Before, it was just Jiang Beiying who made a brief arrangement with him, and after hearing that he could still hold on to his dreams, Jiang Beiying thought it was a joke, patted him on the shoulder, and sent him a red envelope for encouragement. But the next morning, Jiang Tian very solemnly called him, the manager, to the front, and asked Jiang Beiying about the ins and outs of the whole thing behind his back.

Therefore, Mr. Secretary has changed from being only symbolically entrusted by Jiang Beiying to doing this matter to secretly being entrusted by Jiang Tian to do things behind Jiang Beiying's back. This kind of cross-level stimulation makes Mr. Secretary feel excited when he thinks about it.

As for why Jiang Tian entrusted Jiang Beiying to burn paper for Jiang Sudao at the beginning, and now he has to secretly carry Jiang Beiying behind his back to fulfill his eldest son's wish, Mr. Secretary, as the person closest to the center of power, can of course understand a little bit of the doorway.

At the beginning, he said that Jiang Su Dao dreamed and asked Jiang Beiying to burn paper for his eldest brother, which was nothing more than uneasiness, and wanted his youngest son to repay some sins, so as to make up for the debt in his heart.

But later Jiang Tian discovered that the soul really exists after death, so it was different. It's not a matter of whether you owe it in your heart! Maybe your front foot doesn't meet someone's wishes, and they will run to your bedside to find you. Although he is his own son, he runs to the house in that posture and asks himself why he does not meet his requirements, and the picture is not as beautiful as a child asking you for candy by the bedside.

"Oh, it's good to be satisfied. What do you want me to bring? ”

The corners of the secretary's mouth twitched, and finally made an appointment with the prison painting to discuss the matter. Although he didn't like to walk into that store, with the sense of mission directly authorized by the chairman, Mr. Secretary decided to sacrifice himself.

This time, Mr. Secretary very cautiously put away his original perspective of "you liars", and plucked up the courage to walk into the store in line with the concept of "one life and two years of maturity".

But he was still surprised by the scene in the store. A few days ago, the store was still in the style of European luxury decoration, and its appearance has changed greatly! From the walls, decorations, ceilings, carpets, furniture, all changed to Chinese classical style! How many renovation workers do you have to take to be so fast?

Mr. Secretary was a little afraid to think about it. He was afraid that if he thought about it carefully, he would lose the courage to enter the door to talk about business.

"Why are you standing there and not coming in?" The prison painting was munching on her peanuts in front of the computer, and saw the secretary standing at the door in a daze, pushing the glass door, as if he was hesitating to come in, and immediately pointed to the mahogany sofa covered with gold embroidered balls and said, "Sit here." ”

Mr. Secretary probably made up his mind, and just said "thank you" before he entered the door, he heard the prison painting continue: "Don't block the door at the door, the air conditioner should run away, waste electricity." ”

Mr. Secretary: "......"

In fact, there is no need to turn on the air conditioner for prison paintings. She has her own air conditioning, which is isolated from the heat around her, and she does not feel uncomfortable. But there is still a Hu Cai in the house. The quality of the body possessed by Hu Cai is not very good, and he always loves skin allergies when it is hot, so he has turned on the air conditioner for a long time. As a diligent and thrifty prison lady, while being considerate of her subordinates, on the other

It's a lot of effort to save money.

But Mr. Secretary, who is an outsider, does not think that this is a simple matter. Rather than saving electricity, Mr. Secretary prefers to believe that there is something mysterious in this store that should not be passed on, so he must always keep the door open, and he can't easily put it in the sun.

Therefore, Mr. Secretary obediently carried out the requirements of the prison painting, and sat uprightly on the lump of pu, like a good student who is polite and obedient.

This made the prison painting a little embarrassed, because she was wearing a pair of slippers and carrying a plate of peanuts and rice. At this time, Hu Cai was counting the smartphones he had sold, and Qing Soul went to school again, and he was too lazy to pour tea for people by himself. In order to show his hospitality, he simply put the plate in his hand on the coffee table and said, "Eat." ”

Mr. Secretary originally did not have the habit of eating snacks as guests at other people's homes. But when he saw a plate of peanuts on the coffee table, he quickly remembered the chewing sound he heard on the phone.

Oh, so I was eating this.

My heart relaxed, and my hand unconsciously stretched out to take one and taste it. It's just that as soon as the peanuts were put to his mouth, he listened to the painting and said, "This is brought up from the bottom, and it is very delicious." ”

Forehead......

Mr. Secretary silently picked up the peanuts in his hand, neither eating nor throwing them. Only...... Take it back as a souvenir.

He thought of the heels again. Mr. Secretary couldn't figure out why he was always forced to come back with souvenirs from below. I didn't bring it last time, but I came back this time, is there always one that suits him?

"Ahem...... I came here this time because I was entrusted by our chairman to ask about the process. Our eldest son's request for a dream is a bit complicated......" At this point, he glanced up at the prison painting. "Where's your boss here?"

