On that day, Qian Wanguan in the commercial bank was sitting at the table and reading a lease contract carefully; Sitting with him was a middle-aged man with a round waist and thick shoulders, a big nose and a wide face, looking at Qian Wanguan, and sometimes repeating a sentence: The content of the contract can be modified.

Qian Wanguan buried his head in a careful browsing and then raised his head and said, I will talk after reading it.

After a while, Qian Wanguan called Qian Wanhu and handed him the contract.

Qian Wanguan said, Wan Hu, take a look, you can tell me what you think can be modified.

At this time, Qian Wanguan's eyes found a familiar person on the street, Cheng Wanli, walking towards his business.

Qian Wanguan stood up and beckoned to him, and shouted loudly, Cheng Mason, don't you have something to tell me? Come on, come on.

Cheng Wanli swaggered to the door of the firm and said, I have something to tell you.

Qian Wanguan found a chair for him to sit on, but he didn't sit down.

Cheng Wanli said, last time I sent my son to pass the word to you, and I plan to call you to my house to talk in private. But I heard my son say, you are too busy, you don't have time, you can't take time out, so I'm here this time. There are some things that I can only say to you alone.

Qian Wanguan clearly received a hint, and he didn't dare to be sloppy, so he made a gesture to say, then you can go to the inner room and tell me in private!

Cheng Wanli said "um", followed Qian Wanguan to a side room inside, and closed the door. Then sat on a bench at the same time as Qian Wanguan.

Qian Wanguan said, you can speak, I will listen to you.

Cheng Wanli said, in fact, I really don't want to tell you about this! It's because you helped me, and I want to repay you for this favor.

Qian Wanguan laughed, and then said, what kind of favor do you want to repay? You don't owe me a favor.

Cheng Wanli said very sincerely, there is, there is. On that occasion, I was sent by Yin to go to Hades to dig a great stone mill, and my people lay asleep on the field, and if you hadn't delivered a letter to my family, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Especially at night, if I sleep there, it will be very bad, so I owe you a favor.

Qian Wanguan said, you're welcome. That time I ran into you lying on the field, and I should have delivered a letter by the way. If I don't run into you, there will always be someone who runs into you, and I want to meet you, as long as I have a little conscience, will hand you a letter to your family. Or I carried you to your house, but I didn't carry you. Speaking of this, his face was ashamed.

At this time, Cheng Wanli listened to Qian Wanguan's words, and believed him, so he said, you are busy enough, how can I ask you to carry it? It's a good idea for you to deliver a letter to my family, and my family and I are already very grateful.

Qian Wanguan's face turned to the side, and he said in his heart like a narrator: Where am I helping him? At that time, I just wanted to take advantage of Cheng Stonemason's sleepiness to make money and kill him, but unfortunately Cheng Stonemason had no money on him, and I searched his clothes and purses, all of which were empty, so I didn't think there was any need to harm his life, so I delivered a letter to his family.

Qian Wanguan said calmly, if you have anything to say, you can tell me now.

Cheng Wanli didn't say it immediately, but recalled the thrilling scene he witnessed in Hades.

It was in the Underworld Torture Instrument Workshop, and the Hades Torture Instrument Officer had carved out a large stone mill during the acceptance process, and nodded with satisfaction.

The torture officer of the underworld looked at Cheng Wanli and said, Cheng Mason, you can return to Yang after you get the bounty.

Cheng Wanli said that it was time to go back, and if he didn't go back, his family would be worried.

At this time, the Hades Torture Instrument Officer led Cheng Wanli out of the Hades Torture Apparatus Workshop, and when he passed by the court of rewarding the good and punishing the evil, he suddenly heard a shout of "spare your life, don't fight".

The torture officer of the underworld said, those two yin cha said to you, a yang person, that they leaked their mouths and leaked the heavenly secrets, so they should be beaten.

Where did Cheng Wanli dare to reply? He was afraid of saying the wrong thing, so he simply remained silent. At this moment, he looked out, and the two yin cha lying on the ground were already peeling their flesh. A whip-wielding thug still whipped at one of the yin; A thug with a stick also rained down on another man.

