The busiest place in Qingshui City today was definitely Linjiang Road.
If one had to find a word to describe the scene, it would be the sound of gongs and drums and the sound of firecrackers.
In fact, this situation had already started last night. Every shop on Linjiang Road had prepared firecrackers and decorated with lanterns and streamers. Every household was so excited that they couldn't sleep the entire night.
The reason for this situation was of course because of Ling Yun's promise to give each household a million yuan.
One million for each family. For these poor commoners, the total money they earned in their entire lives might not even reach this amount.
Therefore, the entire Linjiang Road was in an uproar after Ling Yun made his promise and left yesterday.
This was because they believed that Ling Yun would never go back on his word. If he said he would, he would definitely do it!
Li Hongmei, who lived next door to Qin Qiuyue, was a living example.
That morning, people opened their doors early. Everyone was looking forward to the arrival of the person who was going to give them money.
Li Jinliang, the director of the Linjiang Road Subdistrict Office, had been waiting for a long time at the T-junction at the westernmost end of Linjiang Road. Accompanying him were a few staff members and the owners of more than ten shops.
Such a huge incident at Linjiang Road naturally couldn't be hidden from Li Jinliang. He knew that this was definitely a major event that would affect his career. Therefore, he called for an emergency meeting that night to plan carefully.
At nine o 'clock in the morning, the person sent by Tang Meng arrived in a car accompanied by a client manager from China Merchants Bank.
A million yuan could not be paid in cash. It could only be transferred. With the help of a professional from the bank, any problems that might arise could be solved immediately. The efficiency would be very high.
Of course, this was specially arranged by Tang Meng.
"Coming, coming! Prepare to set off the firecrackers! "
When the red car made a turn and stopped at the westernmost end of Linjiang Road, Li Jinliang realized that the person who was going to give out the money was here.
"Crackle, crackle …"
Amidst the deafening sound of firecrackers, three people walked out of the car. One was an accountant, and the other was a cashier. They were the people sent by Tang Meng. The other person was wearing a white shirt and tie. He was naturally the client manager of China Merchants Bank.
Li Jinliang immediately took big strides to welcome them. "Hello, I am Li Jinliang, the director of the Linjiang Road Subdistrict Office. May I know if you are …"
Were they here to give out money? However, no matter how excited Li Jinliang was, it was impossible for him to say these three words.
"It's us."
His opponent was clean and efficient.
"Aiya, you're finally here …"
Li Jinliang was so excited that he held the accountant's hand tightly and shook it vigorously. After a long time, he finally let go of it. Then he turned around and waved his hand. "Gong and drum team, start beating!"
When Li Jinliang turned around, he wanted to say a few more polite words to the person, but the person only smiled and said, "Director Li, time is of the essence. Let's begin."
The God of Fortune had arrived, and it was a day of revelry.
Actually, the process of giving out money was very simple. All he had to do was go to each house, confirm the identity of the other party, ask for the account number, and then transfer the money.
Therefore, the most troublesome part was not the transfer, but the confirmation of identity. The entire process of sending out the money was a waste of time.
The accountant was very serious and responsible. The cashier was also very efficient. In addition, the account manager had given him the authority to transfer the money, so everything went smoothly.
"Oh my god, they're really giving out money …"
When the owner of the first shop excitedly announced that one million had been transferred to his account, Li Jinliang, who was responsible for leading the way and confirming the identity, was so excited that his throat trembled. He raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead and muttered to himself.
This was the first time he had seen something like this in his entire life! This was really the first time he had seen something like this in his life!
Linjiang Road was completely in an uproar! This was a carnival for the entire Linjiang Road!
From the west to the east, it took three hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon. Excluding the one hour break for lunch, it was 4: 15 in the afternoon. Before the bank closed for the day, all the money had been paid out.
One hundred and two million was given out just like that!
"I'm finally done …"
At the east end of Linjiang Road, in a shop that sold buns, after the accountant recorded the last transfer, he could not help but raise his head to look at the cashier in charge of the transfer. Coincidentally, the cashier was also looking at him. Both of them realized that they had a complicated look in each other's eyes.
On this day, they acted as the children of wealth. More than one hundred million had passed through their hands. At the same time, they had also experienced many things that they would never forget.
What did it mean to get a pie from the sky? What did it mean to get rich overnight? What did it mean to be struck by happiness? How many people had tears streaming down their cheeks? How many people were so excited that they even went crazy …
Other than the sound of gongs and firecrackers, the phrase that they heard the most was, "Ling Yun is my family's benefactor. I want to set up a memorial tablet for him!"
This was not a slogan, but a heartfelt gratitude. It was the truest thought that came from the person who had received the benefits of others!
No one knew who was the first to shout this phrase. The first shop in the west end? Or was it the second?
"A Hundred Families Hundred Households Longevity Tablet. What a meritorious deed!"
The accountant could not help but sigh as he tidied up the account book.
At 4: 30 in the afternoon, Tang Meng, who was still bickering with Mo Wudao in the Ling Yun building, received a call from the accountant.
