Deputy Prefect He looked at his daughter embarrassedly, and first expressed his apology: "Girl, I, as a father, failed to set a good example for you, don't complain about your father, my father is also for the good of our family." ”

He Zihan estimated that she had been dressed and fed since she was a child, but after all, she grew up, and they have similar family backgrounds, they will have their own small circle, and she will know a little about the coffin industry, so she whispered: "Dad, it's okay, don't worry, no matter what, you are my good father!" ”

"Hey, that's okay......" He Zhifu turned to the three of us, and looked at them one by one, people are big coffins, or they will observe words and looks, although it is Huang Xiaoxian's wish, but He Zhifu's gaze finally fell on my face, and his eyes naturally and constantly wandered, with me as the mainstay, taking into account Yaoyao and Lao Ba, the ratio is about three to one.

Through He Zhifu's self-report, I learned that the reason why he has been prosperous over the years is mainly due to the inheritance of his father-in-law's family.

Mrs. He's father used to be a high coffin in Fucheng City, and the only key college in Fucheng when Fucheng University was in Fucheng.

Back then, when He Zhifu was still in college in Fucheng, in the coffin field, especially the high coffin with an only daughter, in order for the next generation to continue to enjoy resources, it was popular to go to colleges and universities to "choose a son-in-law", select student cadres with good performance, and fall in love with their daughters.

With Lao Taishan as a backer, as long as this son-in-law is not too stupid and does not make any big mistakes, he will rise step by step, and by the age of forty or so, he can basically achieve the level of a county master.

At the age of thirty-six, he was on the right side, and at the age of forty, he successfully entered the spiritual guide team of Fucheng Zhengfu, but from forty to fifty years old, for ten years, Deputy Governor He was standing still, and the main spiritual guide was changed one after another, but he has been serving as a deputy to others, and he has not even mixed a long tail, and the same period, and even the later promotion and use, have been mixed in front of him, so there is a little imbalance in his heart.

And in the past ten years, he has not worked hard, using the money he once "turned into a fate", and then "turned into a fate" to go out, and often visited the home of a higher-level spiritual guide, spending a lot of money, but this kid is indeed unlucky, every time he is about to have an eyebrow, either he encounters the airborne spiritual guide above, squeezing his position, or the person he asked for has an accident, and he didn't explain it, which is already very interesting.

Moreover, the latter is the majority.

After a long time, even the coffin of Fucheng has been circulated, saying that Deputy Prefect He is the life of "Xia Keshang", who is unlucky, and over time, He Prefect will go to find someone to help, run to send and so on, often will be closed, so that now Deputy Prefect He feels that he is really going to have something wrong in the number of lives, so that it will be like this? So I begged the gods everywhere to seek a solution.

As a result, he also met a liar who defrauded him of seven or eight million, and he didn't dare to report the case because of his identity, so he could only suffer a dumb loss.

When Yaoyao heard this, she couldn't help but take a sip of tea.

"Oh, let the three immortals smile," He Zhifu said embarrassedly, "Last time I went to a few Shangxian Cave Mansions, just think about it, let's not ask for any high-ranking officials, ten years, even if you move the place, ten years like doing the same work a day, the same words, I have said countless times, the same company, I have run more than 20 times in research, the people below don't feel annoyed, I feel annoyed!" ”

"He Zhifu, how much property do you have now?" Yaoyao asked bluntly.

"Uh...... This ......" He Zhifu looked at Mrs. He, Mrs. He shook her head slightly, probably still having some scruples and refusing to say.

"Three years of Qing Governor's Mansion, 100,000 snowflakes of silver," I smiled, raised a wrist, and began to calculate, "Even if you don't say it, I can calculate it, but what I calculated, that's what I calculated, what you say, what you say, what you say." ”

It sounds like a nonsense, but it's actually a threat, test He Zhifu, whether he is sincere or not.

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