The study of Liu Benqiu, a big celebrity in the officialdom, is very simple, a large bookcase made of camphor wood, which is full of books that he has bought thriftily since he was young; a solid wood desk with a little simplicity is very bookish, which was specially made for him by Li Jiaming's father, but the desk of the ancients put the four treasures of the study, and his desk put the telephone, documents, and ashtray.

It was late at night, and Liu Benqiu, who had been tired all day, looked playfully at the proud disciple sitting opposite the desk through the green smoke between his fingers. The last time this kid came to introduce people, he felt that something was wrong, but he never expected that he was actually used by this bastard boy.

"Tell me, Zhang Weimin was the one you reported the news, right?"

"Hehe, people always have a relative who is distant and close, Uncle Zhang treats me well, I can't watch the tragedy of the teacher arresting my uncle, it happened to me, right?"

"Who do you think you are?"

Liu Benqiu said disdainfully, and asked curiously, "How much did you earn this time?"

You have to be careful with this, you can't scare others, right?" Li Jiaming hurriedly laughed and complained: "There are not many people, there are many people who have made a fortune, how many can be assigned to me? The teacher also knows that Mao Ling and they are just helping the bold skins, if I don't take them to find a way to make money, sooner or later I will go to the detention center to report." ”

Liu Benqiu didn't believe this, when he was resting a few days ago, Zhang Renquan also talked about it, last year, this kid who sold bamboo shoots took so many people to do it, and he himself divided 10,000 yuan. But if you compare Xu Licheng to the place where he went to collect bamboo shoots to catch people, he must have bought Zhang Renquan and them, and if he doesn't make money, he will be willing to spend so much money?

However, this kid attaches great importance to feelings and does business with a small hair, which also saves those boys from going the wrong way. That Wang Fusheng is not a serious man, but if he is well guided, he may not be able to succeed. The underground world, which exists everywhere, cannot be eliminated, just to see if it can be controlled by the government.

"It's so late, why are you here for me?"

It's really hard to talk about this, Li Jiaming scratched his scalp and turned a corner: "Teacher, I think it's useful, anyone can be useful, the key is how to use it." ”

"Don't be sloppy and have something to say!"

"Hey"

It's still Zhang Weimin's business, last time Li Jiaming noticed that Mr. Liu and they might be ready to make a move, and hurriedly reminded him to run.

As soon as the county town started to do so, the next day, the people of the forest public security and the people of the Chongxiang sub-bureau immediately searched his house. Although the gang looked at the face of their boss Zhang Renquan and just went through the motions, they also frightened Zhang Shaolong's mother and son, and even Zhang Jianjun panicked and invited guests and gifts everywhere.

Now the gangsters have caught dozens of people, and the wood dealers have also caught a dozen or twenty, but there has been no official statement. There is no need for Zhang Shaolong's mother and son to open their mouths about this matter, Li Jiaming has to inquire about it, if the fine can be passed, then admit the punishment; if it is to be handled strictly, then it has to avoid the limelight outside for half a year, and come back when this side is dredged.

Li Jiaming can ask bluntly about this, but Liu Benqiu is not good at answering without scruples, and sighs after a while: "Jiaming, in fact, I miss the days when I used to be a teacher, and I still remember the time we walked back to Chongxiang, right? ”

I understand, who doesn't have a family or friend, and who will do things absolutely without it? Li Jiaming also accompanied the teacher to reminisce about the 'old past' that had only been two or three years old.

"Hehe, I was poor at that time, the chicken you ate was still my Aunt Lianxiang's treatment of her brother. When you came with Teacher Wang, Uncle Mao's mother and Uncle Chuanzong didn't even eat the soup. ”

"Hey, it's so fast. ”

The teacher and student chatted for a while, Li Jiaming politely refused the teacher's stay, woke up Mao Tong, who was dozing off on the sofa in the living room, and the two went downstairs to return to their temporary residence. It was very late at night, the streets were deserted, only the night food stalls were still open, but there were not many people in the stalls that were usually patronized by many people, and after those gangsters were swept away, even their business was deserted.

