someone under me

Chapter 13

Sure enough, the Qian brothers and sisters sued the nursing home.

When the father passed away, instead of arranging for the funeral, he was busy filing a complaint, which was no one else.

However, Li Yi can understand their psychology - his father was mad at them, and this crime is not a small one, even if others don't tell him, he can't pass this test in his heart.It is also an excuse to find out the nursing home.

Li Yi can't intervene in this matter, so the boss and Dean Lu will naturally deal with it. In fact, there is no need to worry about it, not to mention that the nursing home has already taken precautions in this regard, and the admission agreement is marked, that is, they and President Qian at that time How many people in the nursing home watched the quarrel, and then President Qian fell ill!
So Li Yi was counting the money with peace of mind.

"There is a total of 130 million US dollars in the account. After converting the exchange rate and adding the handling fee, they gave 870 million US dollars, and the whole deposit is on your card." Fang Ting said.

"The efficiency is fast enough." Li Yi happily counted the string of zeros on the text message on the mobile phone. This number is 10 yuan less than the number that the fat man said, but Li Yi is also very content, after all, it is just a matter of one sentence. It is equivalent to earning 260 for nothing!

Well, take five thousand to buy some good cigarettes for the fat man!
"Tell me, what's going on? Why do you have to give [-]% to others?" Fang Ting asked.

"The remaining [-]% is for his illegitimate child, so I'll just run an errand and get [-]% for nothing," Li Yi said.

"Bastard? How old are you?"

"Seven years old..." Li Yi replied casually.

"You were still in the orphanage seven years ago, so it shouldn't be yours..." Fang Ting said, "But how old was the old man when he died? The illegitimate child was only seven years old. Was it his own?"

"Pfft..." Li Yi almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, this old lady's brain circuit is really a bit abnormal.

After earning a lot of money, of course he had to treat. Li Yi was pushed out of the nursing home by Fang Ting in a wheelchair to have a big meal - a bowl of mutton stewed noodles cost [-] yuan, and mutton for [-] yuan was considered a luxury.

"I've never seen you pick up like this, so I don't want to serve you anymore, you can go back by yourself!" Fang Ting wiped the oil from her mouth and the sweat from her head, turned her head to catch the bus, and threw Li Yi in the noodle shop.

In fact, it wasn't that far away, Li Yida could push it back by himself within 200 meters, but halfway Li Yi turned a corner and went into a convenience store next door.

"Yo, what's the matter?" The boss, Song Yang, is a young man in his 20s. He wears glasses and is gentle, but in fact he has a sloppy personality. Apart from playing games all day long, he just gossips with the neighbors. Not too much.

"There was a small car accident." Li Yi said lightly.

"Small car accident? How did I hear that my life was almost lost in order to save my mother-in-law?" Song Yang winked, seeing that Li Yi ignored him and couldn't continue to expose his scars, and asked embarrassingly, "Soft or hard?" of?"

Li Yi packs a pack of cigarettes a day. At the beginning of the month, the hard box of Hongtashan is 15 yuan, and at the end of the month, the soft box of Hongtashan is [-] yuan. Song Yang knows this rule, but today is No. [-].

"China!"

"Yo, got rich?" Song Yang smiled and took out a pack of hard Chinese from the counter.

"Soft!"

Chinese soft ones are more expensive than hard ones.

Song Yang smiled, and exchanged a box of Soft China.

"Is there a whole one?"

"Hey, let me say, are you kidding me?" Song Yang grinned.

He knows how much Li Yi's salary is a month. If he smokes Zhonghua, he smokes the whole strip, and he will probably starve to death!

"Give it away." Li Yi said.

"Oh, let me tell you earlier." Song Yang said while taking out cigarettes from under the counter, "The mother-in-law's way is not going to work, I have to go to the old man's? But let me tell you, that kind of people don't want it..."

"Where are so many nonsense!" Li Yi said sullenly, "Really?"

"Nonsense, fooling no one will fool you." Song Yang slapped the cigarette on the counter.

"How many more? Give them all to me!" Li Yi said, taking out his bank card.

"There are only two in total." Song Yang took another one.