Seeing that the secretary didn't eat it, he took the plate back to him and ate it one by one. She remembered the last time the secretary asked to see her boss. But that time, I may have felt that I had encountered a black store and wanted to seek justice for myself. But this time, it's obviously big business!

"Our shop is called Painting the Ground as a Dungeon." Prison Drawn.

Mr. Secretary nodded. It's such a strange name that it's hard to forget.

"My name is Prison Painting." He continued to throw peanuts into his mouth.

The meaning is clear. The boss you're talking about is sitting right in front of you!

Mr. Secretary was obviously a bit surprised. Because although the prison painting gave him a strange feeling, it was too delicate. And the fairy aura that looms in her body, it is difficult for people to think that she will do the business of the dead. To say that she is running an underground business with such a shop by herself, Mr. Secretary is really a little stunned.

Of course, Mr. Secretary still understands that people can't look good. Although he was stunned, he nodded and accepted the fact.

"Well, the main reason why I insisted on seeing the boss was because the request made by the eldest son of our chairman this time was indeed a bit complicated. I know, you can bring some things down there, your phone, your tablet, your shoes...... But there is

Something that may not be so portable. This requires very complex operations. I mean......"

"It's not going to let me take the plane down, is it?" Prison Painting frowned. She had obviously told Jiang Sudao not to fix these useless things, he wouldn't really be so willful and ask Jiang Tian to get him a fight, right? "Even if I can get it down, he won't be able to fly! You've been there yourself, you know, there's a sky down there? ”

Mr. Secretary hurriedly waved his hand and denied: "No, no, there is no requirement to take the plane down." ”

Prison painting is indeed somewhat acute. After finishing speaking, she also reacted that Mr. Secretary must not be such a stupid thing as bringing a plane if he can say this. She clapped her hands apologetically, dusted off the salt in her palms, and said, "I suddenly remembered that I forgot something for you." With that, she reached under the couch and pulled out a box.

"Come on, these are the shoes you brought to your second aunt last time. This pair really can't be sold, your second aunt asked me to bring it to you as a souvenir. ”

I rub!

Mr. Secretary gratefully took the shoe box handed over by the prison painting, opened it silently, and put the peanut in.

The things that he was destined to bring back as a souvenir seemed to be impossible to escape.

"By the way, where did you just go? It's a bit complicated, isn't it? Tell me, maybe I can do it. ”

Mr. Secretary: I clearly said "very" complicated, not "somewhat" complicated......

"That's right, the eldest son of our chairman said that he is now being punished in hell, and he is not yet free, let alone die. But the prison he is in now is a little dilapidated, and if the chairman can donate money to repair the prison, he will enjoy VIP treatment. Speaking of which, Mr. Secretary felt a little embarrassed. This sounds a bit nonsense, but that's what the chairman told him, and he can only convey it like this.

But he didn't care how bullshitty this was. Miss Prison, who loves money like life, her eyes lit up at this time, and her heart's evaluation of Jiang Sudao soared instantly. Good fellow, go on the road! Originally, the prisoner's family donated money to repair the prison to save money for the underworld, but now the money is in the hands of her, the developer, so there is no such thing! Of course she has to collect the money from the underworld, and of course she will collect the money donated by Jiang Tian! As for VIP treatment or something, hehe...... He felt that next time, he could consider installing a small lamp in the small dark room that Xue Yan had prepared for Jiang Sudao.

"Well said, well said." The prison painting happily chewed the peanuts of the Hell Karma Fire brand, as if he had seen a lump of gold ingots. "How much?"

"This, the eldest prince said that the real estate in the prefecture is monopolized, the developer is a bit dark, and the asking price is relatively high, about five million."

Prison Painting: "......"

"Also, the eldest prince said that he wanted a house, and he would go to live after he was released from prison, and the family could be reunited when the chairman went down...... Ahem, that, to build a villa. As for how much it costs, I'll have to ask you for a trip. It's best to let our chairman talk to each other about the price, you know, businessman, that's the temperament. ”

Well, the prison painting decided to forgive Jiang Sudao for the time being. Reach out and don't hit

Smiling people, not to mention that people are sending you money?

"So, you're talking a little complicated, that's it?"

Mr. Secretary has some parties. He felt that the request was very complicated. Although he followed the prison painting and his party to go around for a while, he could be regarded as having seen the world, but in his opinion, the few people in the prison painting were just some intersections with those little ghosts below, and they could move around the underworld. It's naturally easy for her to donate money, after all, money can make ghosts grind. But it would be a bit too much for her to go to the real estate boss of the Covenant Prefecture to meet with the mortal chairman of his family to discuss business. When the chairman made this request to him, Mr. Secretary failed to persuade him for a long time. He can understand very well that the chairman, as a businessman, cannot accept the hooded business of giving money without counteroffering. But the other party is the person underneath! Not to mention the big guy at the bottom, even an inconspicuous pawn at the bottom wants to embarrass you, and you can't eat and walk around. As a result, you still want to use your voice to make a gesture to negotiate business with others, how big is it compared to trading?

But the prison painting nodded calmly and said, "Okay." ”

(End of chapter)