"How is the situation? How much money can Lao Wang pay?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Lao Wang said that he can only spend three million at most now. His money... is all used to fill the hole in the stock market for his unlucky son..." said the fifty-year-old monk.
"Tell me whether you two... can do it..." the middle-aged man said in a tone that said he hated iron.
"If the two of us don't need money, we can do that kind of thing... But after this time, we will definitely come here leisurely..." said the fifty-year-old monk.
"Then there's still sixteen million left, what do you think we should do?" the middle-aged man asked.
"It's really not possible! We have no choice but to borrow loan sharks..." said the fifty-year-old monk.
"Which loan shark would dare to lend you so much money without any collateral!" said the middle-aged man.
"My house is estimated to be worth at least six to seven million... Lao Wang's house should be about the same... I'm not sure yet... I can't guarantee that it will definitely be enough..." said the fifty-year-old monk.
"Tell me, you have been selling goods here for a day or two, and haven't you made many friends?" the middle-aged man asked.
"The boss won't let me... Besides, among these people in the temple, who is the boss's confidant? Do you know? We won't let us get too close to those captains... How dare I..." Wu
Monk Xun said aggrievedly.
"If you think of another way, if you can't fool me, don't drag me down when you die!" the middle-aged man said.
"Let me think about it... think about it... By the way, there is someone here to buy goods today... but he is a new face... When I saw him eating, he was very leisurely and very steady, and I felt a little uncomfortable.
Normally, I would ask someone to take out the goods that were sent in... I think we can test it... If the person is really buying the goods, let him buy millions more... In this way, what will happen to the money?
It's all together..." said the fifty-year-old monk.
"You have a strange face... Then you have to be careful... If you are really a cop, it won't be much better..." the middle-aged man said.
"Don't worry, I know how to do it. I asked someone to take the goods away, just to test him and see what he would do next..." said the fifty-year-old monk.
"Be sure to control it well and don't make any mistakes. I still have something to do here, so I'll leave first. I will send the three million to you tomorrow," the middle-aged man said.
"Okay, I'll give it to you," said the fifty-year-old monk.
When Zhang Han heard this, he didn't dare to stay where he was. He quickly ducked, ran to the side and went around to the back of the house.
This time, he finally understood what was going on...
Nima Bo's!
It turns out that when I was eating, I was too calm and calm, which aroused suspicion...
So what should a normal meal look like?
Later, Zhang Han realized another question, and that was whether there was surveillance in the temple. Although he had not been in the backyard for a long time, if there was surveillance, he would definitely see everything clearly. In this case, he was probably hiding something.
I can't hide it either.
But one thing, Zhang Han has been able to confirm, Guanghua Temple is indeed a place where contraband is sold, as Lei Yao said.
The next thing to do is to get real evidence.
There was a "creak" sound, and the door to the room should have opened. Zhang Han could hear the footsteps coming out, and they kept walking towards the distance.
Judging from the sound, it was the footsteps of two people. It must be the monk in his fifties who was personally sending the middle-aged man out.
"What should I do……"
Zhang Han hesitated for a moment, and suddenly a bold idea came to him, "This thief monk clearly doubts my identity. In this case, why not give him something hard!"
At that moment, Zhang Han edited a message and sent it to Li Fan.
"I know what's going on. It turns out that it was during the meal. I ate too slowly, which made people suspicious. I just overheard a conversation between the monk who collected the money and a person, saying that they were going to eat normally.
I cut and reprocessed the pills and sold them to enrich my own pockets. I plan to go to a showdown with them and say that I am Lei Yao's subordinate. Look, someone will come to me an hour later pretending to be Lei Yao's subordinate. In addition, in the end,
It's good that I can ask Lei Yao to help, so that if the other party wants to talk to Lei Yao on the phone or something, the secret won't be exposed."
Soon, Zhang Han received a reply from Li Fan: "The leader has contacted the team and asked Lei Yao to cooperate. According to what you said, we will prepare immediately. When we are ready, you can take action."
Zhang Han replied: "No problem."
About two minutes later, footsteps were heard. It seemed that the fifty-year-old monk had returned.
Zhang Han also received a message from Li Fan. Here is Lei Yao's phone number. If the other party wants to call, he can call at any time. Lei Yao is willing to cooperate. But Lei Yao also said that he has not contacted the other party at all.
Telephone.
Zhang Han saved Lei Yao's phone number, which was labeled "Brother Yao". He deleted all the text messages, and then walked around to the front in a dignified manner.
Now that the door has been closed, Zhang Han came to the door and knocked directly, "Dang Dang Dang..."
"Please come in." The voice of a fifty-year-old monk came from inside.
Zhang Han pushed the door open and entered. This is a main room, which can also be regarded as a Zen room. There are four chairs in the room, and an offering table in the middle. On the table are placed a small Buddha statue and an incense burner.
In front of the altar table, there is a futon, and the monk in cassock is sitting on the futon at the moment.
Zhang Han closed the door smoothly, walked to a chair nearby and sat down, and then said: "Master, you are so unkind..."
Hearing this, the great monk turned his head and glanced at Zhang Han, with a look of surprise on his face, and said, "How did you get in the back?"
Zhang Han said calmly: "I saw that there was no one at the door of the hospital, so I walked in by myself."
"This is a quiet place, get out!" the great monk said in a deep voice.
"Let's stop talking secretly..." Zhang Han said angrily: "You are here to fight against me... Just swallow one million for me... Aren't you afraid of being choked to death?
Well……"
"Donor, that is the incense money you gave to this temple. It was of your own free will." The great monk said.
"Okay! Just pretend, okay? I've already called my elder brother and he has sent someone over. I hope you still have the courage to talk to me like this after our people arrive!" Zhang Han shouted.
"Amitabha." The great monk was quite calm. After saying this, he actually became silent.
"Okay! You're good enough!" Zhang Han scolded: "When the time comes, let's see if we're not afraid of smashing this ruined temple to pieces like you!"
"Now is a society governed by law. If the donor did this, I would have no choice but to report the crime." The great monk said calmly.
"You are the only one who dares to report the crime! Okay... Do you want to die together? Then I will help you. You should report it quickly..." Zhang Han cursed angrily.
"Amitabha...I won't argue with you..." the great monk said calmly.
Zhang Hanxin said, you are so stubborn!
"Pretend that nothing is wrong! I'll see today how long you can keep pretending." Zhang Han grinned and cursed: "You still doubt my identity and don't give me the goods. You are a rip-off, I'll give it to you!"
