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This is the headquarters of the Long Shao family business.
The building looks inconspicuous from the outside, plain and plain mixed with the surrounding office buildings, just like the form and style of Long Shao's house, which can be low-key and low-key, and can not attract attention.
It's just like their family's business, which doesn't have too many assets but is not too little, and it is just the middle tier in Beijing's business circle.
Sweaty Long Shaoyi grabbed two staff members who were chatting at the main entrance of the building and threw them aside, like a tiger descending from the mountain, rushing into the elevator in the lobby with a strong wind.
After making trouble in Cairo for a while, Long Shao found that his strength was not enough to deal with the people of Tianmen, and he did not dare to go back to the hotel to throw himself into the net, anyway, the important documents were carried with him, so he simply returned to Beijing on the passenger plane.
As soon as he got off the plane, he made a beeline for the building.
Before the security guards of the building could react, Long Shao, who was covered in sweat and wrinkled, and a big bald head who didn't look like a good person rushed into the president's office on the top floor of the building.
Long Zheng, who was dealing with things, was taken aback by Long Shao, and when he saw Long Shao rushing in violently, he exclaimed, "Son, what trouble have you caused?"
Grabbing the large teacup on Long Zheng's desk, Long Shao drank the tea cleanly and threw the teacup on the carpet.
He gasped and shouted, "Dad, money, give me money." ” "Oh" Long Zheng instinctively went to dig out his wallet, and was about to withdraw his credit card, he suddenly reacted, frowned and shouted: "What do you want money for, didn't you call last time and say that you were admitted to the civil service, do you want money, what do you want, how much do you want, how do you want to be a civil servant?"
Long Zheng clearly remembered that his son, who had been missing for several years a while ago, suddenly ran home, but he was dressed as a standard monk, and the old people in the family suddenly fell into a coma.
Long Shao didn't know what he had done in the past few years, and at that time, he was only happy that his son had gone home, and he didn't have time to torture his son what he was doing.
Two days after Long Shao went home, he ran out and didn't know what to do, and after a while, he called home and said that he had been admitted to the civil service, which made the old man at home very happy for a while.
I am not surprised to be admitted to the civil service, but I am surprised that Long Shao can be admitted to the civil service.
Looking at his son's slick head and the dazzling ring scar on his head, Long Zheng was very suspicious that Long Shao's phone call a while ago was a consistent prank of himself again Can a civil servant be this virtuous?
took out the crumpled police officer card from his pocket and threw it on the table, Long Shao shouted with a grin: "Look, Lao Tzu is now a third-level police commissioner, but he didn't fool you."
Give me 100 million in cash, Lao Tzu has something big to do.
He scolded: "Counting on the unit's little activity funds, what can you do, if you want to do some big work, you still have to rely on yourself."
Certificate of Inspector III.
Long Zheng looked at the document for a long time like a demented person, and it was easy to come back to his senses.
He stammered, "Son, pretending to be a police officer is a crime."
You pretend to be a third-class police commissioner...
You won't take this police ID card to swindle, we don't lack this money at home, you, you can't go down the wrong path, you want to make your grandfather, grandma, grandfather, grandmother and the old people in the family worry about death."
Unlike the indifferent and ruthless Fang family, the Long family is a very united and centripetal family.
Long Zheng is very glad that his father didn't come to work in the building today, otherwise if he had seen this police officer card...
Long Zheng didn't dare to imagine that scene.
"Hey, why don't you believe it" Long Shao was angry, he slammed his fist on the desk, and the lower half of the desk was shattered with the strength of the fist, and with a loud bang, Long Zheng looked at the half-short desk in front of him again dementedly.
If he wasn't mistaken, and if the company's purchasing staff hadn't fooled him, the president, Long Zheng remembered that the desk was made of fine Brazilian red pine logs.
A punch is just a punch Only then did Long Zheng officially look at his son, who had been missing for several years.
Only then did he notice the faint golden light flowing under Long Shao's skin.
"Now, this is my siren number, you can call to verify.
You don't know which department to check with," Long Shao nodded his finger hard.
Long Zheng silently took out his mobile phone and entered a certain number.
That's right, the police officer ID is real.
His son is a third-level police superintendent.
The son who shaved his head, burned his ring scars, and suddenly ran home in a monk's robe after being missing for a few years, is indeed as he said in his last phone call: he was admitted to the civil service.
Long Zheng smacked some of these things out of the special flavor.
A businessman like him will come into contact with some special circles, or have heard about them.
Anyway, this is his only son, and he is also the object of his pampering since childhood.
As if hypnotized, Long put his wallet back, took out his checkbook, and wrote a promissory note with a face value of 100 million to Long Shao.
