The villain is being forced to whitewash again

Qin Shi said calmly: "Let's take a look at the details of recent expenditure and income first. What's the business like when I'm not around?"

"Wait, I'll get it right away." Qian Guanghan got up from the chair without delaying even a little time.

The solid mahogany counter is very high, and a 1.6-meter person can barely rest his arms on it when standing inside. He bumped into the corner of the counter in too much haste, and poured out the sauce from the dishes that were too late to clean up. The black-red juice spread around, slowly flowing towards the piled paper objects.

He caught a glimpse of it, and was so startled that he quickly picked up all the paper ones and moved them to the other side. He hurriedly pulled the rag to stop the juice from spreading, and complained that the clerk Changchun was so messy. Pay attention to the cleanliness of the surroundings, which almost made him embarrassingly embarrassing again in front of the important big club.

Come to the drawer on the lower left side, which has been locked for many years. The items stored in the drawer can only be seen again on the first or fifteenth day of each month. Even the most caring buddies do not have the standard equipment to open this block key.

He took out a large number of key rings from his pocket, each one was shiny and shiny, and there was a little bit of dirt here and there, and it was heavy in his hand, as heavy as a dozen eggs below the scale. It's really hard to imagine how troublesome it is to carry such a heavy and shabby thing with you every day. Maybe after a few steps, the sleeve will burst and fall out of it, but in his hands it looks like an oil seller with a coin eye. Pour the oil into the bottle, take it out with ease, shake it twice, and make a loud noise.

The rich old man always has nothing to do and turns around two walnuts in his hand. He looks rich and unpredictable, but his hobbies are completely different. He likes to sit on a chair and pick the key pattern the most. Thinking about things, where should I go to see, where should I rush to remind, I ran seven streets back and forth in my mind at the end of the day.

It makes those elders sneer at it, and it breaks the heart of the cooking chef at home. If you don’t find a way to add more brain supplements to the dishes every day, I’m afraid you’ll have a stroke someday.

No wonder his name is Guang Han, but his body is thin and lean. From a distance, a slightly fat mature stick insect walked slowly on the street. If he does this, he will scratch his ears and cheeks unconsciously and irritatedly like a little monkey. He has to find something over and over again to find out what is wrong before he feels at ease in his heart.

Familiarly, I turned to the one I wanted to get out, squatted down, and heard the sound of clattering against the floor, and dozens of keys were sweeping the ground like brooms.

Squeeze the handle into the small keyhole and turn left, and with a click, the old drawer is pulled out halfway. But it is very conspicuous in the other blue and white ledgers. It is well protected. There are no wrinkles at the corners of each sheet. It feels brand new and prickly. Other ledgers with excessive concentration are simply out of place.

He re-locked the drawer, put away the heavy key ring, walked out from the counter, squeezed the red-purple ledger tightly with his fingers, and placed it quietly on the small table next to Qin Shi, as if it was last night There is no student who memorizes the Three Character Classic at all, and he hangs his head low in the private school, for fear that the gentleman holding the ruler will call him by name.

Taking the account book on the small table, he directly turned over the first few pages that were not new, and slowly checked the detailed records of expenditure and income in the past month or so. Qin Shi lowered his eyelids, and his eyelashes fluttered a few times from time to time.

The scene was so normal that it couldn't be more normal, but Qian Guanghan felt the adrenaline soaring, a blood vessel in his brain was pounding, his breathing was subconsciously restrained by him, his face was flushed, and his spirit was so tense that he could He reached an unprecedented peak, and if someone frightened him from behind, he would surely jump into Qin Shi's arms within half a second and scream like a girl.

"Not bad, it seems that you put your heart into running it." Qin Shi smiled naturally when the books were closed.

As if he heard his parents calling him at the moment when he was about to draw his name, he finally let out a long breath and sat down on another chair again, ending the waiting that was no different from torture to him just now, He poured himself a cup of tea, raised his head and drank it in one gulp. The bottom of the teacup touched the small table, and the few drops of water flowing down the edge formed a small circular circle, which was icy cold.

Looking at Qin Shi again, his expression became much more harmonious, and the fish seemed to be swimming comfortably in the water. When talking about the specific situation about the operation, he couldn't help but happily said: "The secret recipe you gave me is simply My God, I didn't believe that such an expensive price would be taken advantage of, and I was only willing to produce a small bag and sell it to someone who didn't care about how the money was spent. I didn't expect that I would get full of praise after a few days, and I would like to have a long-term discussion with me. Cooperation, I was really taken aback, who would have thought that rich people would be so willing to spend money on food for cats and dogs, which is better than human food."

