Marry into a wealthy family if you don't pay well

Finally, in front of the evidence, the driver finally confessed.

Everything was connected successfully, but to Shen Zhuo's surprise, their plan started a year ago.

"A year ago...Speaking of which, Gao Wang's company had just closed down at that time," Shen Zhuo stood at the door of the Public Security Bureau with his hands in his pockets, "It seems that it is really like what you said, 'transfer hatred'. The fault caused was passed on to me, everything is the fault of others, and he himself is a white lotus."

Yan Shaoqian took a step forward and stood side by side with him: "Forget it, don't insult Bai Lianhua. With his fat head and big ears, how much is it worth? It's like cow dung."

"When I saw him a few years ago, he wasn't so greasy. Why is he so unsightly now?"

Shen Zhuo looked around, but didn't see his car, so he called his assistant: "Where's you? Where did you drive the car? Didn't you say you'd better wait for us outside?"

The assistant was very guilty: "Uh...Mr. Shen, why don't you take a taxi, the company has something urgent just now, I came back early."

Shen Zhuo frowned upon hearing this: "Why don't you take a taxi?"

Assistant: "I have the car keys. It's useless to just leave the car to you. If you don't come out for a long time, I really can't wait, so I left first."

Shen Zhuo had nothing to say, so he could only say: "Okay, okay, I won't go back to the company, see you."

He hung up the phone and raised his chin at Shaoqian: "Let's go, take a walk, fortunately it's not too far."

Yan Shaoqian has no objection - he was detained by an angry Shen Zhuo for a week of confinement at home because of a series of dangerous behaviors on the highway, and he almost didn't hold back his madness.

The stitches on the wound on his lower back have been removed, and he is basically healed. He finally glanced in the direction of the Public Security Bureau: "Let's go."

The criminal has been arrested, and there is no room for him to intervene in the next matter, and the follow-up lawsuit is also a matter of deliberation... In this era, he, the king of the mountain, is actually quite useless.

As he walked, he said, "Tell me about what happened later."

"What happened afterwards?"

"Eight years ago."

"Oh," Shen Zhuo cleared his throat, "After you died 800 years ago, I inherited your mountain."

"I know that, let me tell you something new."

"And then it turns out that there's actually a gold mine down there."

"..." Yan Shaoqian was taken aback, "What?"

Shen Zhuo gently covered his mouth: "Hey, I mean, the mountain where your Shenying Village is located is a gold mine underneath."

Yan Shaoqian is stupid.

"Otherwise, do you think there are so many funds for us to join the uprising army," Shen Jue said, "After the change of dynasty, before my death, I formed a caravan and used the gold mined from that gold mine as the principal , trade and trade continued, the caravan grew bigger and bigger, and the business name at that time was 'Shen'."

Yan Shaoqian's eyelids couldn't stop jumping up: "Don't tell me...the current glory of your Shen family is the seed you left behind?"

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Shen Jue raised his eyebrows, "At first I didn't believe that such a coincidence would happen, but one day I asked my dad where the funds for his establishment of Haichen came from, and he said It was he who sold a batch of antiques handed down from his ancestors to domestic collectors. I saw photos of those antiques, and they were the goods that the caravan traded in those years."

"Unexpectedly, after so many years, the Shenying Village and the gold mines are gone, but the value generated by them goes around and flows back into our own hands."

Yan Shaoqian's expression management was a little out of control: "I have two questions now."

"You said."

"The first question is that the antiques handed down by your ancestors were sold so easily?"

Shen Jue: "Aren't you selling them to keep the cubs? The Shen family is not a collector. Antiques can only be of value in the hands of collectors who know how to appreciate them. They are gold in our own hands." They can't emit light. Besides, these antiques were sold for sale back then, and I just let them return to their original meaning."

Yan Shaoqian said that what you said is really high-sounding, why don't you just donate it to the National Museum if you want to make full use of the value of the antiques, profiteers are profiteers, and you have to make excuses for yourself.

"Then the second question—so Mr. Shen, you not only occupied my mountain, but also took away my younger brother, and even made a fortune from the gold mine that should belong to me, and now you turn around and pick on me?"

"If you have to say that, you are right..." Shen Jue touched his nose, "However, you can join Haichen, I will give you a position, let Chang Wu Zou Ren and others be your subordinates. My shares are also It can be transferred to you, these shares are much more valuable than any antique gold mine."

Yan Shaoqian smiled and said: "Then I really thank you."

But to be honest, even if he really mined a gold mine back then, he might not be able to use it as well as Shen Jue. With his personality, he might have spent it all on his brothers.

All he is good at is getting money into and out of accounts, money begets money, and only Shen Jue can do it.

Is this the difference between a scholar and a soldier?

It seems that he still has a lot to learn from Shen Zhuo.

It was still early, it was only after nine o'clock in the morning, and the two of them were strolling all the way home. They didn't know where they were going, when suddenly a tangy fragrance wafted through their nostrils.

