If there is the Tathagata's magic palm, Li Wenliang probably has fallen at this moment.

Song Bao felt teased and looked ugly.

"You mean, this person saved ten dollars in our bank, then occupied a safe, and paid 500 legal tenders a month. Is that true?"

If Yan Wenchuan had not appeared, these five hundred fiat coins would have been considered a good deal. After all, there are thousands of safes, and the monthly income is also good.

But it cannot be compared, as there will be problems if the comparison is compared.

"yes."

Li Wenliang was silent. Isn’t this normal? There is no regulation on how much money you have to save to rent a safe, let alone whether to put things in it, it is their freedom.

"very good!"

"Then why did he rent a safe while he was idle?" This was what he was curious about. Yan Wenchuan was not curious. He knew what to use.

"The manager, it's strange that although it's empty inside, there will be people who store things in his name every month. Soon after, Emotochu came out to take them away, and his subordinates didn't understand what they were doing."

"oh?"

This matter is very strange, but Song Bao didn't have the heart to pursue it and said, "Let him get out of here. Don't take such customers again in the future. If you want to take them, take high-quality customers like President Hasu!"

"yes."

After Song Bao finished speaking, he turned to Yan Wenchuan and said, "Let President Haguchi make a joke. This person will be cleared out in the afternoon. Such people will not be allowed to exist in the future."

Yan Wenchuan was not in a hurry to speak. This incident can explain a problem. Japanese spies may be used to using bank safes to transmit intelligence. After all, this method is very safe.

It needs to be checked, and raised his eyebrows and said, "Director Li, can you check if the person who came to save things for him? I need to measure it if there is a number eight in the birth date and horoscope."

What's wrong with this?

This not only stunned Li Wenliang's question, but Song Bao's face was also full of differences, which made him a little confused.

Mei Zhuzi blinked and said with a crisp voice: "We should pay great attention to Feng Shui, Yin and Yang Bagua, and the Five Elements Art, and are sensitive to the number eight."

This explanation was too forced, but Song Bao didn't pursue it and asked sideways: "Is there any?"

How can I know this?

Today I met someone who was difficult to play. I came to deposit the East-West Banking System and just collected it. Isn’t it difficult to care about your birth date?

"Ahem, that...that..." he didn't know how to answer.

Yan Wenchuan also knew that there was something wrong with the question and said, "Director Li, verify that several people have saved things for him. I will check the rest myself."

"this..."

"Go and check to see if there are any records or people who have impressions."

"yes."

Li Wenliang went out to check, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Yan Wenchuan took the initiative to speak: "Manager Song, there are probably many people like this. I suggest you have an internal review. If there is one, you must clean it up in time.

In this way, Manager Song cannot be in vain. As long as you find someone who only rents a safe, and the deposit is only 1,000 yuan, and the safe is vacant, you can make a list for me. After I investigate carefully, if there is no number eight, I will put fifty big yellow croaker in each safe."

"this..."

Song Bao was shocked by his aura. Then, just check it casually and don’t create dozens of them, how much gold will it save?

"Manager Song, don't get me wrong. I'm going to help you, not be the one who is a sucker. Don't think about making the fake real.

In this way, I will give you ten places. As long as I find it, I will save it. Not only the Agricultural Bank of China, but also other industries, as long as Manager Song thinks it can."

What about a good person!

Ten places are five hundred big yellow croakers, so rich! Song Bao shook his head and said with a smile on his face: "Thank you, President Hassan, for your help. Song will find out these black sheep as soon as possible and make room for President Hassan."

"kindness."

Not long after, Li Wenliang came back and whispered: "Manager, check it out. The safe that Ebonchu opened in January last year, two people kept things in the safe No. 7 every month. Another person appeared after March this year. It did not appear in April. In May, a few days ago, the man saved another copy."

"Because the two of them came in a regular time, the counter staff had an impression of them and occasionally chatted with them.

One of the women was about thirty years old and dressed carefully. They wore two red and blue pens on their chests. Their surname was Cheng and they came once every tenth of a month. This woman had very distinctive eyelids, one single and one pair, so they were remembered by the teller and were speculated to be a government official.

