Zhang Bin is the current boss of Yingbin Building. He is in his thirties and less than four years old, and is about the same age as Miao Qiang. He is not tall and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which gives him a smart and capable look.
After seeing Miao Qiang come in, he hurriedly stood up and greeted him, smiling and saying: "Master Miao, what's wrong with you? Didn't you get a good rest last night?" When he spoke, he gave Miao Qiang a knowing look.
Son.
Miao Qiang was a little speechless after seeing his eyes, and thought to himself: "What's wrong with people nowadays? Why are their thoughts so wrong? I don't have two dark circles under my eyes just because I haven't had a good rest. Why did I do this to them?"
Big space for imagination.”
However, he was too lazy to explain. He smiled bitterly and asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you have something to do with me?"
Zhang Bin smiled and said, "I have a little thing that I want to ask you to help me with. Come on, let's sit down and let me introduce you to some eminent monks."
While talking, Zhang Bin pulled Miao Qiang towards the sofa by the window. At this time, there were several monks wearing cassocks sitting on the sofa. Miao Qiang suddenly felt that the fat monk in the middle looked familiar.
When he got closer and saw the man's appearance clearly, Miao Qiang's heart suddenly became angry. It turned out that the fat monk was none other than one of the two people who fought with Miao Qiang in the basement the night before yesterday. No,
Counting the ones who slapped him, there should be three people.
This fat bald man was slapped on the head by Miao Qiang's Tiger Hard Climb move. At this time, there was still a clear red palm print on his fleshy bald head.
Miao Qiang was so angry right now. A group of petty thieves dared to pretend to be monks and come here to cheat. It was too blatant.
At this time, the fat monk showed a meaningful smile to Miao Qiang. Then he saw that the other party seemed to want to expose him, so he hurriedly winked at Miao Qiang and signaled Miao Qiang not to do so.
Miao Qiang frowned when he saw this, and said to himself: "Okay, then I'll see what tricks you want to do."
Zhang Bin pointed at the fat bald man and said: "Master Miao, let me introduce to you. This is Master Jue Yuan, the abbot from Yinyuan Temple in Phoenix Mountain. These are his disciples."
After hearing this, the fat bald man put his hands together in a pretentious manner, called Miao Qiang a Buddhist name, and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk Jueyuan has met Miao's donor."
Miao Qiang's teeth hurt when he heard this, but he was no longer in a hurry to expose these fake monks. He stared at the monk who claimed to be Jueyuan and sneered: "Master, you can see that you are an eminent monk. The palm print on your head,
It must be the legendary three flowers gathering at the top and five qi heading toward the yuan, right?"
Anyone who listens to Miao Qiang's words will not be able to bear it. Zhang Bin is holding back his laughter and is about to get internal injuries, but this fake monk who calls himself Jue Yuan has a calm and composed look on his face.
Jue Yuan was neither happy nor sad, and there was no sign of displeasure on his face, but the tall and thin man sitting next to him gave up.
After he stood up, he did not say the Buddha's name, but stretched out a hand in front of Miao Qiang and said: "I am a poor monk, I am glad to meet you."
Miao Qiang sneered in his heart: "You are so afraid that I will forget you. When we fought against each other the night before yesterday, you called me Lao Jia. We have already established a good relationship after not seeing each other for two days."
Looking at the other person's extended hand, Miao Qiang immediately understood that this fake monk wanted to use the opportunity of shaking hands with him to compete.
How could Miao Qiang tolerate him? He stretched out his big hand and grabbed it. Miao Qiang practiced martial arts since he was a child and worked as a cook for more than ten years. He flipped a large spoon every day, but his calloused hands were not strong enough.
Small.
As soon as the two held hands, Lao Jia's expression changed. Miao Qiang stared at him with a smile, while secretly exerting force on his hands.
He heard Lao Jia's hand making a "crack" sound when he squeezed it, and waves of heart-wrenching pain also passed through him. But this Lao Jia was also very strong, and his hand bones were about to be pinched by others.
He was so broken that he remained silent, clenched his teeth and stood firm, and cold sweat broke out on his bald head.
He is riding a tiger and has no choice now. He is asking for it. If he gives in now, it will be a big loss.
