The next morning, the days of the Liu family ran as usual. Aunt Liu, who should get up early to make breakfast, was still busy in the kitchen on time. The Panther, who should cross her legs to watch TV, still appeared on the sofa on time.

After a while, Liu Jingtian came.

"Three jin, after eating, come to Yingying's bedroom." Liu Jingtian threw a bundle of red fur grandpa back into the money box, told Zhao three Jin with a dignified face, and got up and left the sofa.

"Uncle Liu." pushing open the door of Liu Yingying's bedroom, Zhao Sanjin looked at Liu Jingtian sitting on the floor and said with a smile, "have you brought the jade?"

"It's in front of Yingying's dressing table." Liu Jingtian pointed with his fingers and didn't care much. Instead, he looked at Zhao Sanjin with great interest and said with a smile: "let me ask you a question first. What's the matter with the money box and money on the tea table?"

"Han Dongcheng will compensate." Zhao Sanjin explained, then his face coagulated and asked, "uncle Liu, did you find the problem?"

"Oh? Do you know there's a problem with money?" Liu Jingtian was interested and nodded noncommittally.

"There must be a problem with money, but I don't know exactly where the problem is." Zhao Sankin nodded noncommittally and asked for advice with a bitter face: "tell me straight, uncle Liu."

"That's black money." Liu Jingtian smiled, pointed to Zhao Sanjin, shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "you, you smelly boy, although your ability, courage and wisdom are first-class, you will still make mistakes because you are not involved in many things."

"But you are right. Leaving the money intact is the best solution. I believe that as long as you use it or deposit it in the bank, you will be traced to the end. 20 million ah, even a senior official can stay in for more than ten years, not to mention you and I are still a common people?"

Like Zhao Sanjin, Liu Jingtian slapped him and gave him a sugar. Liu Jingtian taught Zhao Sanjin a lesson and praised him generously.

"Is it black money?" Zhao Sanjin sneered. It seems that Han Dongcheng has been beaten into a pig's head by the Panther. He also has to be smart.