The conversation lasted less than twenty minutes and ended immediately.
Mr. Lin left surrounded by everyone, and Xiang Hui also led the financial team back.
"Have you finished processing it?"
I put my hands in my pockets, raised my head and asked Xiang Hui.
"It's over,"
Xiang Hui nodded, and then continued: "Every year, our finance department comes here, and we are familiar with the business, so we can handle it very quickly."
"Mr. Xiang, there is something I want to say,"
The treasurer held his briefcase, stood next to Xiang Hui, hesitated for a moment, and then said.
"you say,"
I was stunned for a moment.
"There are changes in their accounts this year. Several accounts are not from previous years,"
Direct financial questions.
When I heard this, I couldn't help but frown, and then asked: "Has his financial steward changed?"
"I don't know about that, but from a financial point of view, it's not easy to change an account with such large amounts of funds, unless there is a problem with the circulation channel,"
Finance explained it from his professional perspective.
"There is a problem with the distribution channels. What could happen that would cause problems with Mr. Lin's distribution channels?"
Li Hao frowned and muttered to himself.
"Major changes."
Xiang Hui added immediately.
"Stop it, go out first and then talk,"
I listened to their conversation and immediately waved my hand to stop them from continuing to talk.
outside the door.
Xia Xiaoxuan and Zai Zai sat in the pickup truck and saw off Mr. Lin's fleet with their own eyes. There were six cars in total, one Hongqi and five Audis.
"Wow, isn't that person who came out the chairman of the Mongla Special District?"
Xia Xiaoxuan pointed at the Hongqi car in shock and said.
"How do you know it."
He Zaizai asked a little confused.
"Daguo, I'm in the media. Tell me how I know."
Xia Xiaoxuan was slightly speechless.
"I'm from Fudan University. Why didn't I know?"
He Zaizai continued to brag, and now he began to believe that he was from Fudan University.
"What on earth does Xiang Nan do? How could he know such a person?"
Xia Xiaoxuan was very puzzled and said while biting his green onion-like fingers.
While the two were talking, I, Li Hao, and Xiang Hui walked out with the finance team. Then the finance team got in the car and left alone. Xia Xiaoxuan tilted his head and looked at me and asked, "Myanmar as agreed." It’s a three-day trip.”
"Just play with Zai Zai. Don't you want him to tell you the important meaning of Along the River During the Qingming Festival?"
I frowned and replied.
"What I say doesn't mean what I say, don't blame me for going back and making a show by myself to blackmail you," Xia Xiaoxuan said with a smile.
"Then let's go. Mongla isn't that big anyway. I can take you around as much as you like, but only for today. My wife has already urged me to go back."
I thought for a moment and replied casually.
"I know you are afraid of your wife, so you don't have to keep saying this,"
Xia Xiaoxuan mocked disdainfully.
"hehe,"
I immediately smiled, then opened the door and got in the car.
The car was driving on the streets of Mengla. Xia Xiaoxuan sat in the car with a camera and kept taking pictures.
About an hour later, Xia Xiaoxuan suddenly saw a small temple on the side of the road, or a temple that could be called a temple. There were usually unlicensed monks here, who mainly engaged in fortune-telling and fortune-telling business.
The locals sneer at this kind of industry because they are relatively hungry and don't have the spare money to spend here. But this kind of small temple is very popular with domestic tourists, so they can survive by relying on this kind of deception. .
"Hey, the architectural style of this temple looks very simple. Stop the car and let me go down and take a photo."
Xia Xiaoxuan said with great interest.
"Take a photo with me. Then you wait for me for a while. I'll wash my hair with mineral water and then divide it into three to seven points."
He Zaizai replied excitedly and immediately stopped the car.
Five minutes later, at Xia Xiaoxuan's strong invitation, we stood together at the door of this small temple and took a photo. But after taking the photo, Xia Xiaoxuan asked us to go in for a stroll, take photos, and tell fortunes.
"Go ahead and let's talk about something,"
I waved my hand towards Xia Xiaoxuan.
"Just one piece,"
Xia Xiaoxuan pouted, grabbed my arm and said.
"Sister, I only pray to Buddha and don't care about divination. If you want to go, you can go. We really need to talk about something."
I replied speechlessly.
"Pretend to be 13."
Xia Xiaoxuan said something dissatisfied, and then walked into the temple with his camera.
At the door.
I hugged my shoulders and stood on the steps with Li Hao and Xiang Hui and continued chatting.
"Why do you seem to feel even less confident after meeting Mr. Lin..."
Xiang Hui asked me.
"I can't describe how I feel. I just feel like everything went very smoothly. He was very confident and asked us to be calm. But he didn't say a word about what happened at the top. What happened at the top? My eyesight completely went dark. So, I felt a little worried."
I lit a cigarette and said softly.
Temple interior.
An old monk sat at a yellow wooden table.
If we look at his appearance alone, he has neither a kind eyebrow nor a kind eye. His cheeks are extremely thin, and his chin looks like a pendant. His eyes are sunken, his forehead is protruding, and his face is covered with dense age spots. The whole person looks like an oily lamp. An exhausted old ape.
He twisted the beads in his left hand, put his right hand on his lap, and asked softly: "Donor, what do you want?"
"Pfft."
Xia Xiaoxuan had a long figure, bent his knees, and knelt upright on the futon. He closed his eyes slightly and replied softly: "Disciple, I am looking for marriage."
"With the word "asking", life is already miserable. If you don't get the result of your request, your heart will be depressed. If you get the result, your conscience will be uneasy."
The old monk spoke in a soft, tactful and deep voice, but the white eyebrows above his eyes were slightly longer. Therefore, from Xia Xiaoxuan's perspective, it was not clear whether the old monk opened his eyes and looked at her.
This uneasy sentence shocked Xia Xiaoxuan's heart. She suddenly remembered that Ma Xiaoyou had already given birth to a son for me.
At this moment, she had just finished confinement for a few months.
No results, depressed.
It’s hard to feel at ease after getting the result.
The explanation given by the old monk seemed to be telling Xia Xiaoxuan that whatever you do in this matter is wrong.
After a long period of dullness, Xia Xiaoxuan put his hands on the futon, bowed and kowtowed and said, "Thank you, Master, for your enlightenment. From now on, I will not ask for results or suffer others, but just watch quietly and think about it silently in my heart. That's all."
"Amitabha."
The old monk nodded slightly.
"Disciple, I have one more request."
After Xia Xiaoxuan stood up, he put his hands together and bowed again, lowered his head and said, "Master, please help me to divine the future of the person I like."
Ten minutes later.
Xia Xiaoxuan, who was feeling a little depressed, walked out with a happy face.
"What are you doing?"
Xia Xiaoxuan walked next to me and asked with a smile.
"Come out...hehe, let's chat."
I replied casually.
"Here."
Xia Xiaoxuan stretched out his little hand and handed over a yellow note.
"what."
I was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion.
"The master gives you some life advice, ho ho."
Xia Xiaoxuan said with a smile.
"You are so free."
I replied speechlessly, lowered my head, spread out the note, glanced at it, and immediately curled my lips.
"What are you writing about?"
He Zaizai asked curiously.
"show me."
Xiang Hui was also very ungrateful. He reached out and snatched the note. Then he lowered his head and read it out loud with a frown: "Ten years of luck are as fierce as a tiger, but thirty years of wasting the rest of your life..."...