talk to me in private!"
Cheng Wanli said "hmm", followed Qian Wanguan to a side room inside, and closed the door. Then he and Qian Waguan sat on the same bench at the same time.
Qian Wanguan said, you can speak now, I am all ears.
Cheng Wanli said, "Actually, I really don't want to tell you about this!" It's because you helped me, and I want to return the favor to you.
Qian Wagguan laughed, and then said, do you want to return the favor? You owe me no favors.
Cheng Wanli said sincerely, existence, existence. That time, I was invited by the underworld to dig a huge stone mill. My people were lying on the field and fell asleep. If you hadn't delivered a letter to my family, the consequences would have been disastrous. Especially at night, it would be bad if I slept there, so I owe you a favor.
Qian Wagguan said, you're welcome. That time I met you lying on the field, so it was appropriate for me to send you a message. If I hadn't met you, someone would have met you. I hope that the person who met you would have sent a message to your family as long as he had a little conscience. Or I could carry you to your home, but I didn’t carry you. Saying this, he looked ashamed.
At this moment, Cheng Wanli listened to Qian Waguan's words, believed him, and said, "You are so busy, how can I ask you to carry it?" It would be nice for you to send a letter to my family. My family and I are very grateful.
Qian Waguan turned to one side and said in his mind like a narrator: How can I help him? At that time, I just wanted to take advantage of Cheng Shijiang's sleep to make money and kill him. Unfortunately, Cheng Shijiang didn't have any money. I searched his clothes and wallets, but they were all empty, so I felt there was no need to kill him and gave it to his family. Delivering letters.
Qian Waguan said calmly, if you have anything to say, you can tell me now.
Cheng Wanli did not speak immediately, but recalled the thrilling scene he witnessed in Hades.
It was a large stone mill carved out of the Hades Torture Instruments Workshop during the inspection and acceptance process by the Hades Torture Instruments Officer. He nodded with satisfaction.
The torture officer of Hades looked at Cheng Wanli and said, Cheng Shijiang, you can return to the sun after receiving the reward.
Cheng Wanli said that it was time to go back, and if he didn't go back, his family would be worried.
At this time, the Underworld Torture Instrument Officer led Cheng Wanli out of the Underworld Torture Instrument Workshop. When passing by the court that rewards good and punishes evil, he suddenly heard a voice shouting "Spare your life, don't fight".
The torture officer of Hades said that those two sinister men spilled the beans to you, a yang man, and revealed the secret, so they should be beaten.
How dare Cheng Wanli reply? He was afraid that he would say the wrong thing, so he simply remained silent. At this moment, he looked around and saw that the two sinister men lying on the ground were already torn apart. A thug with a whip continued to whip his whip at one of the Yinzai; a thug with a stick also continued to rain down the stick on the other Yinzai.
There was silence in the wing of Qian Wagguan Trading Company.
After a while, Cheng Wanli vividly told what he saw and heard in Hades.
Cheng Wanli said, I will only tell you one thing that concerns you now. The two villains chatted with me after being beaten, and I asked, why does Hades want me to chisel and grind stones? Is it also used to grind flour like in the Yangjian? They rushed to tell me that no, it was used to grind down a certain corrupt official; they also specifically mentioned that the heavy stone mill was also used to grind down the bad guy Qian Wanguan. I dare not ask why they grind you with a stone. Have you done anything bad? Can you tell me?
Qian Waguan drooped his head and did not answer, and Cheng Wanli noticed that his neck was turning red. He also deliberately skirted the topic and asked, what else did the two shady men say?
Cheng Wanli replied, "Do you need to say more?" All the undead souls who were tortured in the underworld were bad guys during their lifetime, and they were tortured after death. After the sentence was over, their bodies could not be saved, and they would most likely be reincarnated as animals.
The atmosphere in Qian Wagguan Trading Company was a little tense. Qian Wanhu pointed at the lease contract and picked up a pen to draw lines on it, saying that if it didn't work here, it would need to be modified there.
The middle-aged man's name was Dai Jiahui. He said, tell your brother your opinion and see what he thinks.
Qian Wanhu said, OK!
At this moment, Qian Wanguan and Cheng Wanli came out of the inner room one after another. As soon as Cheng Wanli came out, he said hello to Qian Wanguan and turned around to leave.
When Qian Wanhu saw that Qian Wanguan's neck was red and his face was tense, he couldn't tell him immediately about the amendments to the lease contract he had just read.
Qian Wanhu still asked tentatively: Did you have a quarrel with Cheng Shijiang in the wing room just now? Otherwise, why is it like this?
Qian Wanguan said, no. This business is not renting any more for the time being, including the store on East Street.
Dai Jiahui asked in confusion, Boss Qian, are you kidding? My lease contract is all written, why do you just change it?
Qian Waguan said bluntly, if you want to do business, rent somewhere else! Anyway, I didn't sign the lease contract, so of course I can regret it.
A few days later, a notice for sale of this store was posted on the wall of Qian Wanguan Trading Company, and many people gathered around to take a look. Since it was basically a sale at the original price, they were discussing and eager to raise money to buy...
That day, in the ancestral hall of Qianjiazhuang, Chief Qian was discussing with other clan members about raising money to run a school.
Patriarch Qian said that running a large-scale school would cost at least 7,000 to 8,000 dan. There are more than 100 households in our Qian Village, and each household needs to donate 7,000 to 80,000 dan.
Tribe A said that running a school is a public welfare undertaking, and notices should be posted to mobilize every household to donate voluntarily.
Tribe B asked, what if some household heads don’t donate voluntarily?
Patriarch Qian said, if you donate unknowingly, we will send people to your door to collect it.
Tribe C said, even if we send people to collect the money, some accounts may not donate it.
Tribe Ding said that without donating money to the account, their children would not be able to study in the newly opened school.
Patriarch Qian said that as long as they do a good job, ordinary clan members will donate. Donating more and donating less does not have to be even. Accounts with more money should donate more, and accounts with less money should donate less. As long as the average donation amount of the hundreds of households in Qianjiazhuang reaches 70 or 80 yuan, it will be fine.
Suddenly, Qian Wanguan walked across the threshold carrying a load of baskets covered with cloth strips, came to the ancestral hall, and paused to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Patriarch Qian looked at the heavy basket that was put down and said, "Wang Guan, you are here just in time." Now our Qianjiazhuang is setting up a school to facilitate the children of every household to study. We require each account to donate 70 to 80 yuan. Do you have any difficulties?
Qian Waguan did not answer immediately, but quietly took off the cloth strips covering the openings of the two baskets, and wow, two baskets of shiny copper coins were revealed.
The eyes of all the tribesmen were attracted. Some looked at it and stuck out their tongues with envy.
