At 7:20 in the morning, Ning Po woke up.

Ning Po had never woken up so early, because he didn't have a job and there was no need to get up early.

If it weren't for the noise in last night's dream that Ning Po really couldn't bear it, he wouldn't have forced himself to get up from the bed so much...... It was as if there was a terrifying nightmare demon hidden in the gray pillow.

Wanting to throw away the pillow, Ning Po was really a little reluctant, so he picked up the pillow and patted it against the window, then turned it over and put it back in its place.

Rinse your mouth, wipe your face, pick out a white-washed shirt and put it on, and go out. Today is the day to go to the Social Security Bureau to receive the subsistence allowance.

The vendors all over the street were hawking, and the tempting fragrance wafting everywhere could not affect Ning Po's footsteps in the slightest.

I have long since lost the habit of eating breakfast.

Save money!

As if he was still recalling the strange dream last night, Ning Po, who was walking with his head down, narrowed his red and swollen eyes into a slit.

"Water Cloud Villa, the ...... of the Fung Group"

In the dream, Ning Po stepped on the high-rise building of Shuiyun Villa and took off a golden plaque of the Feng family.

Thinking about it makes him feel open.

However, these are just dreams.

What is Ning Po's identity? Can he get the plaque of the Feng family? Can he walk up to the tall buildings of Shuiyun Villa?

He couldn't even enter the gate of Shuiyun Villa!

What is the number "823785......" that appears repeatedly in dreams?

Passing by the gate of a welfare lottery club, Ning Po suddenly stopped.

He tilted his head and looked around again, then looked up at the sky, scratching his hair in surprise with his hand.

"Get in...... You can make a fortune! ”

Ning Po was sure that this strange voice that suddenly came out of his head was definitely his own imagination.

But he still couldn't help but walk into the door of the lottery club.

"Same, same, comrade...... Come, come, come, come...... Lottery, lottery, lottery! ”

Ning Po is a stammer, since he was a child. So he didn't like to talk to people, and his avoidance gradually distanced him from the world.

The conductor glanced at him with his eyelids, then turned on the computer: "Machine selection?" Or is it a fixed number? ”

Ning Po read the newspaper that many people who won the lottery claimed that they had dreamed of the winning number. He was wondering if the morning number was a revelation from God.

But this kind of ethereal magic, Ning Po still doesn't want to admit it from the bottom of his heart.

"Machine, machine selection...... Oh no, set, set...... Yet, still, or a machine selection! ”

"Is it a machine selection or a fixed number?"

The blushing Ning Po held his breath, and it took a long time to spit out a sentence: "Machine selection!" ”

There was a crackling sound of tapping on the keyboard, and a lottery ticket popped up at the mouth of the machine after a squeak.

The conductor tore off the lottery ticket and threw it to Ning Po, and habitually pointed to the billboard on the wall: "This Friday is the lottery!" Then he lowered his head and went about his business.

"Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks......"

The conductor stretched out his hand and waved his head without raising his head, as if he couldn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and urged him to leave in annoyance.

Ning Po, who went out, looked closely at the lottery ticket in his hand, this was the first time he bought a lottery ticket, and his heart was inevitably full of nervousness and expectation. He slapped his head and came to his senses: "Do good deeds." ”

Looking left and right, I saw that there was just a square in front of me, and there were many white doves in the square.

After buying a pack of peanuts from a roadside snack bar, Ning Po walked to the middle of the square and began to feed the white pigeons.

"You want, you want to bless me, win, win! I'll buy you delicious food! ”

With no one around, Ning Po whispered to a group of white pigeons grabbing food in front of him.

After spilling the peanuts, Ning Po took out the lottery ticket again and stared at it happily.

Suddenly, a white dove jumped on Ning Po's shoulder, stretched out his mouth and pecked at the lottery ticket in his hand.

Startled, Ning Po hurriedly fanned it with his hand, and when he got up, a small check that he had just received from the Social Security Bureau accidentally fell out of his pocket.

The white dove quickly pecked at the snow-white cheque floating on the ground and spread its wings and flew high.

"Give me back! That's, that's mine! Ning Po angrily grabbed a handful of peanuts and threw them into the air desperately, but the white pigeon had already flown and even the shadow was gone.

That's half a year's worth of living!

Annoyed, Ning Po kicked all the white pigeons around him away, and picked up the change scattered on the ground in a panic.

Suddenly, Ning Po, who was half-kicked on the ground, put a five-yuan bill in front of him and stared at it.

"Fake, fake money!"

After confirming, the dumbfounded Ning Po suddenly got up and looked around blankly.

Ning Po had a lot of change in his pocket, and he couldn't remember when he got the five yuan or where he got it.

But the last time he spent money was to buy peanuts from a snack bar.

Immediately, Ning Po rushed to the snack bar without thinking about it, holding up the fake five-yuan bill and loudly asking the shopkeeper to change it for him.

Even if the shopkeeper swears to the sky that he has never used fake money since he opened the store today, but the upright Ning Po is a tendon, and he stubbornly said that he only found out the fake money after he bought something here.

Although what Ning Po said seemed to have some truth, after all, it could not prove that the fake money was in this snack bar.

Due to Ning Po's anger, his speech became even more stammering.

The dispute between the two sides has become more difficult to resolve.

A police car sped along with a whistling siren and sped away.

When they arrived at the police station, the police directly locked the shopkeeper and Ning Po in a small black room and asked them to talk slowly.

The shopkeeper felt that he couldn't explain it to the stuttering man, so he asked the police officer for help: "Officer, I have told him everything." As long as he can show proof that I gave him the money, I would rather be punished...... Can you let me go back first, I still have to open a store. ”

Ning Po was also not to be outdone: "Police, police, officer, I, I, I, I, I don't talk to him, he ......"