"Well, there are other high-end cigarettes, just scrape together 5000 yuan for me." Li Yi said.

"Huh? You don't need to spend so much money to give gifts to my father-in-law, do you?" Song Yang shouted.

"Don't take auxiliary construction goods!" Li Yi answered the wrong question.

Where are there so many high-end cigarettes in small convenience stores?Even if there are, it is not enough for the whole one, and even Xiaosu is included in the patchwork, which is enough to make up 5000 yuan.

"Bring me another box of ten yuan Hongtashan, well, it's your gift!" Li Yi swiped his card and shouted.

"Yes, I'll send you two packs!" Song Yang happily threw over two packs of cigarettes, and handed over a two-yuan windproof lighter, "Would you like to send it back for you?"

A dozen or so cigarettes, a huge pack, was held on his lap. Li Yike couldn't push the wheelchair by himself, so he said, "Just push it to the door for me."

Song Yang made a lot of money, happily serving God, and pushed the wheelchair out of the convenience store. Li Yi directed him to stop by the side of the road.

The nursing home is located in the southern suburbs, and this road is not the main road. It is dark and there are not many pedestrians on the road.Li Yi got out of the wheelchair with one leg up, straightened one leg, and bent the other leg, squatting down, pawing the ground to draw a big circle, and then began to unpack the cigarette packs, tearing open one and taking out a pack, unpacking He closed the seal, took out the cigarettes and scattered them all in the circle.

"Hey, my brother, what are you doing?" Song Yang looked confused, and felt even more heartbroken. It was a soft Zhonghua retailing for 65 packs, so it was just dismantled and thrown away?

"Help, it's all demolished!" Li Yi said, keeping his hands on.

"Brother, what are you doing here?" Song Yang's distressed face was distorted.

"Gifts are just for the dead." Li Yi said lightly.

"I... your head was hit by a car?" Song Yang yelled, "No, you were hit by a car!"

"Stand aside if you don't help!" Li Yi said, a pack of cigarettes had been unpacked, and [-] cigarettes were thrown on the ground. The mess was quite spectacular.

"It doesn't look like you've been fooled...Brother, who did you burn it for?" Song Yang shouted.

"I want you to take care of it... By the way, go and get me some Ming coins, and burn them for President Qian by the way." Li Yi said.

"The old man who died at noon?" Song Yang's gossip information was really well-informed, and he said immediately, "It's true that he died... well, this batch of cigarettes is worth a lot of money, and Mingbi is mine!"

Song Yang hurried back to the store and brought a large stack of Ming coins, some of which were like enlarged hundred-yuan bills, while others were printed with the Jade Emperor's head, with a face value of [-] million. President Qian has a big head, the exchange rate of the Bank of the Underworld must be very complicated.

Li Yi asked Song Yang to draw a new circle to burn the coins. After all, his pile of cigarettes was for the fat man, so as not to confuse it and make it difficult to settle accounts.

After finally dismantling all the dozen packs of cigarettes, Li Yi took out his windproof lighter and lit a cigarette case.

"Really burning?" Song Yang was full of confusion.

"Fatty, I've delivered the cigarettes I promised you, come and put them away!" Li Yi yelled, throwing down the burning cigarette case.

A small wind blew by, and the flame from the cigarette case ignited several cigarettes.

"It's really burning!" Song Yang felt a pain in his heart, as if the smoke belonged to him, "My brother, I said earlier that you burned it to the ghosts, why don't we just get some auxiliary equipment?"

"Isn't that fooling ghosts?" Li Yi smiled, watching more and more cigarettes being ignited.

"What about the paper man, paper horse and villa mistress in the paper shop?"

When Li Yi thought about it, it really made sense, wasn't the ghost just being fooled?The banknotes of Mingguo Bank have a face value of [-] million, and a stack of twenty bills only sells for two yuan...

For a while, Li Yi also had a bit of heartache, but it was too late to regret it, the wind was blowing more and more urgently, and a pile of cigarettes was already steaming, but Li Yimin couldn't feel any burning sensation when he was in front of him. A chill came over my face, and when I looked up again, I saw a translucent figure squatting on the opposite side of the fire...

(End of this chapter)