Riding a motorcycle back to the residence, as soon as he opened the door, there was a heat wave in his face, Hong Yan, who lived next door, heard the sound, and hurriedly ran out to see the movement, and saw that it was Li Jiaming and they came back, and shrank back. This time, Li Jiaming made a lot of money with them, which made these guys regard him as the leading brother, and Mao Ling became his agent. This is also Li Jiaming's intention, he has no intention of mixing with society, but he has influence on these guys, and it will be a lot easier in the future. These days, there are always men next door who are guarding for fear of accidents, no matter how late they come back, there are a lot of braziers and hot water in the house, this is how these men respect themselves.

The two brothers took buckets, poured hot water to wash their faces, soaked their feet, and as soon as they took off their socks, there was an argument outside the door.

"Duan Yan, something will come tomorrow, Jiaming is tired outside for a day!"

"Will it be useful tomorrow? I've been waiting for a day today!"

"Get out of the way!"

"What if you don't let it?"

Mao Yan was still too young to suppress such an old gangster, Li Jiaming shook his head secretly, and motioned to Mao Yan, who was pouring water, to open the door.

"Mao Yan, you bring Duan Yan in. ”

Mao Yan opened the door, and the bareheaded Duan Yan said straight to the point: "Jiaming, I don't accept it! I didn't contribute, I admit it, but that's not because I don't want to contribute!"

It's comfortable to soak your feet in hot water, Li Jiaming smiled and motioned to Mao Yan to talk about it too.

"Duan, if you make a lot of effort, you will get a lot of money. Since you have paid 30,000 yuan in capital, but you have not contributed a single effort, and it is too little to get 30,000 yuan in red money? Since everyone can't get along, next year Lu Guilu and Qiao will return to the bridge, and there is no reason for you to disobey me, and I will still take you to do business! Jia Ming doesn't owe you, and I, Wang Fusheng, don't owe you anything!"

The angry Duan Lingli didn't bother to pay attention to the reasonable Mao Ling, and looked at Li Jiaming who was soaking his feet with his eyes, these things have to be told by this half-big man in the end, what kind of thing are you Wang Fusheng? That is, you are lucky, and you have an iron relationship with Jiaming, otherwise it will be your turn to be a poor ghost to make a fortune? This time I didn't contribute, 30,000 to 60,000 is no problem, as long as you can continue to make a fortune next year.

"It's all over, right?

"Jiaming!"

Li Jiaming, who was still sven just now, had a blank on his face, and his fierce eyes swept over, and Duan Yan, who was used to being domineering on the street, felt a chill in his heart, and swallowed back the words behind him. Mo said that Duan Ling was just a gangster in the mountains, Li Jiaming had a black face in his previous life, and many big brothers in the rivers and lakes had to accompany the smiling face.

"Duan Yan, I know that you are not convinced, and think that we are not righteous. I just want to ask you, are you brothers with me, or are you brothers with Mao Yan? Everyone is just ordinary friends, you have helped me, I thank you, I have helped you, you have come to thank me. ”

After soaking almost, Li Jiaming, who had calmed Duan Ling, took the towel, wiped his feet slowly, and continued as if gossiping: "Duan Ling, you are also a person who mixes on the street, you should be more sensible, others help you are human, and it is reasonable not to help you." There is an old saying, the mountains will fall, and everyone will run, you have 60,000 yuan now, and you will sell it yourself next year, why do you always have to make noise?

Okay, I'm done, you can discuss it yourself. Anyway, I won't get involved in your business, and when I finish collecting the bamboo shoots, I'll take my share of the money with my brother-in-law, and do the rest of the things you like. ”

This is said lightly, if there is no permission from Li Jiaming and Mao Yan, the three of them can do more than dozens of people?

Duan Yan finally saw the other side of Li Jiaming's human affection, that is, indifference.

"Jiaming, I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person. ”

"You want to die, don't you?"

"Mao Yan!"

Li Jiaming stopped Mao Ling, who wanted to do it, and still said impatiently: "Duan Ling, you have to speak through your brain." You helped me at the beginning, I admit your affection, you say that you give as many gifts as you want, and I will give you another thank you gift. Later, when something happened to you, you begged me to thank me, and I could confiscate your thanks.

I'm a person, I'm more stubborn, friends are friends, brothers are brothers, and people in the house are people in the house. If Mao Ling makes up his mind about this, even if it doesn't make sense, I, as a brother, will still stand on his side, and I won't help my relatives. ”