Ding Feng glanced at the things spread out on the table, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.
He quickly turned his head and glanced behind him.
He walked back to the door and locked it.
Then he came back and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, I am just sitting at home, and trouble comes from heaven.
This is someone’s slander against me.”
His expression grew agitated.
"It's also my fault.
I usually do things too strictly and don't know how to be accommodating.
To be honest, in China's society, people like me are easy to offend others.
In the words of our old Shanghainese, it's a bad job to carry a sedan chair but not to be thanked.
This is Brother, don’t believe it if it’s clearly proven.”
Feng Kezhi said oh, half-smiling but not smiling, and picked up the phone.
"I will call people from the Special Service Section to trace the source of the report letter.
If caught, we must not let him off lightly."
"Hey, forget it, it's better to do less than to do more."
Ding Feng quickly held his hand.
"No.
What I, Feng Kezhi, hate the most in my life is this kind of villain who stabs me in the back.
If you want to mess with Director Ding, just forget it.
This is obviously treating me, Feng Kezhi, as if he were a 250-year-old.
This is no longer your business, it's my business" He dialed the number and was quickly connected.
"Hello, I'm Feng Kezhi" Ding Feng hurriedly pressed down the phone: "It's just a small matter, why did it make it so big?
Brother Feng, please calm down.
Why don't we go out now, the big world, Xian Lexi, I'll treat you to a dragon, and calm down your anger for me."
Feng Kezhi stared at him, smiling and saying nothing.
Ding Feng looked at him.
After a while of silence, he suddenly bent down and whispered: "How about this?
I will pay for the false accusation out of my own pocket and transfer half of it to you.
If I find it inconvenient for you to pay the money order, I will exchange it for yellow croaker and send it to you tonight."
"Don't worry, brother, no one will know."
"Your mother, who do you think I, Feng Kezhi, am worth such a small amount of money from you?"
The smile on Feng Kezhi's face suddenly disappeared and he said coldly.
Ding Feng was stunned.
"Okay, okay.
Sanqi, oh no, all of them, how about" Feng Kezhi leaned back on the chair, raised his feet to the table, and said nothing.
Ding Feng forced a smile and said: "Brother, I am willing to give out the full amount.
You can tell me what you want from me.
As long as I can give it, you can just ask."
Feng Kezhi looked at Ding Feng who was standing in front of him expressionlessly.
He suddenly opened the drawer and took out a brand new Browning.
He hooked his fingers around the ring of the gun, turned it around, and slapped it on the table.
Ding Feng glanced at it and his expression changed: "Brother Feng, what are you doing?"
Feng Kezhi suddenly smiled, and the ice and snow melted.
"I'm not interested in money.
This is something I got recently.
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I haven't tried it yet.
I need a target."
He looked left and right, and his eyes fell on a pot of narcissus placed on the corner of the table.
The narcissus is now standing in the basin.
Feng Kezhi grabbed a budding narcissus, stood up, put it on Ding Feng's head, looked at it, and smiled: "This flower really suits you."
Ding Feng had a bruise on his forehead, and the color on his face suddenly faded.
"Little Master Jiu, what do you want to do?"
"Director Ding, do me a favor and come over."
Feng Kezhi sat back, picked up the gun, and shook it toward the opposite corner.
"Don't worry, I will use this flower to test my gun, and I will never touch a hair on your head."
"No, no, no, stop joking."
Ding Feng shook his head desperately, and the flowers fell to the ground.
"Director Ding is questioning my shooting skills."
The words fell, "pop" A sharp, piercing gunshot suddenly erupted in a room on the fourth floor of the city government building.
Everyone in the building who was working could hear it clearly.
Ding Feng lowered his head, stared at the bullet mark on the cement floor at his feet, and froze.
Feng Kezhi put the flower back on his head again.
Ding Feng looked sad and his voice trembled: "Little Master Jiu" "Pa" "Papa" Three bullets exploded at Ding Feng's feet, sparks flying everywhere.
"You can't fucking make it" "I'm going, I'm going to save lives" Ding Feng screamed and kept hopping.
The bullets forced him to retreat to the corner, and the gunshots stopped.
"Little Master Jiu, please spare me.
I will surrender and I will never dare to do it again."
"Stop talking nonsense, just stand still and swing away.
If I knock off the guy you eat, don't blame me."
Feng Kezhi looked impatient.
Ding Feng opened his eyes wide and looked at the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at him in horror.
Cold sweat rolled down his forehead and his legs trembled.
Feng Kezhi held the gun, pointed it at Ding Feng's head, glanced left and right, as if he was not satisfied, suddenly closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.
The last shot rang out.
"Mom" Accompanied by a heart-rending scream, the office fell completely silent.
