Zhang Kuan was stunned when he heard this, thought for a while, and asked softly. What do you mean?"

Song Ju slowly turned his head and looked at Zhang Kuan. As a father, you can't feel the pain in my heart, Jiajia forgives you, but I can't."

Zhang Kuan was about to cry." I didn't mean to, how can you forgive me?"

"It's simple." Song Ju said with a cold gaze. Actually, the first thing I thought of when I heard about this case was that I called you here today to confirm it personally. Now that the matter is clear, I just have one request."

"I have been honest and honest all my life, and I have never abused my power for personal gain. Today, I want to use what little power I have to do something for my daughter."

Zhang Kuan waited nervously, not knowing what Song Ju wanted to do for his daughter.

"You opened a clothing design company at a young age, and you became a factory director, and you also set up a film company. Director Song suddenly changed his tone and talked about something else.

Zhang Kuan couldn't hold it back." Uncle, just say what you want to do for Jiajia."

Song Ju took out another cigarette, stuffed it in his mouth, took out the lighter and lit the cigarette, a little trembling, lit it several times before lighting the cigarette, squinted and took a puff, and said softly: "You are my position.

"I killed these shit." Zhang Kuan said hatefully, with an angry face, and was stunned after speaking, and thought about it, and asked tentatively. What do you mean?"

Zhang Kuan asked with his eyes.In fact, he had already thought that Song Ju meant to let him kill the three fat men and Yang Feng.Zhang Kuan was not stupid after all.He was not a vicious man.Not forced to the head.That would think about killing people.Therefore.When Song Ju revealed a little bit of the intention of killing.The turtle began to be afraid.

Everybody's been arrested, decades in prison aren't so good, is it necessary to kill him again?

Unexpectedly, Song Ju did not answer Zhang Kuan's question, but talked about the costume. I don't really advocate that the price is too high, but now that the market economy is rising, prices are rising rapidly, and I am also thinking about you.

Song Ju suddenly changed his tone, smiling, not seeing the sadness and anger just now, as if what happened just now had never happened at all, it was just an illusion.

But Zhang Kuan knew very well in his heart that Song Ju suddenly changed his tone and what it meant, it was nothing more than a reminder to himself that he could make Zhang Kuan earn more profits through school uniforms, even if the price of clothing increased.

According to Zhang Kuan's understanding, the price of clothes has risen, it must be ten yuan and ten yuan up, and the students don't care about ten more yuan or less ten yuan.

This is the rhythm of forcing yourself to get rich.

However, this huge profit is not taken for nothing.The third brother of the Jin family.Yang Feng.This is four lives.Zhang Kuan is not a murderer.The last time he killed Tian Fengshou, he was oppressed to the extreme.In other words, anyone who was continuously electrocuted with a stun baton would kill someone.

But these four people, Zhang Kuan, really can't do it.

But if you don't start, not only will you lose the room for the price of clothes, but it is very likely that Song Ju will give orders to other ruthless people in order to take revenge.

What's more, these people have broken many good families over the years, especially Yang Feng, who is a wolf in human skin.

Zhang Kuan thought about it, gritted his steel teeth, and said, "Uncle, you just don't say anything today, these people can't run away, you wait, I haven't thought of sparing him since the day they designed me."

"Okay." Song Ju was overjoyed when he heard this, his face was sad and angry, and his tone was sad. These brutes must be punished, as long as you get this done, everything else is negotiable, and if the matter is revealed, you will put the blame on me."

Zhang Kuan looked up at him.A man in his fifties.The skin on his face is well maintained.White and clean.His hair is meticulously combed.His eyes are full of determination.

This is the father, someone hurts his own heart and soul, even if he fights for his life, he has to make the other person pay.

Needless to say, Song Ju is not a pedantic person, he can trust Zhang Kuan, a person who dares to confront the Tiger of Weiyang, even if he is a flat-headed commoner, there are extraordinary.

As if to test his conjecture, Song Ju asked intentionally or unintentionally: "I heard that Yang Feng was beaten up not long ago, and he was stuffed into the toilet when he lost his gun.

Zhang Kuan has nothing to hide, and admits a little shyly: "This is the first time he has beaten me, and I asked my driver to do it."

Song Ju immediately raised his eyelids, revealing a look that was indeed so. I knew I wasn't going to find the wrong person."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Over there, Song Jia came over and knocked on the glass door." What are you talking about, so happy, you don't go to work in the afternoon."

Song Ju immediately got up and said with a smile: "Then I'll go to work.

Zhang Kuan sighed and said without thinking: "Yes, Uncle Song has something."

Song Ju said: "I'm fine, Jiajia, they want to go to Qinglong Temple, you go with me."