I really couldn't stand Ning Po's slow swallowing of the words of the desperate dead, and the police glared at them fiercely and shouted: "Come here, it's up to me to decide!" Let's talk about it here. I'll come to you shortly! ”

After saying that, the police officer immediately went out and slammed the door shut.

It was 8:20 a.m., and there were many people at the police station who came to inquire about the errands.

"You, you give me money, I, I'll tell the police, the police to let you, let you, go, well, go!"

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes, ignored him, and turned his head angrily.

Ning Po pouted angrily and said cruelly: "Then we, we are here, here, stay!" ”

Ten minutes later, a man in a suit went to the snack bar in the square to buy something.

The man in the suit passes by this store every day to go to work to buy a pack of cigarettes, which is already an essential part of his daily itinerary.

found that the door of the store was closed, and the man in the suit curiously asked the crowd next to him who were exercising in the morning.

After hearing that the shopkeeper had been taken away by a police car, the man in the suit frowned.

Then the man in the suit quietly walked to a no-man's corner, took out the phone in a panic and dialed it......

The call went directly to the study of Hulu Villa in Jingnanguo.

Xiao Yunzhong was lying on a rattan chair at this time and closed his eyes to recuperate, when he heard the mobile phone ringing, and then put it to his ear.

"Caught? Do you know what's going on? …… Okay, I got it. Xiao Yun opened his eyes again, and a cloud of light instantly burst out in his cloudy eyes.

"You'll be back someday!" Xiao Yun re-ordered and hung up the phone.

After settling down and thinking for a while, Xiao Yun got up again and sat on his desk.

There was no TV in the study, and Xiao Yunzhong drove all the subordinates out of the room.

Even if he doesn't watch TV, Xiao Yunzhong knows that now all major TV stations must be hyping up the news of the change of the Xiao family's heir.

Today, Xiao Yun wanted to be quiet again, he felt very tired.

gave birth to this unpromising son, which made him lose face, and also lost the face of the ancestors of the Xiao family.

He wanted to take a good rest, because when he was angry, he would make the wrong decisions.

But Xiao Yunzhong is the head of the Xiao family, and he wants to rest but does not have as much free time as he expected.

If it weren't for today, Xiao Yunzhong might not have taken the phone call just now as a thing, at least he would have to wait until someone came out of the police station to inquire in detail before making a judgment.

But today's day is really unfortunate.

Xiao Yunzhong's first reaction was the Feng family's actions. In his opinion, it was very simple for the Feng family to ask the police to take away an ordinary snack bar owner.

"My son just had an accident, and you pulled out my eyeliner. Yours is it! ”

Xiao Yun gritted his teeth fiercely, and said word by word, his broad face full of wrinkles gradually became hideous.

Xiao Yunzhong's suspicion turned into affirmation, convinced that this was Feng Guolong passing on a message to himself.

At the same time that his unsuccessful youngest son was no longer qualified to marry Feng Xiaoting, the Feng family made it clear that they wanted to draw a line with themselves.

A gust of wind blew into the study from the window, gently blowing on Xiao Yunzhong's body, looking cold.

"Since we can't cooperate, let's go to war!" Xiao Yunzhong looked up at the rising sun outside the window, and made a decision in his heart.

Xiao Yun clenched his fists heavily, and then a phone call was made into the presidential palace in Jingnanguo.

The second call was made to his eldest son, Xiao Jingyang.

The last call was to tell the housekeeper to immediately connect to the video call with Lao Ge......

Lao Ge is very old, and he is too old to go out and hang out.

Those who knew him respectfully called him Ge Lao, because he was the only person in the Feng Group who was older than Feng Guolong.

After ending the video call with Xiao Yunzhong, Ge Lao took a deep breath, and threw a reassuring pill into his mouth with his withered fingers.

From the short conversation with Xiao Yunzhong, Ge Lao smelled a hint of dangerous information about the approaching storm.

Ge Lao could hear that Xiao Yunzhong was dead, and the conditions offered made Ge Lao unable to refuse.

Even, Ge Lao believed that even if he proposed further conditions, Xiao Yunzhong would agree on the spot.

All that was needed was for Ge Lao to nod.

This head is not a point? Which side should I be on this time? Ge Lao was hesitating, and the hesitation itself was because the conditions proposed by Xiao Yunzhong were too tempting!

Gain the reins of the Feng Group, and at the same time marry the Xiao family.

To put it simply, if it succeeds, there will be one less Fung Group and one more Ge Group in the world in the future.

At this moment, Ge Lao was not thinking about what would happen to him in the future, but thinking of his mediocre son who was still an accountant in the Feng Group, and the naughty granddaughter who was still in school.

"Betrayal is damned!"

Ge Lao's words to himself seemed to remind himself that in fact, from another point of view, he had already begun to think about whether he could bear the consequences of betrayal.

When it was difficult to decide in his heart, Ge Lao came to the window on crutches.

When it comes to old people of Ge Lao's age, they generally believe in fate. I believe that there is a pair of eyes that are always watching you, warning or prompting you what you should do and how not to do it.

A white dove flew by in the sky, and there was a cooing sound.

A piece of white paper fell from the mouth of the white dove, fluttering like an edict of destiny, and flew down on the windowsill in front of Ge Lao.

Ge Lao squinted his old eyes, rolled them, and found that it was a check.

An extremely ordinary check with the name of a stranger named Ning Po written in the corner.

The rough palm tightly grasped this heavenly treasure, and Ge Lao fell into deep thought.

After a long time, Ge Lao looked up at the blue sky where the white dove disappeared, nodded silently, turned around and walked out of the door with a cane.

"Who doesn't love money?!"