Early December, heavy snow (referring to the solar term).
On this day, snow really fell from the sky of S City.
This was a city that didn't snow often. Even if it did, it wouldn't accumulate.
Today's snow was no exception.
Even though snowflakes were falling from the sky, they turned into water when they fell to the ground.
…
"You really know how to pick a day …" Bao Qing stood in front of the window and looked at the rain and snow outside. He narrowed his eyes and said, "It's worth coming out for a walk in this weather."
Everyone could tell that he was being sarcastic.
Brother Jue, who was sitting on the sofa and playing games with Xiao Tan, answered without turning his head, "Why didn't you drive here?"
"My wife went to the supermarket to walk the kids, so she drove the car away," Bao Qing replied confidently.
"Then you could have taken a taxi. Who told you to take the bus?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"Are you going to reimburse me?" Bao Qing asked, "Take a taxi? The fare alone is enough for me to take the bus back and forth two or three times. "
"Pfft … You're a civil servant, and you're complaining about being poor in front of us?" Feng Bujue said, "With your salary from Jiu Ke, isn't it easy to buy a car?"
"Of course, my salary and all my expenses are strictly controlled by my wife." Bao Qing replied, "Even if I eat a bun at a roadside stall, I have to report it verbally. Otherwise, the account won't match." He paused and said, "You want me to buy a car? How do I explain to my wife where the money comes from? "
"You can tell her that … you used your knowledge of chemistry as a student and combined it with a little bit of your artistic talent to develop a new blue methamphetamine (anti-harmony) formula." Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "During this period of time, you've been helping people cook these drugs in your spare time and earned tens of millions from it. The money is currently hidden under the floor of your house."
"Do you really think I can't tell that you're playing the Poison Master joke? Do I have to fake a cancer report to increase my credibility? "Bao Qing turned around and said decisively.
"Hehe … You think it's troublesome, right?" Feng Bujue laughed. "Then why don't you just tell her that you're a special agent from Jiu Ke? This way, your family's expenses will be more generous in the future, and you won't have to spend money like now. "
"Don't be so long-winded. Is my identity something that can be exposed so easily? What do you take national security for? " Bao Qing replied, "Besides …" As he spoke, he walked back to the sofa. "What's wrong with me crying about being poor in front of the two of you? Let's not talk about Xiao Tan … Let's talk about you … "He walked over to his Brother Jue and sat down." Didn't you recently get a few hundred thousand dollars through some illegal channels? "
"Hmm … So you already know …" Feng Bujue muttered somewhat guiltily.
"Nonsense, do you think that by putting the money in your bag and then depositing it in the bank's valuables safe … you can fool people?" Bao Qing said, "What do you think we are?"
"Psh … If I knew this, I would have just made a bank card," Feng Bujue muttered.
"Actually … Brother Jue." At this time, Xiao Tan, who had been silently playing the game next to them, spoke up. "If you have money that you can't easily deal with, you can give it to me. I'll exchange it for our family's money and give it to you."
"Oh? Is that okay? "Feng Bujue suddenly turned his head and looked at Xiao Tan.
"Of course." Wang Tanzhi replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "Many of our family's businesses can handle money from 'unknown sources'. Oh … Right … Sister Yu's family's art gallery can do that too."
"Ah, I know that," Feng Bujue continued, "Art auctions … have always been used by the mafia …"
"Hey!" At this moment, Bao Qing interrupted the conversation between the two with a shocked expression and a loud roar. "Are you kidding me? Do you think I'm dead? Are you blatantly exchanging your experience in money laundering in front of law enforcement officers? "
"What?" Feng Bujue was unconvinced. "Can't I just talk about it? We've already allowed you to set fire to our houses, can't you let us light a lamp? "
"Okay, okay, okay … I won't talk about this with you." Bao Qing quickly changed the topic and looked at Wang Tanzhi. "Xiao Tan, have you set a wedding date? If you do, remember to tell me as soon as possible. I have to save some money and prepare a gift for you. "
"Uh … Not yet." Xiao Tan replied, "Recently, both of our parents are in the process of communicating …" He paused for a second and continued, "Speaking of which … As for the gift … It's enough as long as it's sincere. You don't have to give me something too extravagant … Xiao Ling and I don't lack anything."
"Tsk … Do you think I want to give you something expensive?" Bao Qing gave Xiao Tan a sidelong glance. "This gift is for our section chief …"
"Huh?" Xiao Tan was stunned for a moment before he reacted. "Oh, right … I think … I'm about to become your section chief's grandson-in-law."
"You're my childhood friend, and your future wife's grandfather is my immediate superior … If I don't do something at your wedding …" When Bao Qing said this, there seemed to be many scary memories in his eyes. "The section chief will definitely not forgive me … What if he's not happy and transfers me to work with Brother Dongfeng, then …"
"Wait!" Feng Bujue heard a familiar name from his words and immediately interrupted him. "You mean … Dongfeng?"
"Yes," Bao Qing replied.
"The one who planned Ma Junxiao's kidnapping, the one who used to be the supervisor of Gambling Emperor Zhai … That 'Dongfeng'?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Which Dongfeng is there?" Bao Qing asked again.
"So this person is still alive?" Brother Bujue asked curiously.
"Yes … What did you think?" Bao Qing asked.
"I thought … there was an eighty percent chance that he had died in one of your immoral scientific experiments or mutated into something like a monster," Feng Bujue replied.
"What kind of organization do you think we are?" The corners of Bao Qing's mouth twitched as she said, "Like the villains in the movies …"
"So …" Feng Bujue avoided the question and continued, "Dongfeng is working for you now?"
"Ah … He was forcibly recruited as a 'warehouse manager'," Bao Qing replied.
"What warehouse?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"You don't want to know." Before Bao Qing could answer, Xiao Tan unexpectedly interrupted.
"Hey, hey, hey … What do you mean?" Feng Bujue looked at Xiao Tan with a different gaze. He looked surprised. "You seem to know something?"
"Hmm …" Xiao Tan pressed the pause button on the controller and looked up to think. Then, he muttered, "This … It's a long story …"
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