Another man, about thirty years old, had the habit of a soldier. He always came over to block his face. However, once he accidentally bumped into a customer, and a hideous scar appeared on his face, which was very scary, so the clerk remembered that he came over on the fifteenth of every month."

Didn't know whether Song Bao heard Li Wenliang's words or not? Yan Wenchuan understood it and was shocked.

The man who appeared in April must be Wang Hao. The woman who appeared last year did not know about it for the time being, but this man reminded him of someone.

That’s right, Zhu Changtai!

At about thirty years old, a hideous scar penetrated his cheeks, with obvious military habits. Who else would he have?

This made him unable to believe it and he felt a little panicked. If this person was really Zhu Changtai, what does this mean?

This shows that he is very likely not a Chinese, not commanded by Hu Liang, and it is very likely that he did the opposite, and that he controlled Hu Liang to manipulate matters.

Japanese spy!

This is too terrible!

He didn't want this to be true, he would rather Zhu Changtai be controlled!

He was a little dazed, and Song Bao called him a few times and he didn't hear it.

"What's wrong with you, President?" Mei Zhuzi pinched him.

"Ah, O."

"Yaxi!"

"Director Li is doing things well. I will check this matter carefully. In this way, Manager Song accepted these fifty yellow croakers, and Zhuzi went to go through the procedures with Manager Li, so that Zhaofeng could wait in the hall. Once Jiang Benchu ​​came to pick up the things, Manager Li would report it as soon as possible. I would like to calculate the time to get incense and pray!"

"Hi."

"Hahaha, President Haguchi don't worry, will Song do this little thing, Director Li remembered it?"

"yes."

Li Wenliang moved out with a heavy box, and Mei Zhuzi followed him to go through the procedures.

......

Eight o'clock.

The Huangshan conference room was still the same group of people, but the atmosphere today was very strange. After the opening remarks, they were silent for half an hour, and Zhang Zhizhong did not urge him.

Half past eight,

The meeting officially kicked off, and the scene was terrible and became a battlefield. The soldiers on duty outside heard it.

This is the first time the government and the military are confronting each other head-on, and it is very fierce.

Inside the city.

Step by step...

Yan Wenchuan was confused for half an hour with Mei Zhuzi, not knowing where to go.

At this moment, Yan Wenchuan's mind was about to explode, but he still didn't understand it, it was very messy.

ha!

On the street, a man in ronin's costume drew his sword and slashed dozens of times into the air, scaring the pedestrians away.

The screams continued, and the police on duty just watched from a distance and couldn't come forward to stop them.

Even the kimono woman next to her was so scared that she stayed away for a long time.

The ronin breathed a sigh of relief and entered the sheath of a sword.

The eyes became clear and no longer confused.

"Let's go."

"Hi."

He looked at the silent people and police around him, and suddenly had a panic idea that he might be more respected than the Chinese!

Along Zhongshan Road, beside a tavern, Mei Zhuzi held a green bamboo bucket in her hand, as if she was entering the door to make wine.

After entering the door, he said to the shopkeeper: "Three taels of sorghum and two taels of rice wine will be delivered to Qingcheng Manor tomorrow."

The shopkeeper took the bamboo tube and didn't say anything. After Mei Zhuzi left, he unscrewed the bamboo cover. There was a green bamboo leaf on the top of the cover. After scanning, he got up and closed the store door, picked up the phone and said a few words, hung up and opened the door again, as if nothing had happened.

Jiulongpo District.

There is a Qingyun Inn here, with an elegant environment, small bridges and flowing water, but the facilities are simple and there are only ten rooms.

There is a summer resort downstairs, and there is a lotus pond and moonlight under the pavilion. Koi are wandering. There is one place not far away, and there is one place not far away.

A good place to enjoy the cool air, the woman holding a round fan in her hand swayed her body into the pavilion, which contained two pairs of stone tables and benches.

The woman's eyes were nervous and a little confused, just like a pond koi and a deep sea trek.

Nine o'clock.

A car parked in front of the inn, got out of the car with a woman and two men.

I rushed to the second floor guest room and looked at the cool people from afar.
To be continued...