Qin Shi just smiled and didn't speak.

But this made Qian Guanghan's excitement even more unbearable. He recalled that when he first met Qin two months ago, he was still not as full of admiration as he is now.

At that time, he did not have as much money as he does at this moment. He just ran a spice shop that sold items at high prices, and relied on a few fixed buyers to make ends meet. earn.

Like ordinary people, he also has a few innocuous little hobbies, not fishing or raising some flowers and plants, which are too leisurely to feed the impatient appetite, the only entertainment that can make money and kill excess energy is horse racing Activities can arouse his interest.

Every time the race day comes, rich and powerful businessmen, citizens, officials and people from all over the world will flock here. The atmosphere of betting on the racecourse is no less than the madness in the old casino. People holding umbrellas, four or five gather together Even if you think that you can’t be so lucky, you can’t help but be influenced by this vigorous atmosphere and want to try your luck.

He only buys one betting ticket and never buys a second one. It’s not because he loves money so badly. As the saying goes, if there’s one, there’s two, and if there’s two, there’s three. It's a small hobby to earn some pocket money, and I don't want to involve myself in it.

The scorching sun was shining brightly that day, and it was so hot that people couldn’t open their eyes. If they took a breath, they would sweat half a towel. In the blue sky, there was no trace of white clouds. In the big circle, he and those others lay prone on the wooden railing, looking at the participating horses and their owners who were slowly pacing around the field inside.

There is still half an hour before the start of the competition, and the three competitions will be over. There will be half a stick of rest between them. After observing the competitive state of each participating horse, they horse fans will go to the betting table one after another. Buy betting tickets and place bets until a few minutes before the official start of the game.

Looking around, those horses are very tall, with slender necks, smooth manes and tails, and the brown, maroon, black, khaki, etc. are dazzling, and there is no panic in the noise around them. At a loss, he paced around and around calmly, it didn't matter how many hot eyes like the sun gathered on his body.

He turned his eyes around and repeated several times on those beautiful and strong horses. Many people had left and poured into the betting table to buy tickets. Many people were optimistic about one of the dark horses, the young one. He is full of energy, even if he is pacing, he can't help but run a few more steps. He has a sharp disagreement with other veteran players who have participated in several times, but he is still hesitant, and the money in his hand cannot find income. pocket.

A person, like him, rested his arms on the wooden railing without moving. He couldn't help asking the person beside him, "My dear friend, do you want to buy a lottery ticket?"

"Well, are you talking to me?" The man turned his head, with a green grass in his mouth, half of his body was lazily lying on the wooden railing, his black hair curled up uncomfortably in the breeze Swaying, like an old man basking in the sun.

Seeing his original appearance like this, Qian Guanghan immediately regretted it. He didn't seem to be here to place a bet at all, but rather just wandering around when he had nothing to do. Talking to this kind of person has something to do with betting. To deal with the technical problems of a horse, it is more practical to cover your eyes with a cloth strip and become a master.

"No, it's nothing, nothing." Shaking his head, he didn't want to waste time on strangers, and turned his attention back to the horses on the racetrack. The gongs and drums suddenly beat twice, and the deafening sound made him feel uneasy Getting impatient, he bit his lip and glanced around, his fingers unconsciously picking at the wooden spikes of the wooden railing.

... A betting ticket costs at least one tael of silver, and there are also ten taels of silver and 100 taels of silver. The horse's win or loss depends entirely on its insight, the state of the horse and the skill of the jockey. The key point is that the state of the horse depends on many factors on the skill of the jockey and the real-time tactics on the racetrack. In the end... in the end should you bet which one?

The gong and drum rang three more times, making him even more irritable. If he didn't make up his mind, the next four loud bangs meant that he would stop betting, and he could only watch helplessly.

At this time, the one who had been lazily basking in the sun stretched his waist and kneaded his slightly sore left shoulder. He had nothing to see and planned to leave. Seeing that he was still struggling to bite his lip, he walked over and patted him casually. Shoulder, "Buy the khaki No. [-], and you won't lose money on that one."

When he heard this sentence at first, he came back to his senses and turned his head. The man had gone far away, and all he could see was the black figure hidden in the crowd.

