"I'm not the kind of person who doesn't ask the common people about ghosts and gods. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Secretary Dai Zhibao squeezed out a little smile and said cautiously: "Twelve years later, I don't know where to be, give me a pragmatic proof." ”

"More than 100 million is real money! Can't you exchange it for Secretary Dai, a promise?" Han Zhizhi didn't back down in the slightest, and his eyes met Secretary Dai Zhibao.

There was a TV hanging on the wall of the ward, which was turned on by Yan Songjie with a remote control to play what Han Zhimei sang

["For Whom"

The mud covered his trouser legs and sweat soaked his back

I don't know who you are

but I know for whom you are serving

For whom, for the harvest of autumn

For the spring to return to the wild geese

Full of enthusiasm to sing youth without regrets]

Han Zhimei sang this touching melody on TV, allowing the listeners to experience the heroes who stood on the front line in the flood relief. Thinking of the people, heroic and tenacious, and the noble quality of fighting for one's life.

Knowing the cruelty and ruthlessness of the catastrophic floods has made countless flood fighting heroes sacrifice. Crystal clear tears flowed out of Yan Songjie's eyes, spilling on the hospital bed like pearls: "Secretary Dai! I can say that I have died twice, money is something outside the body, and you still don't believe it for more than 100 million!"

"Okay! I also have an identity as the presiding officer of the Jile Temple! The Dharma number is Bajie!" Yan Songjie's whole person suddenly became sacred and tall, and he sang in his mouth: "The law of heaven, the disciple Bajie feels that after twelve years in Jiangpu County, all living beings are suffering, and the disciple is deeply sad. Today, the disciple made a great wish here to save sentient beings from suffering, so that all souls can get out of the sea of suffering and reach the other side. ”

With the power of the law of the Great Dao, the sound allows every citizen of Jiangpu County to hear it clearly.

Yan Songjie's body immediately felt that a mysterious power in the dark was blessed on him, and he was suspended above the hospital bed.

The void continues to rise and gather like a cloud like a cover, forming a Xuanhuang merit auspicious cloud, covering the head of the Bajie host, its body is like a void device, the void is subtle all over the Dharma Realm, forming a funnel shape, the top door presided over by the Bajie is injected into the center of the eyebrows, and the internal force of the upper dantian is full of perfection, and it is promoted to the innate realm in one step.

Two commas, one black and one white, appear out of thin air in the sea of knowledge, and they are integrated into the Taiji Yin and Yang Fish, and the cycle continues to start again.

Secretary Dai Xianbao was stunned, staring at Yan Songjie who was suspended above the hospital bed, and the great wishes of all living beings could be heard clearly: "Hallucination! It must be an illusion! ”

Director Hou was also shocked in the office, and muttered to himself: "Eight precepts of the Living Buddha!

Zhang Yongjun touched his shiny head: "The Eight Precepts preside, the great wish of all sentient beings, to save the common people! Buddha is the Tao!"

Yan Jie smiled innocently: "The Eight Commandments preside, the great wish of all beings, to save the common people!"

Yan Songjie is also completely sluggish, Heavenly Dao doesn't play with people like this, the buddy just borrowed the identity of a disciple of Buddhism and pretended to be a force. So that Secretary Dai Xianbao wants to believe that there will be a catastrophic flood in twelve years, pretending to be forced is a success, things have become big and provocative, and it is not okay not to do it, and the merits of the Heavenly Dao Xuanhuang have been paid, unless the body is dead.

Han Zhizhi was so surprised that she always thought that Yan Songjie was a god, and it was normal to fly in the sky, so she took out a printed piece of information.

On the 1987 Spring Festival Gala, Fei Xiang sang "A Fire in Winter, a Big Forest Fire on May 6, 1987"

"If these two pieces of information are not right, the money is still the same, and we have nothing else to ask for when the donation is made to the Pu County Government. If it is verified, please ask Secretary Dai to make a promise! For 12 years, he is not his own person, and he does not dare to guarantee the quality and duration of the project. ”

"Half a year to a year to verify?" The cautious secretary Dai Zhibao was a little embarrassed, gambling or not, real money is not false, the ghosts and gods said! Put it aside for the time being, the left and right are for the people, thinking of this Dai Zhibao secretary's face to restore nature.

In addition, Mayor Yan needs to reconcile this matter recently, and the rumors outside have a bad impact. Secretary Dai Qibao got up with a smile and said two sentences about Mayor Yan Houping's questions.

"I see, this is the power of the grand wish in the dark, this is clearly a loan from the Heavenly Dao, promising how much interest in the future, the principal and interest will be repaid, the Heavenly Dao is really dark, but for the sake of internal cultivation in the future, even if it is worth spending more money. Yan Songjie squeezed out a smile on his bitter face: "The plan has to be revised again, it must be completed in advance, and the quality and quantity must be guaranteed."

"Make a lot of money! Make a lot of money quickly!" After sending off Secretary Dai Xibao, Yan Songjie was opening the books in the Shuning Yunshang system and looking through the information that was useful to him.

The decade of RB's disappearance, Hong Kong.

However, the first condition is to go abroad, the second condition is to go abroad to sell something, and the third condition is who will carry it out.

Shuguo Supermarket, Shuning Electric, Vegetable Company, and a series of adjustments.

Pulling a hair and moving the whole body, he was too cautious before, shrunk his hands and feet, and didn't dare to let go and let Han Zhizhi do it.

Shuning Electric Appliances is completely dependent on the items in the cloud business system, and has no self-hematopoietic ability at all.

It must be solved as soon as possible, a headache! Touching the shiny bald head, Yan Songjie sighed.

"Ming'er! Why do you think of coming to see me with a big bag and a small bag. The corner of Yan Songjie's eyes skimmed, and Wu Ming'er, who pushed open the door and came in.

"Hmph! Not only did I have a big bag, but I also brought a check of 10 million and traveled across the ocean to see you. Wu Ming'er looked at Yan Songjie with a smile in her beautiful eyes, and let her be careful that her liver was fluttering and jumping.

I used half a year's savings

They have come across the ocean to see you

For this reunion

I even practiced my breathing when I met

Words have never been able to convey my affection

Expression 1 in 10 million~~...... I will depend on you for the rest of my life. Yan Songjie hummed deliberately.

"You!" Wu Ming'er's pretty face was flushed, and her beautiful eyes were angry: "You are really shameless!"

"Brother!" Han Zhimei's beautiful eyes were full of little stars, and she looked at Yan Songjie hotly: "You are really talented! Sister Ming'er! You're going to be able to make a song out there right away, and I'll be worshipping it. ”

"Ming'er! This is one of your favorite songs in thirty years! I don't think you will be asked to refuse this song because of the advance of time. Yan Songjie looked at Wu Ming'er affectionately.

"This is a check for 10 million! It's a shut-up fee I gave you!" Wu Ming'er slapped the 10 million check on Yan Songjie's mouth: "Aren't you out of breath? What song are you singing?"

"Isn't it that you are very excited, and you will be all fine when you are sick, am I not worth a penny?" Yan Songjie asked without even scanning the check.

"Hmph, we didn't save you for money. Wu Ming'er's beautiful eyes were full of contempt: "Besides, you rescued my father." ”

"My mother is a relatively strong person, and the money she gave this time is a little small, and my life is worth at least one billion or eight hundred million. Yan Songjie also knew that Wu Ming'er hated money transactions, but this was his mother, and he didn't help his relatives.