It seems to have suddenly become cold, and what is even colder is the human heart.
Zhao Ying came to Lin Kun and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Brother Lin, my mother's mental state is not good to begin with, and my father has such a big accident, so..."
Zhao Ying lowered her head and her eyes happened to fall on Lin Kun's arm. His arm was still bleeding, dripping down.
"fine."
Lin Kun smiled slightly, raised his hand and rubbed the wound, smearing the blood on it, and said: "If there is anything I can do to help with Uncle Zhao's funeral, just ask."
"there is none left."
Zhao Ying was talking, but her expression was hesitant. Lin Kun saw the clue. Before he could ask, Zhao Ying's second uncle came over and said: "Mr. Lin, there is something about our family.
We haven't negotiated well, I'm afraid..."
I met Zhao Ying's second uncle Lin Kun, who was the director of a branch in Harbin City. He was very cheerful, but when he opened his mouth to ask for help, this middle-aged man in his forties found it difficult to continue.
Lin Kun said: "Director Zhao, if you have anything to do for me, just say it. As long as I, Lin Kun, can help, I will do it. When I was in Russia, if it weren't for Uncle Zhao, my life would have been destroyed by that Jiu Ye."
It was taken."
Zhao Ying's second uncle then said: "My eldest brother and I are the only ones in our family. My father had already planned to bury my late mother in a cemetery in this city a hundred years later."
His grave was also moved here, but I didn’t expect that my eldest brother would move it in advance this time..."
"Yesterday, my father and I went to choose a cemetery for my eldest brother, and we chose a place. My father is a Feng Shui master in our countryside. The place he chose is a place where wind and water gather. He is an old farmer in the countryside, and he doesn't have any particular ideas. Of course,
He told the cemetery salesman that it was a treasure land, but the cemetery salesman told his boss about it, and his boss immediately raised the price to one million."
Lin Kun frowned and said, "Director Zhao, please continue."
Zhao Ying's second uncle said: "This cemetery originally cost 30,000 yuan each, but this one costs 1 million. Our family is not a wealthy family and cannot afford so much money. But my father accepts death and says
That cemetery is good, as long as my eldest brother can be buried, he can become the prime minister in his next life."
"I'm a materialist and don't really believe in things like Feng Shui, but for the sake of this old man's peace of mind and for my eldest brother to be buried in a good place..."
Before Zhao Ying's second uncle could finish what he said, Lin Kun said: "Director Zhao, some people just can't reason with him. You are a police officer. It's not good for you to argue with this naughty boss. You want to know the details of that cemetery?"
The position told me that I will go meet the boss tomorrow and have a good talk."
Uncle Zhao Ying said: "I'm afraid it's too late to meet him tomorrow. My eldest brother will be buried tomorrow, and the time has already been set, at nine fifty-eight in the morning."
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Don't worry, Director Zhao. You just transport the coffin there tomorrow. I guarantee that you can bury Uncle Zhao's bones smoothly. If the owner of that cemetery is interested in ordinary people,
The starting price is nothing, Uncle Zhao is a hero, and heroes should be respected whether they are alive or dead."
Second Uncle Zhao Ying said: "Okay, then I'll leave this matter to Mr. Lin. By the way, Mr. Lin, just go and convince the cemetery owner, but be sure not to cause anything bad."
Lin Kun understood what Zhao Ying's second uncle meant. He was afraid that he would be violent or cause a life-threatening lawsuit. After all, Zhao Ying's second uncle was still the chief of the police station and a public official. If there was a life-threatening lawsuit, this would be a big deal.
My son is not good to anyone.
Lin Kun said with a smile: "Director Zhao, don't worry, there are rules in the world. I, Lin Kun, am not the kind of master who wants to kill people for no reason."
Lin Kun greeted Zhao Ying, comforted Mr. Zhao, and then left with Ba Zhi and Long Daxiang.
After Lin Kun and the others drove away, Mr. Zhao's eyes almost went blind from crying. He looked at the direction in which Lin Kun and the others were leaving and asked Zhao Ying's second uncle, "Xiao Er, who were those three people just now?"
Yeah, why did I hear you say that you asked him to help your elder brother get a cemetery? Can he accomplish this?"
Zhao Ying's second uncle supported the old man and said, "Dad, don't worry, this Mr. Lin is very reliable. He asked us to transport our eldest brother's coffin tomorrow so that it can be buried."
"Okay... okay, I'll feel at ease if your eldest brother can sleep there." The old man said, two more lines of tears flowed from his eyes, and he turned around staggeringly, looking at his eldest son.
The coffin let out a long sigh
: "Son, don't worry. Dad has been studying Feng Shui for a lifetime and has pointed out a lot of good points. This time I will point out one for you. Now that Dad is old, he can no longer avenge you.
Don’t blame dad.”
…
Long Daxiang drove the car to the villa. Lin Kun looked out the window and said nothing. The silence in the car was a bit depressing.
Long Daxiang couldn't help but speak first and said: "Brother Kun, how do you plan to interfere with the cemetery matter?"
Lin Kun looked away from the window and said: "There are two kinds of people in this world, one is good people and the other is bad people. You can often reason with good people, but you will never be able to reason with bad people.
Nothing will come of it."
Long Daxiang said: "So, you are planning to deal with the cemetery boss?"
Lin Kun said: "Heroes are worthy of respect whether they are alive or dead. Zhao Ying's father was an undercover agent during his lifetime and died unexpectedly this time. He deserves to be treated as a hero. The owner of the cemetery raised the price and made unconscionable money and refused to give it to him.
With a little lesson, he will think that the whole world can't do anything to him, a scoundrel."
Eight Fingers said: "That's right, none of you can stop me tomorrow. When I see him, I'll give him two big slaps on his ears first."
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Don't be so impulsive now, we will act according to the opportunity tomorrow."
The car drove into the villa area. Normally, Lin Kun would like to visit Mr. Che in the evening, but it was almost eleven o'clock since he left Zhao Ying's house. Mr. Che was probably asleep at this time, so it was inconvenient to disturb him.
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In the villa, Lu Ting and Zhang Xiaoya were already asleep, while Niu Dazhuang was sitting alone in the living room with his legs crossed, eating melon seeds and watching the football match. Mei Yu and Hu Yao also went out to play recently. I heard they went to Giessen Province.
In Changbai Mountain, Mei Yu wants to dig up a thousand-year-old wild ginseng, but she doesn’t know whether it’s true or not.
Seeing Lin Kun coming back, Niu Dazhuang immediately stood up and laughed and said: "Kunzi, welcome back, you miss me so much."
With that said, Niu Dazhuang opened his arms and hugged him. Lin Kun quickly hid aside and said, "Can we stop being so fake?"
Niu Dazhuang said: "I don't want to either. After watching a bad football match, the national football team didn't even have good players. The players were a bunch of rich second generation players. Look at what they are playing here. MD, it made me think.
It’s all twisted, I just want to lean on your shoulders to grieve.”
Lin Kun suddenly felt a chill and quickly took another step back...