Yan Shaoqian looked up and saw a roadside stall with a cart in front of it, with the words "Baked Cold Noodles", "Hand Cakes" and "Pancake Fruits" written on it.

His eyes lit up in an instant, and he rushed forward at a faster pace: "Auntie, let's have some grilled cold noodles, add an extra egg, add bacon, sausage, and chicken tenders, and you want onions, not cilantro."

"?" Shen Zhuo was very confused, "Didn't you have breakfast?"

"I just took a bite, and I've already digested it." Yan Shaoqian took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay, "Do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

The two waited around the roadside stall, when Shen Zhuo muttered in a low voice: "What soul is there without coriander."

Yan Shaoqian: "So you are the one who adds coriander."

Shen Zhuo immediately retorted: "It's different without coriander."

"You are."

"You are."

This kind of question has never been debated to the end, the two choked up a few words, and kept silent at the same time.

It would be embarrassing to be seen arguing with President Tangtang Haichen and the future vice president at a roadside stall over the question of "whether or not to add coriander".

A few minutes later, Yan Shaoqian got a box of delicious roasted cold noodles, tied two sticks, and ate while walking.

After a while he said, "Let's talk about something."

Shen Zhuo endured the smell of roasted cold noodles, wishing to stay away from him, and really didn't want to continue chatting: "What else?"

"Have you rehabilitated Lin Xiang?"

Shen Ju paused.

Yan Shaoqian stopped and waited for him: "It's okay, just tell me if you have any."

"Sorry, I didn't know you were..."

"It's okay, I just want to know the result." Yan Shaoqian squatted down on the curb, intending to finish his meal before leaving, he lowered his eyes, "There have been many unjust, false and wrongly decided cases in history, and those who can reverse the case are few, the Lin family It's just one of many victims, and I have nothing to complain about, after all, I was born without such luck."

Yan Shaoqian: "If you have to compare with those lucky ones, there is no other answer except to piss yourself off - the last words my father said to me before he died, do you know what it is?"

"what?"

"He said, 'You want to live, don't take revenge'." Yan Shaoqian smiled, "Don't you think it's unbelievable that he would implicate the nine clans, and he actually asked me not to take revenge."

"But then I also figured it out. I really don't want to take revenge, because I can't take revenge at all. Forcibly doing what I can't do is like hitting a rock with an egg and killing myself."

"So since then, 'alive' has become my only belief. I will also charge forward, but I will not be as reckless as the previous boss. I will never do things beyond my ability."

Shen Zhuo expressed doubts: "But judging from your recent performance, you are not like what you said, you are still very reckless."

"...That said, it's all within my ability."

"Melee gangsters with knives?"

"That's a little meaning."

"Being stabbed and beating up the brat?"

"They're so annoying, and I'm alive and kicking the next day?"

"Do you have to hang yourself from the roof to get the camera?"

"You don't have a better candidate, and it's not scary at all to have security measures in place."

"So, High Speed ​​trying to imitate American blockbusters?"

"I have a lot of experience in this kind of thing. I have done it dozens of times before changing trains when the horses are running at high speed."

Yan Shaoqian made a "stop" gesture at him while talking: "I found out that you have misunderstood me, you should look at the problem from a different angle, I just have a wider range of 'what I can do' than normal people, you Things that feel beyond imagination are as common to me as drinking water.”

"Oh," Shen Jue said with a blank expression, "I think it's you who should look at the problem from a different angle. Even if it's true as you said, these things are within your ability, but they are indeed dangerous. You Now you have to have all the tails, which can only show that you are relatively lucky and have not made any mistakes, and once you make a mistake, even if it is only once, the consequences will be beyond your responsibility."

"The danger of a thing does not depend on 'I think it is not dangerous if it is not dangerous'. You think you can easily lift two hundred catties of rice at one time, but what if you lose your waist because of it?"

Yan Shaoqian tried to intervene, but was interrupted by Shen Jue before he could speak: "You do have the ability to carry two hundred catties of rice, but is it necessary? Why don't you move home in batches, or ask someone to help you?"

"With all due respect," Shen Jue straightened his clothes, "In my eyes, your behavior is not called 'doing what you can do', but you are called - stupid."

Yan Shaoqian: "..."

Shen Jue patted him on the shoulder: "So, if you want your future to be broader, please avoid such stupid behavior, just like that Gao Wang, I think his behavior is also stupid. "

The corner of Yan Shaoqian's mouth twitched: "Don't compare me with that dead eunuch."

"Okay," Shen Zhuo looked down at the cold noodles held in the other party's hands, "As long as you are obedient in the future, I won't mention him again."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly picked up a stick, tied half a sausage from it, and put it in his mouth.

Yan Shaoqian was taken aback.

Shen Zhuo quickly backed away and strode forward: "Hurry up and go home."

"...Wait," Yan Shaoqian rummaged through the box, then became furious, and hurried to catch up, "Stop! Shen, that's the last piece of meat, spit it out for me! You have been stealing food for a long time, you are wicked or not!"