In early December, there was heavy snow (here refers to the solar terms).
On this day, it really snowed in the sky in S City.
This is a city where it rarely snows, and even if it does, it rarely accumulates.
Today's snow is no exception.
Although there were snowflakes falling in the air, they turned into slush when they fell to the ground.
…………
"You really know how to choose the day..." Bao Qing stood in front of the window, looking at the continuous rain and snow outside, and said with empty eyes, "With this weather, it's worth going out for a walk."
Everyone could tell that what he said was ironic.
At this time, Brother Jue, who was sitting on the sofa playing games on the TV with Xiao Tan... answered without looking back: "Who asked you to come here without driving?"
"My wife went to the supermarket to walk the children and drove away." Bao Qing replied confidently.
"Then you can also take a taxi. Who told you to take the bus?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"Are you going to reimburse me?" Bao Qing asked, "Are you taking a taxi? The fare alone is enough for me to take the bus back and forth two or three times."
"Tch...you, a civil servant, are still crying in front of us?" Feng Bujue said, "Just for the salary you received from the Ninth Section, wouldn't it be just a joke to buy another car?"
"Nonsense, my salary slip and all expenses are strictly controlled by my wife." Bao Qing replied, "Even if I eat a bun at a roadside stall, I have to report it verbally, otherwise the accounts will not be reconciled.
." He paused, "How about...let me buy a car? How can I explain to my wife where the money comes from?"
"You can tell her... you used your chemistry knowledge as a student and combined it with a little bit of your personal artistic talent to develop a new type of blue methyl methicide formula." Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
, "Since these days, you have been using your spare time to help others cook some of these drugs, and have earned tens of millions of dollars from it, and all of that money is currently hidden under the floor of your house."
"Do you think I really can't tell that you are playing a Breaking Bad joke? Do I have to forge a cancer report or something to increase my credibility?" Bao Qing turned around and complained decisively.
"Haha... you find it troublesome, right?" Feng Bujue said with a smile, "Then why don't you just tell her that you are an agent of the Ninth Section? This way, your family's expenses will be more comfortable in the future, and you won't have to spend as much money as you do now.
There’s nothing to spend the money on.”
"Stop being so verbose, is my identity exposed? What do you think of national security?" Bao Qing responded, "Besides..." As he spoke, he walked back to the sofa, "
What's wrong with me crying in front of you two? Let's not talk about Xiao Tan... let's just talk about you..." He walked to Brother Jue and sat down, "Didn't you make a lot of money through some illegal channels recently?
One hundred thousand dollars?”
"Well...you really already know..." Feng Bujue thought a little guilty.
"Nonsense, do you think that putting the money in your bag and depositing it in the bank's valuables safe... can hide your eyes from others?" Bao Qing said, "What do you think we are doing for food?"
"Tch...if I had known this, I would have just applied for a card and deposited it." Feng Bujue muttered.
"Actually...Brother Jue." At this time, Xiao Tan, who had been playing games silently beside him, said, "If you have the kind of money that is inconvenient to handle, you can give it to me, and I will exchange it for some money at our house.
I can just give you the money."
"Oh? Is that okay?" Feng Bujue suddenly turned his head and looked at Xiao Tan.
"Of course." Wang Tanzhi replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "Many of our businesses can handle that kind of 'unknown' money, oh... By the way... Sister Yu's family
It’s actually okay to open a gallery.”
"Ah, I know that." Feng Bujue continued, "The art auction business... has always been used by the mafia..."
"Hey!" At this moment, Bao Qing interrupted the conversation between the two people with a shocked expression and a loud roar, "Did you make a mistake? Do you think I'm dead? Are you blatantly exchanging money laundering experiences in front of law enforcement officers?
"
"What are you doing?" Feng Bujue said unconvinced, "It's not enough to just talk about it? We people have already allowed you to set fires, so why can't you just let us light a lamp?"
"Okay, okay...I won't tell you this." Bao Qing quickly changed the subject and looked at Wang Tanzhi, "Xiao Tan, have you set a wedding date? You have decided on a date. Remember to tell me as soon as possible.
I have to save some money to give you a backup gift."
"Uh... not yet." Xiao Tan replied, "Recently our parents are communicating..." He finished half of his reply, paused for a second, and then said, "Speaking of... gifts or something..."
As long as it's what you're feeling, it doesn't have to be an exaggerated gift... Xiaoling and I don't lack anything."
"Tch... do you think I want to give you something expensive?" Bao Qing squinted and sighed, "I am giving this gift to our section chief..."
"Huh?" Xiao Tan was stunned for a moment before reacting, "Oh, that's right... I seem... to be the grandson-in-law of your section chief."
"You are my father-in-law, and your future wife's grandfather is my immediate boss... At your wedding, if I don't express my feelings..." When Bao Qing said this, many terrible memories seemed to appear in his eyes, "
The section chief will definitely not let me off lightly...if he gets upset and transfers me to work with Brother Dongfeng, then..."
"Wait!" Feng Bujue heard a familiar name from his words and immediately interrupted, "You mean... Dongfeng?"
"Yes." Bao Qing replied.
"The one who planned Ma Junxiao's kidnapping case, the one who used to be the gambling supervisor of Gambler's Palace... that 'Dongfeng'?" Feng Bujue said.
"What other east wind is there?" Bao Qing asked again.
"So this person is still alive?" Jue Ge asked curiously.
"That's right...what do you think?" Bao Qing asked.
"I thought... he probably died in some of your unethical scientific experiments, or mutated into a monster or something." Feng Bujue replied.
"What kind of organization do you imagine us to be?" Bao Qing's mouth twitched as he muttered, "Is it the villain organization in the special films about young people..."
"So..." Feng Bujue avoided the other party's question and continued, "Dongfeng works for you now?"
"Ah...he was forcibly recruited as a 'warehouse manager'." Bao Qing replied.
"What warehouse?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"You don't want to know." Unexpectedly, before Bao Qing could answer, Xiao Tan interjected.
"Hey, hey, hey...what do you mean?" Feng Bujue's eyes changed when he looked at Xiaotan. He said with a surprised look on his face, "You seem to know something?"
"Hmm..." Xiaotan pressed the pause button on the handle, raised his head and thought about it, and then muttered, "That's... it's a long story..." (To be continued.)