The fat bald man sitting next to him saw Lao Jia's embarrassment and said hurriedly: "You two, time is urgent, let's talk about it."
Zhang Bin seemed to have smelled the smell of gunpowder between Miao Qiang and the others, so he also echoed: "Master Jue Yuan is right, Master Miao, Master Xiu Yuan, let's sit down and talk, sit down and talk."
After the two stopped, Lao Jia breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "It's so scary. I almost capsized in the gutter today."
Miao Qiang sat down on the sofa opposite the fat bald man, and then asked: "Master Jueyuan, I have often heard people say that there is an eminent monk named 'Sap' in the Yinyuan Temple in Fenghuang Mountain. I don't know who he is today."
Are you here?"
As soon as Miao Qiang said these words, Zhang Bin was stunned for a moment, and said to himself: "How can there be a monk who calls me "sap"? Why don't you ask them if they are called "bian shovel"
What the hell!" Sensing Miao Qiang's strange behavior, he hurriedly winked at Miao Qiang and signaled him to stop making trouble.
But Miao Qiang seemed not to notice and continued to stare at the fat bald man opposite, trying to get the answer from him.
The fake monks next to the fat bald man had their faces turning blue and white at this time, making them extremely ugly. But this Jue Yuan still looked calm and composed, just like an accomplished monk. He smiled at Miao Qiang and said, "Miao Qiang"
The donor may have heard wrongly, there is no monk named 'sap' in our temple."
After Miao Qiang said "Oh", he said: "Really? Maybe I heard it wrong. But if Master has the opportunity to see the 'Sap' monk in the future, please remember to say hello for me."
Jue Yuan clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, if we meet by fate, the poor monk will definitely bring me the words of Almsgiver Miao."
Zhang Bin, who didn't know what kind of style Miao Qiang had today, felt like he was going to be angry. If he had known that Miao Qiang didn't want to see the monk, he wouldn't have come to him today even if he said nothing.
Seeing that the smell of gunpowder in the venue was getting stronger and stronger, he hurriedly smoothed things over and said: "Master Jueyuan, you see, I have also invited Master Miao, the master you requested. Can you tell me your plan now?"
But as soon as Zhang Bin finished speaking, before Jue Yuan could speak, Miao Qiang on the side quit, turned to look at Zhang Bin and asked: "Mr. Zhang, what do you mean? You said you have something to do with me, but you won't do it even if I come.
Tell me what's going on. One more thing, what does it have to do with these monks? I'm just a cook, I know how to cook, but don't come to me to open a monk's buttocks."
"Pfft!" Lao Jia, who had just taken a sip of hot tea into his mouth, immediately spat it out after hearing Miao Qiang's words. Zhang Bin, who was sitting opposite him, was caught off guard and was spat on his face.
As Lao Jia spat out the hot tea, the scene instantly fell into embarrassment. Zhang Bin's face turned red. He hurriedly pulled out a few tissues from the paper drawer on the coffee table, took them off and wiped his eyes with water, and said:
"Yes, yes, I was abrupt. I didn't explain the matter clearly to Master Miao beforehand."
"What's going on? I'd like to ask the masters to wait a moment. Master Miao and I will go out and have a few words."
After saying that, Zhang Bin stood up, pulled Miao Qiang on and walked out the door. As he walked, he said, "Master Miao, come with me."
In this way, Miao Qiang was forced out of the office by Zhang Bin. After leaving the office, Zhang Bin dragged Miao Qiang into the corridor, took out two cigarettes, lit them respectively, and said: "That's it.
Master Miao, there are some things going on in our hotel, I think you already know it without me having to say more."
"I specially invited those great monks to come back to help solve the problem, but they failed last night due to lack of manpower, so I thought of finding a brave person in the hotel to take over."
"I have heard about your performance during the night shift the night before yesterday, so after thinking about it, I feel that there is no other suitable candidate except you. Do you understand what I mean?"
After hearing this, Miao Qiang frowned and asked, "Is this your intention or the intention of those monks?"
Zhang Bin took a deep breath on the cigarette and said: "All right. After you used chicken blood to drive away those three dirty things the night before yesterday, this matter spread among everyone. I don't know who those monks are."
Where did you hear it from? I called on you today to ask for your help, and that’s exactly what I wanted to do.”