Mrs. Song had just returned from abroad not long ago, so naturally she didn't buy a car, Song Jia usually took a taxi when she went out, Qinglong Temple was nearly 100 miles away from Weiyang, and Song Ju had to go to work again.

Zhang Kuanyan didn't understand the identity of the leading driver, and immediately nodded in agreement. No questions, I'm fine in the afternoon."

Song Ju nodded, walked to the living room, changed shoes and socks, and prepared to go out. Song Jia and Mrs. Song also went back to their rooms to tidy up.

Zhang Kuan, hey, hey, he Rest assured, God doesn't know it."

Zhang Kuan wants to send the mother and daughter of the Song family to Qinglong Temple. Xu Jiaojiao is not good to accompany. She still has work to be busy in the afternoon. Zhang Kuan sent her back to Tianjiao, and then went all the way to the west.

As soon as the car got on the highway, Song Jia asked Zhang Kuan: "What did my dad say to you on the balcony?"

Zhang Kuan laughed. Just ask me about business, it's all gossip."

Even if Song Jia is suspicious, it's not easy to ask.

Qinglong Temple is a thousand-year-old temple that existed in the Tang Dynasty.Located on the Qinglong Mountain in the west of Weiyang.It is rumored that the temple has produced eight Tianlong Dade Tianwei Qinglong King Kong Arhat.It is a real Buddhist ancient temple.The abbot in the temple has always been indifferent to fame and fortune.Therefore, Qinglong Temple is not famous in the whole country.

But within Buddhism, the status of Qinglong Temple is extremely high, and the name of the White Horse Temple, Lingyin Temple, etc., among which the host has great wisdom and ability.

Mrs. Song is a Buddhist, and this time she went to Qinglong Temple to make a vow, and on the way, she told Zhang Kuan some Buddhist stories and allusions. Zhang Kuan didn't like to listen to them, and said nonchalantly: "It's all some things that fool people."

Mrs. Song said to him with a straight face: "Don't talk nonsense, the Buddha is a person with great power and wisdom, his Dharma can save the world, you can't be disrespectful to him."

Zhang Kuan hummed with his nose, turned on the stereo to play the song, and deliberately played a classic popular song, "Tears of the Dancing Girl".

Mrs. Song is angry, but she is helpless.

Starting from Zhang Kuan's own psychology, they are all a family, the relationship is so close, it is necessary to be respectful to you.

And for Song Jia, this guy is also an ape, from the rearview mirror can't stop looking at Song Jia's appearance, more and more I feel that Song Jia is petite and cute, long hair fluttering, beautiful like a fairy in a painting, look at it twice, the things under him are not honest, gradually stiffened, and there is no previous tingling feeling.

Seeing this, he was driving while laughing lewdly, and he was thinking about Song Jia in his heart.

The speed of the Audi is very fast, flat and steady, and soon it will arrive at the thousand-year-old temple Qinglong Temple, the ancient trees in front of the door are towering, clean and elegant, and the road paved with white boulders is solid and smooth, slightly mottled.

Sure enough, it is a good temple. Mrs. Song admired.

This place is good, you can escape the heat, Zhang Kuan said.

Parking the car in the parking lot at the bottom of the mountain, paying five yuan for parking, the three of them climbed the stairs, and soon entered the mountain gate.

Mrs. Song was full of excitement, her arms were spread, and she carefully felt the pure breath of Buddhism here.

Zhang Kuan's whole body was excited, his arms were folded on his shoulders, and his heart was really cold.

Mrs. Song took Song Jia to worship the Buddha.Zhang Kuan deliberately took a slow step.Bypassed Mrs. Song's back.Big hand pinched Song Jia's buttocks.Full of pride.

Song Jia turned her head and glared angrily, but she didn't say much.

Mrs. Song sensed that something was wrong, and said to Zhang Kuan, "Since you don't believe in Buddhism, don't follow up.

Zhang Kuan was helpless.He could only say yes.His eyes swept over Song Jia's face.Thinking about it.Hehehe.Laughing.Going to play elsewhere.

Qinglong Temple is not big, there are few monks in it, it is clean everywhere, Zhang Kuan quickly turned around the temple, there is no good place to go, only to find that there is a pond that is easy to play, it is surrounded by boulders, it is covered with moss, the water of the pond is crystal clear, there are dozens of colorful big fish in it, not to mention Zhang Kuan, a thigh thick.

The goods swept around, and no one paid attention to them, so they took off their shoes and socks, and jumped into the pool to catch fish.

Looking at the pond water on it, the water is not deep, only to jump in and find that the water level is up to the waist, but the pants are all wet.

It's strange to say, the fish in the temple don't know the danger of human beings, and they don't know how to dodge. Zhang Kuan grabbed a big fish of nearly fifty pounds and picked it up.

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