Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 460 A sigh with melancholy
What did Goofy see?
He saw the vermilion door on Mrs. Baici's buttocks, and suspected that it was the missing Xie Hongyan.

After he chased Xie Hongyan into the secret passage, he realized that the person was Mu Tianya.

Then, he just watched Mu Tianya die in front of him, but there was nothing he could do.

Shen Yinbing's question was like a knife stabbing Gao Fei's heart fiercely, causing his face to contort suddenly, and a deep pain appeared in his eyes.

Shen Yinbing, who was about to listen to his answer to the question, was taken aback by Gao Fei's appearance, and subconsciously took a step back, but his expression quickly returned to normal, and he said lightly: "I went with Mrs. Baici That secret passage was dark inside, and I didn't see anything. After being trapped in it, it took a lot of effort to get out, and then you'll know."

Shen Yinbing was sure that what Gao Fei said was not the truth, but he also understood that he was unwilling to tell himself the truth he had seen.

Maybe, he was worried that he would scare me if he said it?

Thinking of the expression on Gao Fei's face just now, Shen Yinbing glanced at him, and quickly changed the subject: "Let's go."

"Well, let's go, wait a little longer, I want to make a call."

Gao Fei agreed, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, and without waiting for anything to say, he said in an unquestionable tone: "I want you to send some wreaths to the Dynasty Club within an hour, the more the better." .”

After saying these nonsensical words, Gao Fei switched off his phone, turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Shen Yinbing quickly followed, afraid that if he walked too slowly, he might lose sight of him.

With a clang, the elevator doors opened.

After Chen Yinbing walked in, his first reaction was to look at the buttons.

She clearly saw the number '17' on the button, her pupils shrank slightly, and she murmured, "When Xiao Song and I came up, why didn't we find this button?"

Looking at the slowly closing elevator door, Gao Fei asked, "What?"

"After I woke up, I found myself sleeping on my stomach on the dining table in the hall, and I felt something was wrong..."

Once Shen Yinbing got away from the fear, her speech became sharp again. When the elevator came to the first floor of the hall, she had already briefly explained why she appeared in that room.

Gao Fei pursed his lips, and said when the elevator door slowly opened: "Since you can see the coffin in that room, and you can't find the '17' button in the elevator, what is it?"

"Well, yes, as long as someone controls the buttons through the computer."

Shen Yinbing followed Gao Fei out of the elevator, looked at the people coming and going in the hall, and finally couldn't help asking: "Gao Fei, why do you want so many wreaths?"

Gao Fei bit his lower lip lightly, and said in a low voice, "Mu Tianya——dead."

"Mu Tianya is dead? Mu Tianya—is it Director Mu!?"

After realizing that Mu Tianya is the Chairman Mu of the Connor Group, Shen Yinbing opened his mouth wide. Just as he was about to say something, he heard someone shouting in a voice choked with excitement: "Boss Shen!"

Shen Yinbing turned his head and saw Xiao Song running over from not far away.

"Mr. Shen, it's great to see you!"

When Xiao Song said these words to Shen Yinbing, in a quiet room on the seventeenth floor above her head, there was a slight rubbing sound: bark, bark.

If someone was there, the eyeballs would definitely fall out of fright: the dusty coffin lid in the center of the room slid slowly to the bottom of the coffin, a white body as smooth as egg white, as if emitting fluorescence , slowly sat up from the coffin.

This is a man with no clothes on.

From her waterfall-like hair and the pair of high breasts, it can be seen that this is a woman, and she should be a woman in the most beautiful age group.

"Ugh."

She let out a low sigh, opened her arms and made a chest-expanding movement, towering like two halves of a basketball, shaking tremblingly.

The sigh that contained "Wake up from a spring dream, with a little melancholy and sadness" came out through the crack of the door, echoed a few times in the empty corridor, and was blown in by the light breeze coming in from the open window. The wind blows away, but with a curling lingering sound.

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The Ming Tombs, the mausoleums of thirteen emperors of the Ming Dynasty, have also been opened up as scenic spots.

However, compared to tourist attractions like the Great Wall, the Forbidden City and Beidaihe, the passenger flow of the Ming Tombs is obviously much worse. After all, many tourists don’t like the solemn (to put it harshly, lifeless) atmosphere here. .

Legend has it that Liu Fagui, a descendant of the tomb guard of the Ming Dynasty, lived in the Ming Tombs Scenic Area.

In a feudal society, Liu Fagui's social status as a tomb keeper would be almost at the bottom and would not be seen.

Fortunately, it is a new society now. As a descendant of the gravekeeper, he has become a noble citizen of the capital. When his father's father was alive, the family had a two-acre orchard, his wife worked in the downtown area, and he himself I opened a small shop related to funerals, which is dedicated to making wreaths and paper figurines.

Placing wreaths in the Ming Tombs is very in line with the atmosphere.

Liu Fagui's skill in making wreaths is very good, and the paper figurines he made are even more lifelike. People in the industry call them Liu Yishou. It is rumored that as long as the paper figurines he made are put on eyes, they can hit the old paper-made scalpers to plow the fields...

Of course, these are legends, but Liu Fagui's wreath shop has become the main source of income for his family.

