The director asked: "Then what should we do to cooperate with you? Don't worry about mobilizing manpower. No matter how many people you want, I can give them."
"No need, I am enough alone." Jing'er said.
"Alone? Isn't this too dangerous? For safety reasons, I can discuss with the military area and mobilize a platoon of people to help you."
"No need, they are not afraid of guns and shells, and it is useless to bring them here. However, I need something." Jing'er looked at the director and said.
"Just tell me what you need. Don't worry about the funds. You don't have to open an order for anything you need to buy." The director said quickly.
Jing'er smiled slightly, "You don't need too much money. One hundred yuan is enough. I need a bundle of red ropes. No, I also need manpower. You can have people tie these red ropes into figure eight knots in one day.
Leave it all to me, the figure eight knot doesn’t need to be big, half the length of your finger is enough.”
"It's that simple?"
"It's that simple." Jing'er said, "I'll go in and see. Do you two want to come in with me?"
Li Zhewen shrugged, "With you here, what are you afraid of?"
Naturally, the director is not afraid. He dared to stay alone in the canteen today, and now he naturally dares to follow Jing'er in.
The door of DreamWorks is made of hollow and inlaid stainless steel. It has a splayed shape and is very large. Many buildings in DreamWorks are still under construction. The sand and cement from the construction are piled aside and sealed with red, white and blue tape. There are also some long construction waste materials.
On the eight-ton truck, I planned to pull it out and dump it, but because it was put on hold due to construction, it was too late to transport it out, so the truck was parked on the side of the street.
DreamWorks imitates buildings from the Republic of China period. The floors are generally not very high, with the highest being only three or four floors. It has a somewhat Shanghai-like style. There are many shops on both sides, and the signboards are all ready, such as Changshenglong, Guangchanglong, and Jufu.
Ancient names such as Loulou and Taoxiangju are hung at the entrance of the shops. Walking among them makes people feel like they have stepped into time and space and entered the period of the Republic of China.
"The investment is not small!" Jing'er said.
"Dream Factory, which cost 300 million to build, was forced to stop due to the haunting incident. Not only that, the surrounding villa groups were also affected and all stopped. Once the investors withdraw their investment, they will suffer heavy losses." The director sighed.
He was born in Shiji Village, so he naturally hoped that his hometown could continue to develop and grow. If he was forced to put it on hold, he couldn't imagine what these villagers would do in the future.
Jing'er remained silent and came to a Baccarat noodle shop. She took a deep breath and said, "Let's go say hello to everyone."
She pushed open the glass door and walked straight in.
The director and Li Zhewen followed closely behind. Although they were used to seeing big scenes, they felt a little nervous at this moment because they knew that what they saw after entering was not some big thieves, but people who were once alive but have now turned into corpses.
A wandering ghost.
Sure enough, as soon as they entered, they saw countless headless ghosts floating in the huge hall, and the strange sounds of laughter and cries lingering in their ears. No matter how strong their hearts were on weekdays, they were now a little nervous and contracted.
The feeling of rapid heartbeat and rising fear.
As soon as they entered, the headless ghosts swarmed over and hung around them.
Jing'er said fiercely: "Back off!" Her voice was not loud, but it carried a majestic tone that could not be ignored. The figures of the headless ghosts froze for half a second before disappearing one after another.
In the blink of an eye, all the headless ghosts who had filled the hall disappeared, and not a single one was left. The director breathed a sigh of relief, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, he wiped it with the back of his hand, and said to Jing'er: "It seems that Director Li did not introduce
Wrong, you are indeed the best candidate to be the leader of the crime team."
Jing'er looked around the Baccarat hall. The baccarat table was full of Yin energy. She reached out and touched it gently, her fingers were slightly moist. She said, "The Yin energy is very strong, let's go."
"When will it come?" Li Zhewen also felt unnatural all over his body, as if his body was being restrained by something. It was difficult to move his hands and feet, and it was even difficult to breathe.
"Tomorrow at noon." Jinger came back and said.
Li Zhewen said: "I know that the Yang Qi will be strong at noon tomorrow, so it is the best time to deal with them."
Jing'er smiled angrily and said, "Because I estimate that it will take at least noon tomorrow to make the figure eight knot. Of course, what you said is also one of the conditions."
The three of them left. The director invited Jing'er to have dinner at a nearby farm. There are many such farms in the suburbs. The consumption is not high, but the environment is elegant. They have their own fish ponds and chicken farms, as well as their own vegetable gardens. So they are very healthy.
, very popular among locals and city dwellers.
Back that night, Jing'er discussed the crime team with Lin Lefeng and Lao Qian. None of the three of them knew anything about the crime team. After Jing'er explained it, the three of them expressed no interest. Especially Lao Qian.
, he said: "I finally found a high-paying job, and only a fool would join your Laoshizi crime team."
It's easy to settle old money, just give him money, especially since it's the monthly repayment date. He also has to ask someone to borrow money and pay it back and then withdraw it. In fact, he doesn't even know how much he loses to the bank in handling fees every month.
It was a lot, but he never tired of it. Therefore, the monthly salary of 15,000 yuan completely conquered him, and if he could afford it, he could work two jobs part-time.
As for the local tycoon, he didn't have any opinions. Seeing that Qian Feifan agreed, he also said that he would pay 15,000 and work for a year, and then he could marry a wife.
The most difficult thing to deal with was Lin Lefeng. There was no way he would abandon his company and become a member of the team to investigate the case. He said that the investigation was a matter for the police and had nothing to do with ordinary people like them. Jing'er threatened and induced him, but he just refused to agree.
He even seemed very scared.
Jing'er suddenly remembered that she had taken him up the mountain before. He had seen ghosts and was afraid of ghosts. But now that he had forgotten his identity as the God of Wealth and restored Lin Lefeng to the past, he was naturally also afraid of ghosts.
Sure enough, when Lin Lefeng heard that both the rich man and Qian Feifan had agreed, he stared and asked, "Are you so poor that you are crazy? Do you know what the case the crime team is going to investigate? There is something wrong with it."
"What are ghosts to be afraid of? Poverty is scary. Money is not everything, but money is absolutely impossible. A rich third generation like you, who was born with a golden key in his mouth, will not understand." Old Qian said very depressedly.
"What about you? Aren't you afraid? You can just ask for money. I have plenty, uncle. It's extraordinary money. I'll give you 20,000 yuan, but you don't want to go." Lin Lefeng is afraid of old money and rich people provoking something dirty.
I came back, so I opposed it with all my strength.
Jing'er's eyes widened and she said: "It's a mess. If you don't come, it's up to you, but he is now a member of my team. If you dare to poach my people, I'll take care of you with a golf club."
Lin Lefeng shrank his neck, "You are forcing someone to make things difficult for him. He originally didn't want to go. Also, you are not allowed to go. Why don't you just be your own lawyer? What case are you investigating?"
Jing'er raised her fist, and Lin Lefeng closed his eyes, "You have to say the same thing if you hit me."