In the wing room of Qian Wanguan Commercial Bank, there was silence

After being cold for a while, Cheng Wanli vividly told what he had seen and heard in the underworld.

Cheng Wanli said, I will only talk about one thing you care about now. The two yin cha chatted with me after the beating, and I asked, "What does Hades want me to do with the stone mill?" Is it also used to grind flour like the sun? They scrambled to tell me that no, it was used to grind so-and-so corrupt officials; also specifically mentioned that the heavy stone mill also has to grind the money, that villain. I don't dare to ask them why they grind you with a stone mill. Have you done anything bad? Can you tell me about it?

Qian Wanguan drooped his head and did not answer, and Cheng Wanli found that his neck was red. He also deliberately bypassed the topic and asked, what else did the two yin guys say?

Cheng Wanli replied, do you still need to say it? All the souls of the dead who are tortured in the underworld are bad people before they are alive, and they are punished after death, and after the sentence is completed, their lives are difficult to protect, and most of them are reborn as animals.

The atmosphere in Qian Wanguan Commercial Bank was a little tense. Qian Wanhu pointed at the lease contract, and picked up a pen to draw a bar on it, saying that it would not work here, and it should be revised there.

The middle-aged man's name was Dai Jiahui, and he said, tell your brother your opinion and see what his opinion is.

Qian Wanhu said, okay!

At this moment, Qian Wanguan and Cheng Wanli came out of the inner wing one after the other, and Cheng Wanli said hello to Qian Wanguan as soon as he came out and turned to leave.

Qian Wanhu saw that Qian Wanguan's neck was red and his face was tense, so it was not good to immediately tell him about the amendments to the lease contract he had just read.

Qian Wanhu still asked tentatively: Did you quarrel with Cheng Stonemason in the wing room just now? Or, how can it be like this?

Qian Wanguan said, no. This firm is no longer renting for the time being, including the store on East Street.

Dai Jiahui asked puzzledly, Boss Qian, are you kidding? My lease contract is all written, why do you just pee?

Qian Wanguan said bluntly, if you want to do business, rent it elsewhere! I didn't sign the lease anyway, so of course I can regret it.

A few days later, Qian Wanguan posted a notice on the wall of the store for sale, and many people gathered around to see it. Because it was basically sold at the original price, they were talking about it, and they were eager to raise money to buy it......

That day, in the ancestral hall of the Qian family, the patriarch of Qian was discussing with the people of the clan about raising money for running the school.

Patriarch Qian said that it would cost at least 7 or 8,000 yuan to set up a large-scale school, and we have a total of more than 100 households in Qianjiazhuang, and each household needs to donate 70 or 80 yuan.

Clansman A said that running a school is a public welfare undertaking, and it is necessary to put up notices to mobilize all families to donate consciously.

Clansman B asked, what if some heads of households don't donate unconsciously?

Patriarch Qian said, if you donate unconsciously, we will send someone to collect it.

Clansman C said that even if we send people to collect them, some accounts may not donate.

Ding said that if they don't donate money, their children will not want to study in the new school.

Patriarch Qian said that as long as the work is done, ordinary clansmen will donate. Donate more and donate less does not have to be average, the account with more money donates a little more, and the account with less money donates a little less, as long as the average donation amount of more than 100 households in our Qianjiazhuang reaches 70 or 80 hanging money.

Suddenly, Qian Wanguan stepped into the threshold with a basket covered with strips of cloth on his mouth, came to the ancestral house, and rested to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Patriarch Qian looked at the heavy basket that he put down and said, Wanguan, you are here just in time. Now we have a school in Qianjiazhuang to facilitate the children of each family to study, and ask each account to donate 70 or 80 yuan, do you have any difficulties?

Qian Wanguan didn't answer immediately, but silently uncovered the strips of cloth covering the mouths of the two baskets, and wow, two baskets of shiny copper coins appeared.

The eyes of the people were drawn over. Some looked at it and stuck out their tongues with envy.