Xuanmen's boss, she is full of gods after she recognizes her relatives

Chapter 116 Gold Level Fulu is not allowed to be transferred after the founding of the country

An SUV slowly drove into the parking space and turned off after a while.

Gong Xun took a bag of sacrificial offerings from the co-pilot and pushed the door to get out of the car, and locked it.

His eyes were hidden behind the black glasses, and he looked at the sky and the tombs with a dark filter. He was dressed in white clothes and black pants, and walked around the rear of the car towards the gate of the cemetery.

The phone rang.

Holding something in one hand, answering the phone with the other: "Hello?"

Han Liang was squatting in the bathroom of his unit smoking a cigarette, when he saw Gong Xun answering the phone, he quickly asked him: "You didn't come to eat at noon, where did you go?"

Gong Xun raised his head and looked forward.

"Come and see Master."

Han Liang stopped talking for a while, and the relaxed and cheerful tone just now disappeared instantly.

He frowned, "Master, the old man's death day hasn't come yet, why did you pass by suddenly?"

Gong Xun said indifferently: "I came here to do business, and I suddenly wanted to come and take a look. Senior brother survived this catastrophe, so I came to thank him for his protection."

Han Liang scolded: "Then don't call me!"

"Improvement." Gong Xun said.

"Okay, I'll forgive you this time." Han Liang didn't mind, "Did you buy wine? The old man is not good at anything, so he's just greedy."

Gong Xun: "Yes, I brought it."

"Give me a toast, let's go together next time."

"it is good."

Han Liang said, "When will you be back?"

Gong Xun thought for a while, "I'll go to the hospital to see my brother later, at night."

"Are you coming on duty?"

"Ah."

"Then when you go to the hospital, call me, and I'll go over to see how Jiang He is doing."

"it is good."

Gong Xun hung up the phone, and walked up for a while, and saw from a distance in front of the tombs opposite, there seemed to be people who came to sweep the tombs.

He just glanced at it lightly, walked up the stone steps on his side, walked in along the right side and walked through five or six tombstones, and finally stopped in front of a black stone tablet, looking down at the stone tablet After reading the photo and name on it, he took a deep breath, bent down and took out the cigarettes and wine from the bag one by one, and placed them in front of the tombstone.

The voice was hoarse and deep: "Master, long time no see, let's have a drink today?"
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There are three thousand years in the world, and one dream is a hundred years.

Under the leadership of the staff, Yan Qiao swiped her card to register and entered the merit room. She found a book about Song Yun's life's merits, blessings and misfortunes in the C city district, and then found a quiet place to sit down and read it carefully.

The staff member was a young man in a black suit and tie with a job number plate on his chest.

"Miss Yan, the reading time is very variable. If you need it, you can find me at any time. I will wait for you outside."

Yan Qiao nodded: "Okay."

The other party turned around and left the merit room, waiting in the outer corridor.

Yan Qiao looked at the brochure on the desktop and opened the first page.

At the top of the page, a familiar name quickly emerged:

—— Song Yun

——Birthplace: Qingxin County, C City
——Mingding Shouyuan: 51, died on May [-]th of Bingwu month.

——Records of Fulu: national martyrs, hundreds of meritorious deeds...

Yan Qiao read from front to back, page by page.

The book that records Song Yun's life and destiny is as thick as half a palm due to the richness of her life, and 10 minutes of reading time is not enough to check all the records in it, so Yan Qiao can only select the most important nodes.

Especially in her work records after she started her career, because of Song Yun's special occupation, her work from the age of 20 to the time before her death is the most likely to encounter opportunities that will affect her luck.

Human fortune is determined by heaven, and it is difficult for ordinary people to change their destiny, but there will always be certain variables between heaven and earth, which will lead to different destinies.

This is true of heaven and earth, and it is also true of ordinary people.

Fate and luck complement each other, both fixed and variable.

She came to look up Song Yun's book, just to see what Song Yun had done in this life, so that her child Zhou Yan would have golden merit.

Those who do not have great merit cannot accumulate golden merit.

Song Yun's life was very hard, since she joined the work, she hardly had much time to rest. Yan Qiao checked the list of honors she had won in her life, and matched the detailed records one by one. Finally, she received a national award in the two years before her sacrifice. , found a strange note.

——(Remarks: Among the hostages rescued by Song Yun this time, 21-year-old Tian Xiaochen successfully developed a global high-precision space exploration system program ten years later, assisting mankind to advance to space development by 50 years. This merit reward: Jin Guangfu Lu three.)
found it!
Yan Qiao pointed at the section of "Third-level Golden Light Fulu", and after carefully reading it three times, she called the staff to take a screenshot of this section.

Then take the section of "marking merit" and go directly upstairs to the management.

When I went upstairs, I called Jun Zixing, my little partner from the Secret Service.

Junzixing is currently undergoing additional training at the base of the dragon team. After returning from a transnational case, he can take a big vacation and wait for Yan Qiao to leave here. If he helps out, he will give a badge and be detained at the base by the hateful dragon team. Train with him.

A gentleman is about to be annoyed to death by someone.

Seeing Yan Qiao's phone call, she said happily, "Talk to Captain Long quickly and let me go back to rest."

Yan Qiao said, "Do you know the leader of the Rewards and Punishment Department?"

Jun Zixing was squatting on the hillside with a piece of broken grass in his mouth. Hearing this, he stood up unconsciously, and asked strangely, "What are you doing with them?"

"There was a person who gave the gold-level phlox to his descendants, but he got stuck outside. I was thinking of asking someone." Yan Qiao said.

Gentleman took off the straw in his mouth, and it was even more strange: "Gold-level Fulu will not be transferred as a gift after the founding of the country. How did you give it away?"

Yan Qiao looked at the numbers on the upward ladder, and said calmly: "Mother and child are connected, let's give up the VIP treatment."

On the day of the gentleman's trip: "Huh?!"

Does this work too?
"Wait for me, are you in City C now?"

"Ah."

In the next second, Junzixing flashed in City C, and the guard checked his ID and let him go.

After he entered, the two guards on guard looked at each other.

One of them said, "Another Secret Service guy?"

Another said, "Is this person from the lower system?"

"Well, the evil spirit is really strong, and everyone in the Secret Service has it."

"We haven't heard of any major incidents in City C recently? Why do people from the Secret Service keep running to us?"

"Who knows."

Gentleman Xing quickly found Yan Qiao upstairs, and Yan Qiao turned around and saw that he followed, she was very surprised: "Did the dragon team let you go?"

Jun Zixing curled his lips and snorted: "He has gone to the plane to deliver supplies, so I don't care about me. By the way, tell me what you want to do first, and then I will help you think about who to find. Their side is different from our Secret Service. , It’s very rigid here. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the leader has been changed. There is no special reason, but I’m afraid it’s not easy to accommodate. Some old people are more reasonable, we can try.”

"Is it illegal?"

"No violation, reasonable communication, there are always some special circumstances, there is room for flexible operation."

(End of this chapter)