For the first time in many years since the completion of the city hall building, gunshots were heard here.
A series of gunshots quickly drew everyone over.
The gunshot came from Feng Kezhi's office on the fourth floor.
No one dared to get close, so they gathered nearby and whispered.
Zhang Cheng, secretary-general of the city government, hurried over and bravely knocked on the door.
With the sound of unlocking, the door opened, and Little Master Jiu of the Feng family stood behind the door.
He was in good shape, with no missing arms or legs.
Zhang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked inside.
He saw Ding Feng from the Ministry of Industry Bureau lying on the ground in the corner with his eyes closed tightly.
There were wet marks on his pants and crotch, as if he was incontinent.
There was a daffodil scattered next to him that looked like it had been knocked off a branch.
The man didn't know whether he was dead or alive, so he couldn't help being surprised and looked at Feng Kezhi.
"I just played a game with Director Ding.
Unexpectedly, Director Ding was too timid and fainted from fright.
It's my fault for alarming everyone."
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Feng Kezhi blew the hot muzzle of his gun and walked away under the gaze of countless eyes around him.
Feng Lingmei's fashion company is located in a seven-story building on the bustling Dongshan East Road.
It was approaching the end of the year and it was extremely busy.
It was already six o'clock in the afternoon and it was getting dark outside, but she hadn't left yet.
While he was talking to accountant Chen, a female secretary who had just joined the job this year knocked on the door and said, "Ms.
Feng, an officer who calls himself He Fangze is looking for you outside.
I asked him to wait in the reception room."
Old Chen adjusted the glasses that had slipped on the bridge of his nose and put away the account book in front of him: "Mrs.
He, I have nothing to do here.
I can settle the accounts tomorrow.
I'll go first."
After saying that, he went out and looked at the female secretary as he passed by.
Eyelids, shook his head.
The female secretary didn't know why.
Feng Lingmei said: "Let him come up."
The female secretary responded and went to deliver the message, but was stopped again.
"Forget it, I'll go down.
I'm leaving too.
You can help me pack up the things here, and then you can go back."
"Okay Miss Feng."
The female secretary hurriedly brought her coat and bag.
Feng Lingmei took them and went downstairs.
He Fangze was sitting on a chair.
He took off his military cap and placed it squarely on the coffee table.
He clasped his hands and rested his arms on his knees.
He leaned forward slightly and his eyes fell on an antique bottle opposite. , his eyes remained motionless, he turned his head when he heard the footsteps of high heels hitting the ground, with a smile on his face, he stood up and walked towards Feng Lingmei.
"Ami"
Feng Lingmei leaned against the door, crossed her arms across her chest, and said calmly: "What's the matter?"
He Fangze hesitated.
"You didn't come last night.
Are you free tonight?
I'd like to treat you to dinner."
Feng Lingmei's tone was decisive: "I am very busy and have no time.
You don't have to be troublesome and don't come here in the future."
She turned around, walked a few steps, and then looked back.
"Also, you don't have to go to Nanjing for the Chinese New Year.
I will explain it to you in front of dad."
After saying that, he turned around and went out, getting into the driver's car.
He Fangze chased after him, watched the car leave, stopped there for a long time, lowered his head and lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, turned around and left slowly.
Feng Lingmei returned to Feng's mansion and asked Feng's mother who came out to ask about her brother.
When she learned that he hadn't come back yet, she walked in, sat on the sofa in the living room, kicked off her high heels, leaned in and rubbed her eyebrows.
Feng's mother was an old servant.
Seeing her tired face, she said, "Miss Eighth, you haven't eaten yet.
Let's eat first.
The young master doesn't know when he will be back."
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Feng Lingmei nodded: "I'll go upstairs and change clothes first."
She stood up and was about to go up when the phone rang.
Feng's mother picked up the call and immediately forwarded it to Feng Lingmei: "It's my aunt."
Feng Lingmei answered the phone: "Sister, are you okay?"
Sister Feng is much older than Feng Lingmei.
She is already over forty.
She is the wife of a minister of the National Government and has a transcendent status.
Her voice came from the phone: "Is Xiaojiu here?"
The eldest sister's voice sounded the same as usual, slow and leisurely, but Feng Lingmei could tell that it was still a little abnormal.
"He's not home.
What happened?"
"Xiaojiu shot his colleagues in the office today, alarming everyone in the building."
Feng Lingmei was surprised: "Has someone been beaten to death?"
"The person is fine.
It is said that Xiaojiu put a flower on the person's head as a bullseye.
It scared the person and fainted."
Feng Lingmei breathed a sigh of relief and coughed.
"I don't think it's a big deal, as long as no one is killed.
Whose family does it belong to, or I can go and have a look."