Turning his head again, he looked at the center of the racecourse surrounded by a circle of wooden railings. The horses were already preparing. The khaki number three did not look very young. He had seen many races about it , is basically to accompany the runners, and there are few times when he won and couldn't even get on the second horse. Can this oil bottle win?I'm afraid I'm not teasing him.

There were all kinds of doubts in his heart, but the calm and composed tone in his mind made him feel inexplicably at ease. He always felt that he didn't seem like a master who was deliberately deceiving people, a little casually pointing out the maze, okay, his Stepping towards the betting table where no one is queuing up, just believe it for a while.

"What number do you want?" asked the person behind the desk.

He said, "Number three."

Hearing this, the man raised his head in amazement, as if he had just said a very vulgar word, and tapped his fingers on the table to make a crisp sound, and the light paper floated up in the breeze, and he used a thick inkstone to press it down. Obediently do not move.

The man was stained with black ink, and the nib of the pen was wet and turned into a sharp point for easy writing. He smoothed the white paper to make sure there were no wrinkles, but stopped halfway through writing, tapped his fingers, raised his head and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to change it?" ? Dude, I didn’t mean to find fault, we’ve seen it here many times, and you can buy such a rotten horse, don’t you have a convulsion today?”

"It's not that bad," he said.

The man leaned back on the chair and couldn't speak, just looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"I want to try it today, maybe it's a dark horse, remember." He had no choice but to bite the bullet and say.

"Since you are so confident, take it, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance." The man shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, and continued to add a few more strokes to record the date, name, and number. He wrote three on the note and stamped it with a red stamp, took the silver taels he handed him and threw it into the full box under the table, tore off the long note and gave it to him, "I wish you good luck, brother."

Holding the lottery ticket in his hand, he walked to the wooden railing, and the gongs and drums on the high place rang four times. Rich and wealthy businessmen, rising citizens, officials and officials, and some people from all corners of the country were all blocked in the surrounding area. In the circle, everyone was anxiously waiting for the horses and jockeys to come out.

It took him a long time to squeeze in, and he got countless blank stares and scorns during the process. While saying sorry, he was panting and wiping the hot sweat from his forehead. Finally, he saw the scene in the racecourse, the jockeys Ready to go, the horses are full of energy, but the number three he chose to bet is still gnawing the grass sprouts on the ground like a horse, chewing slowly in his mouth, God, he can't laugh or cry, when is it so leisurely? , are you here for an outing?

It's over, it's over, it's really convulsive to think that what the stranger said makes sense, and now it's definitely going to be a waste of time, lying on the wooden railing without love, without even raising his head, afraid of seeing the cause The tragic scene of his myocardial infarction.

Cheers, urging, and cursing sounded endlessly beside him, shaking mountains and seas with passion, regardless of their status and wealth, they are no different from others when they come here, madness is unity feature.

If an unpopular horse wins the championship, the prize money they get will be ridiculously large. It is not a dream to win 100 taels of silver for one tael of silver!If you buy more betting tickets and buy winning horses in succession, you can even buy the entire most luxurious commercial street in the capital with the bonus you get from betting for one tael of silver.

It is because the allurement of sparrows flying on the branches and turning into phoenixes to get rich overnight is too strong, so many crazy people who are obsessed with betting on horses gather here. Even if this chance is so pitiful that it can be ignored, it is largely a waste Time wasted and money wasted. Only one salted fish out of 1 people became the emperor of the earth, and there are still countless people vying to be the unlucky ones.

"Fuck, what the hell is going on? What's the matter with that horse, did you take aphrodisiacs? Bastard, it surpassed all the black fives I bought!"

Hearing someone cursing angrily and more similar words rang out, he raised his head, looked into the racetrack with a puzzled face, and widened his eyes in amazement in the next second, good guy, that horse The half-dead khaki No. [-] has surpassed several horses in a row, and now he is acting arrogantly on his own. The black No. [-], which most people are optimistic about, has exhausted his physical strength in advance because he is too eager to fight for the first place, and gradually falls behind.

One lap, two laps, three laps... No. 1 slowed down and was chased by a few horses. Everyone immediately cheered and cheered. Unexpectedly, this was to save energy for the final sprint. No. [-]'s new jockey took advantage of it. With his superb technique and tactics, he easily won No.[-] in the first round without any effort, which made people's jaws drop to the ground.

In the second and third rounds, it was still a sure thing to win. The three rounds were a foregone conclusion and there was no possibility of the other horses coming back. Riding the old man's lazy horse was a slap in the face that everyone was caught off guard, and his cheeks were burning hot. A dark horse has become the most unlikely last place expected.

