Boss New looked happy:
"Of course, I, Niu, am completely convinced of you two."
After speaking, he took out the official ticket and pointed at the face:
"As for the other deposit checks, there are a total of four hundred oceans in them. I also know that you two are not short of money, so I became the owner for you and deposited them all into the Eastern Province Official Bank. You can use them as you please."
Yue Guanchao was secretly happy in his heart, but he still pretended to be pretentious and pushed the official ticket forward a little:
"Oh, this can't be done. It's only been a month, how can it be possible to pay out so much dividends."
"That's natural!"
New Delu took out a thick stack of documents and said mysteriously:
"Thanks to Song Qianjin, the new sign of Fuxian Teahouse has been put up a long time ago. I will take advantage of the opportunity to launch the Folk Art Association, not to mention the teahouse on Bagua Street in the South Market, Baza Street in Beishi, and the Overseas Commercial Port. If you can win it, you will be invincible in Fengtian."
"These contracts are documents for old and new teahouses to join the folk art association. The money gained is tens of thousands. This money is just a red envelope. In half a year, there will be greater profits."
Seeing that he had indeed made money, Yue Guanchao was no longer modest and pulled back the banknote:
"Then, I'm not welcome."
They were happy when Fusheng knocked on the door and walked in:
"My boss, Secretary Song is here. He said that Miss Song invited him to have tea. The cabin has been prepared. You two can come over."
"Thank you, little brother Fusheng."
After Yue Guanchao gestured with his eyebrows, Fusheng slightly cupped his hands, closed the door and walked out.
Song Siyuan just noticed Fusheng's big change!
In the past, Fu Sheng mostly wore short clothes and was always described as timid and timid. He relied on his clothes and his saddle, but now he wears a moon-white long gown with dark patterns. After all, he is more suave and romantic!
"Boss Niu, isn't Fusheng a pamperer anymore?"
If she was really a waiter, why would she do her job while wearing a long gown? She made a little joke and started Nudero's chatterbox:
"That's natural. Now that I have adopted Fu Sheng as my adopted son, he is now the young master's family. I will learn accounting from the accountant. I will be able to have some leisure time after I graduate."
"Aren't you afraid that he will sell your teahouse and run away?"
"If you say you're not afraid, that's all nonsense, but people can change their hearts. I don't think I've wronged Fusheng. As for how he repays me, that's his own spiritual practice, which we can't control!"
Niederu's words were open-minded and open-minded. It seemed that after this matter, he really thought about it clearly.
Yue Guanchao joked with him a few more words and followed Fusheng out of the office.
In the elegant cabin, Song Qingyang was drinking tea and listening to music. When he saw Song Siyuan coming over, he quickly took out his things.
Yesterday, Song Siyuan had already communicated with Song Qingyang and asked him to help investigate the Changbai Mountain Tufuzi tomb robbery case. Seeing him produce the information, she thought there was a result.
Song Qingyang said while eating:
"This case happened a long time ago, about a month ago. At that time, the Changbai County Public Security Department took over the case and immediately tied up the escaped tomb robber."
"These cases of tomb robbery and excavation, the stolen goods are always in hand, and the county magistrate...oh no, now he is called the county governor. The county governor is a rotten old scholar who doesn't know how to judge cases. He just wrote a confession for two people The confession sign was immediately hung on the wall."
"That's it?"
Song Siyuan originally wanted to get clues from the case file, but there was nothing in the confession. It was filled with the county magistrate's verdict.
If you squeeze out the water and pick out the nonsense, you can summarize it in one sentence:
Anyone who steals and robs a tomb deserves to die.
"What do you think?"
Song Qingyang's tone was neither salty nor cool. Such documents are common in the Public Security Department:
"Although it's the Republic of China now, we still use the same team as the previous dynasty. At a lower level, the county magistrate doesn't even bother to change his official uniform. Now he's still a beast with official coat and red tassel hat. What can you do."
"Fengtian and the surrounding big cities still have some modern police force, so you should be more patient."
"have to!"
Song Siyuan clicked and threw the nonsense on the table.
"The confession is dead, but the person is alive. Don't you want to hear the police department's internal information about this case?"
Song Siyuan's spirit came back to life when she saw something going on.
"How to say?"
"It's not easy to be at home."
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