However, just like stocks have bull markets and bear markets, Liu Fagui's business has not improved much in the second half of the year, and the small warehouse dedicated to holding wreaths is full of piles.

The business of making wreaths is not good. Of course, you can't jump around and yell and complain like when you are playing stocks and encountering a bear market. Why are so few people dying these days?
If Liu Fagui really did this, I believe he would be secretly approved.

Therefore, he could only keep the depression of bad business in his heart, and sat on the recliner at the door of the store all day long, looking at Longhu Mountain (the Ming Tombs are in the middle of Longhu Mountain, known as Zuo Qinglong and Right). Baihu, this feng shui is a big bull fork), listening to the radio, humming the tune of 'I see the black hole ahead, it must be the thief's lair, wait for me to kill...', here leisurely.

"Fagui, you are very leisurely!"

A young man who made a fortune doing business outside drove a luxury Mercedes-Benz and stopped in front of Liu Fagui. His fat face stuck out from the car window and he said with a smile, "Hey, I can't blame you for this. It’s socialism to blame. If it weren’t for the social stability and people’s living standards have been greatly improved, how could this person live for so long. You say, right?”

Before Liu Fagui could say anything, Fa Xiao made a few haha ​​noises, stepped on the gas pedal and left.

"Zi is a Zhongshan wolf. If you become mad when you become successful, when your old lady who you threw to live in the shack dies, when you come to buy wreaths, I will kill you mercilessly!"

Looking at the car going away, Liu Fagui gave his middle finger sharply. Just as he was about to lie down on the recliner again, he saw two cars whizzing over from there.

Old Liu didn't care, closed his eyes, and hummed again: "Look at the black hole ahead, it must be the thief's lair, wait for me to kill him—"

The screeching sound of brakes interrupted Liu Fagui's good mood, and he opened his eyes a little annoyed, and saw the two cars parked in front of his shop: a sports car and a box cargo.

A well-dressed young man jumped off the sports car, took off his big sunglasses, and shouted, "Man, do you have a wreath here?"

Seeing this guy's eye circles darkened and his seal darkened, Liu Fagui, who knows a lot about faces, frowned first, then smiled happily, stood up from the recliner quickly, and asked with a smile: "My lord, what else do you want to say about my place?" No, but there is no shortage of wreaths."

According to Liu Fagui's observation, although the guy opposite had black eye circles and looked unlucky, but his face had an unstoppable richness, he was definitely a first-class person.

There is a rule in Lao Liu's business, that is, when customers come to buy things, they will never be overly enthusiastic, otherwise they will be mistaken for gloating and their lives will be shortened.

Therefore, Lao Liu will never ask the visitor how much he wants like an ordinary business owner, and if there are too many, he can pay the wholesale price or something.

But what he didn't expect, the young man looked at the price list of all kinds of wreaths and said, "I've rounded up all the wreaths you have here, and I'll give you a wholesale price!"

When Liu Fagui heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "My lord, I look at your face, you are so rich, you don't have to be a second hand in this respect, to earn this little money, right?"

"Nonsense, Master Liu, I am naturally rich and powerful, so what do you need to say?"

Liu Xiaolong waved his hand impatiently, took out a stack of thick banknotes from his pocket, smashed them on the recliner, and asked: "Is this money enough to buy all your wreaths? You can tell me if it's not enough, Mr. Liu still has money here." !"

Looking at the tens of thousands of banknotes, Liu Fagui shuddered and said repeatedly: "Master Liu, enough is enough——"

Liu Xiaolong interrupted him: "Stop talking when that's enough, hurry up and move the wreath to Master Liu's car, and move quickly, so as not to delay Master Liu's important affairs, but then you can ask!"

"Okay, brothers, come with me!"

Although Liu Fagui didn't understand what Liu Xiaolong wanted so many wreaths for, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He quickly grabbed the money, shouted at a few young people who got off the box, and led them hurriedly to the up the warehouse.

There is a saying that under a heavy reward, there must be a brave man. Liu Fagui, who looked sickly in physique, resisted a dozen wreaths by himself and came to the back of the box.

Just when he was about to throw the wreaths into the carriage, he was surprised to find that there were already more than half of the wreaths inside.

What does this person want so many wreaths for? It's not for... After thinking about this, Liu Fagui looked at Liu Xiaolong who was on the phone. He wanted to ask, but he closed his mouth wisely: talkative loves to provoke gossip, it's better to be bored Make a fortune.

"Master Liu, I did a rough calculation just now. There are more than 300 wreaths on our car, and almost all the wreaths in this area have been swept away. Do you want to go to the eastern suburbs? My third aunt and her uncle's My cousin’s neighbor’s brother-in-law is also in this business, so he should have more goods.”

A young man hurried up to Liu Xiaolong with a flattering smile on his face: "It is definitely my honor to be able to work for Secretary Liu's son-in-law. If Wang Mazi dares to compete with me for the roasted sweet potato stall in the future, I will kill him." Bringing up Young Master Liu's signboard will definitely scare that Xiao Bi's son to death!

"More than 300? It's almost there, let's go, time is running out!"

Liu Xiaolong waved his hand and got into the car first.

The young man hurried to catch up and asked, "Master Liu, where do you send these things?"

Liu Xiaolong sneered, and spit out four words: "Dynasty Club!"

(End of this chapter)