Chapter 90: No, Senior Brother, this is not good

Li Changqing is still young, he has a lot of room for cultivation, and it is said that his aura talent is also good.

Nowadays, it is rare to see such an excellent young person.

No matter how Zhang Guichuan looks at it, he is very satisfied with Li Changqing.

"I'll try." Li Changqing nodded and agreed, but then asked, "But Director Zhang, my salary ......?"

"Salary?" Zhang Guichuan paused for a moment.

Seeing this scene, Li Changqing was speechless, Hu Xiong, a bastard, must not have mentioned it to Zhang Guichuan, right?

Hu Xiong was a little embarrassed, and said softly on the side: "Li Changqing is a special talent after all, people make a lot of money a month by running a detective office, if he only gives him a salary of 10,000 lang, it is not suitable, so he wants to increase some salary." ”

"It should." Zhang Guichuan also feels reasonable, after all, he is a professional, and it is understandable that the salary is a little higher.

"How much are you going to mention?"

Hu Xiong stretched out five fingers.

"Plus five thousand?" Zhang Guichuan frowned, five thousand lang coins is not a small amount.

There are a lot of places for the cost of the thirty-six bureaus.,But,Special talents.。。

"50,000 lang coins a month." When Hu Xiong said this, he didn't dare to look at Zhang Guichuan's face, he knew how detained this director was.

Although it can't be said that it is open to Tang Xiaoyu in five or five, there are still three or seven open.

Looking at Zhang Guichuan's face and hearing the 50,000 lang coins, it was like a Sichuan opera changing his face, one would be white, one would be black, and one would be green.

Li Changqing also secretly said in his heart, it is best that Director Zhang is too expensive and does not agree.

In this way, he naturally can't join the thirty-sixth round, and he doesn't have to have a headache to test half a month later.

"Whew."

Zhang Guichuan's fingers lightly tapped on the wooden table, and he said for a long time: "Li Changqing, as long as you investigate the matter of Moluomen within five days, I will agree." ”

Li Changqing did not hesitate, and said with a look of pride on his face: "Okay, if I can't find out within five days, and I don't have the face to join the 36th Bureau, I will withdraw my application to join the 36th Bureau at that time!" ”

"Huh."

Zhang Guichuan was a little surprised, he didn't expect that this young detective would be so confident, this was almost a military order, and the case would be solved within five days.

is really a talent, if he really has such ability, give him a monthly salary of 50,000 lang, and he will not lose.

"Okay, it's a deal!" Zhang Guichuan said with a smile: "Let the waiter serve the food." ”

After being full of wine and food, Li Changqing and Tang Xiaoyu left.

"It only takes five days, how can you find out?" Tang Xiaoyu had a sad look on his face and said, "Li Changqing, or let Kelly help too......"

"What do you help, go home and sleep, sleep for five days and five nights!"

"Are you crazy? Don't you want a monthly salary of 50,000? Tang Xiaoyu said in surprise: "That's a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan!" How many commissions do we have to take to earn it? ”

"Is that money or death?"

"I want money!"

Li Changqing: "......"

Sure enough, it's you! This poor ghost.

Li Changqing glanced at her, this girl, she couldn't walk when she saw the money.

Back at the detective office, Li Changqing lay down on the bed, fell asleep, and went to investigate his case!

A car was driving back to the headquarters of the 36th Bureau, Zhang Guichuan sat in the back seat, and said with a satisfied face: "This Li Changqing is good, originally I just said that the time was shorter to see if I could stimulate his potential." ”

"I didn't expect him to be so confident, and he was terrible in the future, but he had a bit of my youthful demeanor."

Hu Xiong, who was driving, smiled awkwardly, with his understanding of Li Changqing, he was now asleep, and it was impossible to investigate the case.

It was also difficult for him to tell the director directly that Li Changqing actually didn't want to join the 36th Bureau.

"Director, although Moluomen is an organization that supports evil gods, after all, the base camp is in the Lamela Empire, and I'm afraid that the people who go to Nanlin City are just some small fish and shrimp."

In Hu Xiong's view, an organization like Moluomen should indeed be eliminated, but it should not be ......

Zhang Guichuan looked at the scenery outside the car window and said calmly: "I have a hunch that something big is about to happen in Nanlin City, so I have to take precautions." ”

……

Late at night, knock knock.

The sound of beating the wooden fish and chanting the scriptures is very rhythmic.

Shen Qingdai didn't get close, as long as these monks chanted sutras and worshiped the Buddha, as long as they got closer, she would feel uncomfortable.

After all, she is a monster, and staying in such a Buddhist place and hearing Buddhist scriptures is not a good thing for her.

She couldn't help but secretly say in her heart: It is rumored that what animal listens to the Dharma every day, opens up its spiritual wisdom, and cultivates into a demon......

It seems that it is just a beautiful story, but in fact, the power of these scriptures has a certain suppressive effect on demonic qi and monsters.

Shen Qingdai came to the library pavilion, where the sound insulation effect is excellent, and it is difficult to hear the sound of scriptures.

Staying here, Shen Qingdai was also thinking about the next plan.

Her injuries are not light now, and if she wants to slowly recuperate and recover her strength, it will take at least three months.

But my father will definitely not let go of himself easily, he knows too many secrets.

Creak.

The wooden door was pushed open, and Jinghui walked in with a bald head, and he looked around cautiously for a while.

"Master Jinghui, just now the abbot said that you went out to make a fortune, heh." Shen Qingdai was about to say hello, but she didn't expect Jinghui to carefully take out a chicken leg wrapped in oiled paper from her arms.

Jinghui put the chicken leg in front of Shen Qingdai and said in a low voice: "You are still recuperating from your injuries, you have to supplement your nutrition and eat more meat." ”

"Be careful when eating, don't be discovered by my master."

Shen Qingdai was a god, picked up the chicken legs, smelled it, and the vegetarian food in the temple was indeed a little bland.

"But Master Jinghui, didn't you go out to make a relationship? How does it melt into a chicken thigh? Shen Qingdai was a little puzzled.

Jinghui clasped his hands together and looked pious: "I know that Master Shen's injury is not light, so I pulled down my face and went to ask for chicken legs ......."

"Is that oil at the corner of your mouth?" Shen Qingdai found that the corners of the little monk's mouth still had oil stains.

Jinghui licked the oil stains from the corners of her mouth with a sound of her tongue.

"Amitabha, Lord Shen is wrong."

This monk, how can he still open his eyes and tell nonsense.

Of course, whether people eat meat or not has little to do with themselves.

Shen Qingdai also had no scruples, and ate two bites quite ladylikely, which melted in her mouth and had a crispy taste.

Delicious.

Shen Qingdai ate the whole chicken leg in one go, and she was in a very reserved mood.

But soon, I also felt a little sad, and I was happy to be able to eat a chicken leg.

At this time, the door of the library pavilion was suddenly pushed open, and a little monk entered the room: "Master Shen, the abbot asked you to go over, hey, this is ......"

The little monk was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his eyes were hooked, staring at the chicken bones that Shen Qingdai had eaten up and placed on the table.

"Senior brother, Master said that our Buddhism is a pure place, and there can't be such a thing, I'm going to tell Master!"

Jinghui rolled her eyes, this little guy still has to hit his own little report, Shen Qingdai was injured and did not go out, if the master knew, he would soon be able to guess that it was the chicken leg he brought back.

Jinghui picked up the bone and stuffed it to the little monk: "Take it." ”

The little monk refused: "No, senior brother, this is not good." ”

Jing Hui Yizheng said: "Master only said that you can't eat meat, but she didn't say that you can't eat bones!" ”