"A relative of Deputy Chief Sun of the Ministry of Communications.
Forget it, you don't have to go.
I've already said hello.
It's okay.
The problem is dad.
He also knows about it.
I have called several times, but Xiaojiu can't be found. , which will be very angry.”
Feng Lingmei said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, eldest sister, I understand the situation.
Please advise dad quickly and don't be angry.
Our Xiaojiu is a bit skinny, but he won't make such a joke on others for no reason.
You Wait, I'll go find him and call you if I find him."
Feng Lingmei hung up the phone and was about to go out when the concierge Lao Ding came in and said that the shopkeeper of Songyunji was outside and wanted to see the eighth lady.
Songyunji is an old antique shop opened by the previous dynasty.
The shopkeeper's surname is Hu.
He is from the north and has an old relationship with the Feng family.
Feng Lingmei naturally recognized the person.
Although she was anxious to find her younger brother who had gotten into trouble and had wandered off to nowhere, she held off when she saw that the person had already come to the door.
Shopkeeper Hu was still dressed like an old businessman, with a rat-skin mandarin embedded in his long robe.
He was smiling, and when he saw Feng Lingmei, he was full of pleasantries.
Feng Lingmei smiled and said: "Shopkeeper Hu, I have accepted all your kind words.
But to tell you the truth, I have something to do and was about to go out.
If you have any new treasures that you want me to see, let's change the time."
Shopkeeper Hu waved his hand: "Looking at what you said, I am so ignorant that I dare to come to sell my junk stuff.
I collected something today.
I was afraid that it came from your house, and I was afraid that something might happen, so I came to ask for reassurance. " Feng Lingmei immediately heard the inside story and asked shopkeeper Hu to take a seat.
Shopkeeper Hu took out a rope-tied red velvet bag from his arms, opened the opening, poured out a jade sign, held it in the palm of his hand, handed it over, and said: "Today, someone came to the shop and said that the New Year is approaching.
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Selling the things handed down from my ancestors to celebrate the New Year.
I started this business from a young age, and the things that caught my eye were hundreds or hundreds of dollars in value.
I don’t mean to boast, but I will never admit my mistake when a good thing passes by, not to mention that it comes from my own hands. of" He pointed to the Chinese characters engraved on the jade plaque: "Fu will be passed on to all generations, and wealth will be enjoyed for eternity."
"I remember clearly that this was transferred from me to my father many years ago.
The texture and fonts are exactly the same, so I can't remember them wrong.
Why did I invite that person in because they belonged to someone else, and I even coaxed and threatened him.
Finally, I went over and got something else that was originally with me."
Shopkeeper Hu said, took out another envelope and handed it over.
"Miss Eight, look inside."
Feng Lingmei opened it.
Inside is a Zhang He Wen Geng Tie.
The red background must have faded over time, but the black characters are still clear.
On the far right of the paper, the words "Dragon and Phoenix marry" were written with a brush.
Then to the left, the first is "Born at noon on the eighth day of April in the fifth year of the Republic of China".
There are several columns of small characters on the side, listing the attributes of the eight characters and the five elements.
This is the man.
Then the woman.
It says "Kunshe was born on June 13, Mao Shi, in the seventh year of the Republic of China", followed by the same eight characters and five elements.
Finally, "the five elements combine with Geng, yin and yang belong to each other, created by heaven and earth, Feng and Meng are in-laws."
The time for setting up the post was the sixth day of December in the ninth year of the Republic of China.
Feng Lingmei was extremely surprised.
She naturally knew that the man's birthday and horoscope above belonged to her younger brother Feng Kezhi.
"Miss Eighth, look, this should be something from your house, right?"
Feng Lingmei looked at the Geng Tie and jade tablets in her hands and suddenly thought about it.
Although she was still young at that time, she left an impression.
I remember that year, my younger brother seemed to be three or four years old.
My father went out for a trip.
When he came back, he said that he had met an old friend by chance.
He liked his daughter very much.
Moreover, the other party’s family was well-known and prestigious.
If it had been more than ten years earlier, , that’s what I’m trying to achieve.
At that time, he made a decision and arranged a marriage for a pair of children.
This early marriage may have been an impulsive engagement made by my father.
After so many years of personnel changes, it gradually faded away.
If these two things hadn't suddenly appeared now, she wouldn't have been able to remember that there was such a thing.
Feng Lingmei suddenly raised her head: "Shopkeeper Hu, how did this thing leak out?"
Shopkeeper Hu said hurriedly: "I said I got it from a young lady at the train station."
Feng Lingmei hurriedly thanked Shopkeeper Hu.
After sending people away, she looked at the things in front of her.
While she was frowning and thinking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall.
She raised her head and saw her younger brother wandering in from outside with his hands in his pockets.
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