"Boss Tang, everything is done. A total of one hundred and two million yuan was distributed to a total of one hundred and two million yuan.
"Those who received the money were extremely grateful to Boss Ling and offered to set up a memorial tablet for him."
Tang Meng's mouth twitched as he finished the call. Then, he sat down on the floor.
He could not help but howl, "What's the use of a memorial tablet!"
"What? Longevity tablet? What memorial tablet? "
When Mo Wu Dao heard Tang Meng mention the Longevity Memorial Tablet, he immediately put down the compass in his hand and asked in astonishment.
After Tang Meng recounted everything that had happened, Mo Wu Dao was dumbfounded.
"F * ck, this lunatic Ling Yun has earned big this time!"
…
On the same day, in the third district of the Qingxi villa district.
"Mom, what did you do after going out for a day? Why did you come back with such a lousy tablet?"
Chi Xiaoqing, who was cleaning up in the courtyard of the villa, could not help but ask when she saw her mother, Qi Yuzhen, enter the house carefully with a tablet.
Qi Yuzhen immediately glared at Chi Xiaoqing and reprimanded her. "Daughter, you're spouting nonsense! What lousy tablet? This is a memorial tablet for Ling Yun! "
Chi Xiaoqing's beautiful face immediately turned cold at the mention of the Longevity Tablet.
"What? Really, how embarrassing would it be if Ling Yun saw it? "
"Xiaoqing, what do you know?" Qi Yuzhen said seriously. Ling Yun has done us a great favor, and we have nothing to repay him with. Giving him a memorial tablet is for his peace, happiness, and longevity … "
Qi Yuzhen used kindness to seal Chi Xiaoqing's mouth. Chi Xiaoqing was immediately speechless.
Yes, such a great favor, but there was no way to repay it. So what if her mother gave him a memorial tablet?
Unless she promised to marry him …
Chi Xiaoqing's face suddenly turned as red as blood.
…
In Qingshui City, Qi Yuzhen's family was not the only one who had a memorial tablet for Ling Yun.
There was also Qin Qiuyue's former neighbor, Li Hongmei, Liu Li, whom Ling Yun saved on Linjiang Road, and the twenty-two patients whom he snatched from the hands of the King of Hell on the opening day of the Ordinary People's Clinic …
In fact, Ling Yun had even given more than a hundred classmates five hundred thousand yuan each. Among them, the parents of some poor classmates who were really short of money had been so grateful that they had set up a long life memorial tablet for them.
However, Ling Yun did not know about these things.
Whether it was saving people or helping people, he did it according to his heart. He did not ask for anything in return.
At this time, Ling Yun had already arrived at the place where he was hit by the car. He stood at the corner of the intersection, lost in thought for a long time.
No one knew what he was thinking about.
Tie Xiaohu did not get out of the car. He waited patiently in the car. Because the car was parked in the wrong place, he had already been given a few tickets by the traffic police. He could not be bothered with them.
In the end, even the traffic police was embarrassed. He actually knocked on Tie Xiaohu's window with a bitter face. "Comrade, please leave quickly. This is really not a place to park …"
"It's okay, the scenery here is good. I will stay here for a while. You can go ahead."
Tie Xiaohu looked steadily at Ling Yun, who was not far away. He knew that Ling Yun definitely had something on his mind.
"Big Brother, can I call you Big Brother now? We are about to get off work, rush hour …"
The traffic police was on the verge of tears.
At this time, Ling Yun turned around and walked over slowly. He opened the door and entered the car.
"Vroom!"
Tie Xiaohu finally started the car. He waved at the agitated traffic police and turned to ask Ling Yun, "Big Brother Yun, where are we going?"
"Out of the city, back to Qingshui Wharf, Mansion Number Nine."
The Mercedes-Benz MPV sped away.
Later on, when the traffic policeman saw his colleague bragging, he would always walk over with a smile and say to the bragging colleague, "I once stuck nine tickets on Ling Yun's car."
Instant kill of all bragging.
…
The car quickly left the city and sped all the way east. Ling Yun asked Tie Xiaohu to open the windows and deliberately enjoy the feeling of the wind.
"Xiaohu, what are your plans for tonight?"
"Big Brother Yun, if there is nothing on your side, I will go to the dam of Qingshui River to cultivate tonight."
"Mmm, it's okay. You are now at the peak of Houtian Realm Level Nine. You can give it a try. Go into the water to cultivate. Go under the water and bear the impact of the waves.
Ling Yun gave his suggestion according to Tie Xiaohu's cultivation progress.
When experts exchanged blows, it was all about the breath. Whoever had the longer breath would have the upper hand and crush the opponent.
"Okay!"
Tie Xiaohu didn't even hesitate to agree.
Twenty minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz MPV drove into Qingshui Wharf Mansion Number Nine and slowly came to a stop.
Ling Yun got off the car.
"I'm back …"
Then, a group of beauties rushed out of the house. (To be continued.)
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