The checks were all written, looking at the number on the checkbook, Long Zhengcai suddenly woke up, he shouted in horror: "Son, what do you want so much money for" 100 million cash, don't look at his Long family's business is big, but there is not much cash. 100 million in cash, that's a big, big number.
Snatched the check with brute force, Long Shao turned around and left.
While walking briskly, Long Shao grinned and said, "Why do you go to the Middle East black market to buy arms, damn it, I don't believe it, get an old-fashioned suitcase nuclear bomb and throw it in the Valley of the Kings, and you can't kill those dogs."
Damn, the credit, Lao Tzu bombarded all the high-level leaders of the Flying Heaven Gate, this is the credit."
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Long Zheng, who had just stood up and wanted to catch up with Long Shao to ask a few words, only felt that his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground with a bang.
Suitcase nuclear bombs were dropped to the Valley of the Kings Long Zheng's eyes were black for a while, he hurriedly grabbed his mobile phone, but he didn't know who to call for help for a while.
Call 110 to call the police, this is simply ridiculous.
The Forbidden City, a palace complex that only opens a very small part of the space to visitors, many places are barren and withered like haunted houses.
Just in a corner of the Forbidden City, there are several palaces that are very clean, planted with large areas of Bodhi trees, incense mist wafting among the trees, the sound of Sanskrit singing from time to time, and occasionally a monk in a gray robe can be seen flashing.
This is the Dawei Zen Temple.
The spies of Fengmen searched all over the world's famous mountains and rivers, but they never dreamed that the Dawei Zen Temple was in the Forbidden City.
In fact, this is not true, because this Dawei Zen Temple in the Forbidden City is only formal.
The monks of the Zen monastery travel all over the world, and the place where they are is the Zen monastery.
This one in the Forbidden City is just a place for some people to have a place to spread their words, and at the same time, for those wandering Zen disciples to occasionally have a place to meet.
A great monk weighing at least 400 catties, with white and delicate skin like mutton fat jade, with a fat head and big ears and a nine-point resemblance to the statue of Maitreya Buddha, was sitting in the main hall of the Zen Temple, silently reciting the scriptures.
There is a tin staff beside him, a string of Buddha beads in his hand is red and lovely, and his fingers pluck the Buddha beads, and the Buddha beads collide with each other, making a crisp sound.
A little novice who was only five or six years old was sitting next to the big monk, yawning in broad daylight, and knocking on the wooden fish in front of him for a while.
Long Shao walked into the main hall with his arms crossed, and stretched out his hand to grab the demon pestle beside the great monk.
The great monk pressed one hand on the demon pestle.
As soon as his hand moved, the white and tender fat on his body rose and fell like water waves, making a crackling sound of skin and flesh hitting each other.
The great monk opened his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Master Weide, what are you doing with my tin staff?"
"Hey, hey" Long Shaogan laughed a few times, grabbed his head and smiled: "Borrow it for a few days." ” "You have murderous intent in your heart."
The great monk said indifferently: "This Bodhi staff was made by the Buddha with the Bodhi branch that he relied on when he was enlightened, and it was infused with Buddhist Zen Gong by countless eminent monks and great virtues on behalf of me.
Can't give it to you. ” "I have a murderous aura" Long Shao said in surprise: "How do you know that it is strange, could it be that you are a roundworm in my stomach" Squatted down and patted the big monk's shoulder hard, and the big monk was tumbling with waves of flesh.
Long Shao said with a smile: "Uncle Presiding, I borrowed this tin staff to subdue demons."
"Demon subduing" The great monk turned his head and glanced at Long Shao with difficulty, and said lightly: "Where is the demon?"
"Dig people's ancestral graves in the Valley of the Kings in Egypt."
Long Shao said the matter after a makeover, he didn't say a word about Fang Wen's matter, he finally concluded: "They first robbed the tomb of Qin Shi Huang, and now they go to Egypt to dig the tomb of the pharaoh, tsk, there must be a conspiracy in this I want to teach them a lesson, but the things in my hands are not angry."
The great monk lowered his eyes, and after a long time, he slowly let go of his hand and said, "Demon subjugation is also the duty of my Buddhism."
Be careful.
He hung the Buddha beads in his hand on Long Shao's belt: "Recite more scriptures in your spare time, people who subdue demons, don't let the demons control it, that's a joke." ” Long Shao laughed wildly a few times, grabbed this Bodhi staff, which was half a meter long and half thick and had a clear green and clear body like glass, turned around and walked away, and disappeared in a few steps.
The great monk folded his hands and bowed sincerely to the Buddha statue in front of him, his lips moved slightly, and there was only the monotonous sound of wooden fish in the hall, but a wisp of Sanskrit singing sounded in the sky outside the hall
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