"Fuck, what the hell is this? I'm so pissed off!" Many people angrily tore up the lottery tickets in their hands, threw them on the ground and stomped them vigorously. They looked ugly and left after venting. The scene was a mess.

He stood there blankly, with a pile of paper garbage scattered on the ground beside him, his stiff brain still unable to make a quick turn, he looked down at the lottery ticket in his hand, the red badge was shining brightly in the sun, and the paper surface was heated It was half soaked in sweat, and it felt frighteningly real to the touch.

God, I made a fortune!He jumped up from the ground excitedly, kissing the lottery ticket in his hand as if kissing a peerless beauty, his lips were dyed red, but he couldn't help jumping with joy.

Suddenly he thought of the one who gave him casual directions before, he was definitely a master with real skills, if he didn't show up today, how could he get such a huge sum of money.

I have never felt this kind of desire to know someone so much in my life. The attraction is completely explosive. I lie on the bed tossing and turning until midnight and still can’t sleep. My mind is full of miniatures of that person and even becomes He was so frantic that he would not think about food after drinking tea, so scared that the chef at home hurriedly asked the manager if he had recently taken a bad drug that would affect IQ - Wushisan.

After that, he began to go to and from the racecourse every now and then, regardless of whether it was a race day or not. He also asked every sweeper who worked there, looking for people with lifelike portraits drawn by the masters, and the answers he got were They all didn't know the same thing, shook their heads, and had to watch them sweep the messy hay on the ground.

He returned empty-handed like this a few times, and he couldn't help but feel discouraged. Could it be that he will never see such a powerful god-man again in his life?He buried his head in the soft pillow annoyed, if... If only he had asked for his name back then, it wouldn't be so hard to find it in the vast crowd. He turned over and lay on the bed facing the ceiling, he couldn't help sighing .

The next morning, I got up with two dark circles under my eyes, sat in front of the dining table and took a soup spoon to scoop up the goji berry walnut porridge in the bowl without any appetite, talking to myself about masters, horse betting, and sworn brothers, The poor state of mind of the walking dead made the chef who was serving the dishes on the table next to him feel frightened.

With a bang, he slammed his head on the table, so frightened that the chef almost threw the fritters in his hand into the sky. Just as he held onto his little heart that was about to touch his chest, he stood up abruptly and slapped his palms. On the table, "No, I've only searched for it a few times but failed, how can I give up halfway, I have to keep trying to find it today!"

As soon as the words fell, he picked up the half-cold goji berry walnut porridge on the table, raised his head and drank it in one gulp without leaving the bottom of the bowl. After belching, he turned around and walked across the threshold in a chic way The chef was left standing there with a blank expression, and the fritters slipped limply from his head.

I arrived at the racecourse with ease, today the weather is sunny and the wind is blowing comfortably. I am alone chatting with the owner of the racecourse at a certain wooden railing. Shares is the real owner of the racecourse. The chubby old love is carrying a string of Buddhist beads, like a bulging melon on a bamboo stand, but he doesn't eat incense and pray to Buddha, but is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and can talk to him face to face There are really not many people who can talk.

But he seemed to be very affectionate to this person, and he was very happy when he smiled, and patted the person's back or shoulders from time to time, wishing he could stick together like Siamese twins every day, surprisingly, the person ignored him, He kept looking at the few horses in the racetrack who came out for a walk in good weather. Even so, he was not angry and happily put his hot face behind his cold buttocks.

Qian Guanghan became curious, and couldn't help but walked over to see who was so powerful, who could make Hu Ziqian, who was sitting firmly on the top chair in the horse racing business, look so impressed, but he didn't take a few steps, that person smiled slightly. Turning to the side, he said something to Hu Ziqian next to him, which seemed to be vague words like jockey and horse.

But Qian Guanghan couldn't hear those words at all. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the side face of that person. His whole body was trembling involuntarily, as if he had fallen into a hole in the ice and then fished it out to be fried in a frying pan.

The man seemed to realize that someone was looking at them, turned his head, and saw a blurred humanoid object because of the extremely fast rushing towards him, knelt down and wiped away, hugged his thigh tightly, raised his head and said with tears in his eyes : "Master! I finally found you after going through all kinds of hardships, please help me!"

……What?Qin Shi, who was lazily basking in the sun and chatting about investment, looked confused.