Saint

Chapter 24: dance (two)

"After the carnival, I have to go home. If you go to Tanding, you can come to me." Riddle handed Fulan a gold certificate, and used the whole green spar carved ring to dip in ink, and covered the Lancaster stamp under the amount of "50". "I'm glad to be of service to you later." Riddle sat back in his comfortable carriage, sipping a real cigar. When he was alone, he almost became a sign expression, a cynical look, and was replaced by the sophisticated city government. Whether it's aristocrats, merchants or jesters, there are always people from all walks of life who want to get close to him, trying to get a small profit from the glory of the family. And he was always generous enough to give those people hope and friendship. Anyone, at some point, will always come in handy. Fulan bought a bowl of steaming pancake soup at the roadside stall. The crisp pancakes were matched with delicious thick soup, and the taste was pretty good. He noticed that the pork chops on the food stand began to add orange peel. The gadget invented at that time has begun to spread. He didn't tell anyone about this formula. Some people who pay attention to observation may have guessed the secret of making meat more delicious from the orange peel, which is not part of the food ingredients. But the orange peel is not baked repeatedly, although it can remove the fishy smell, but it makes the meat a little acid. "Sir, it's certainly right that everyone deals with it like this." when Fulan asked the stall owner, the cook replied, "now everyone knows this trick, and it's not a secret. Please believe that orange peel is the flavor, compared with fishy smell, a little acid is not in the way." Interests can drive all people crazy and make them think hard and smart. But it can also make them think that they are going to be confused by their own speculation that they are off track. The smarter the person, the more so. It's more effective than ten cunning plots to induce smart people to make wrong judgments and dig traps for themselves. "This is the beginning." Fulan thought that he had to be more familiar with Lancaster to find out the interests that can make the family crazy. Deborah spent five days in ecstasy. He thought about inviting an appraiser to identify the painting, but he soon gave up the idea, "before you get it, you can't leave any handle." The painting can't be taken out of the bank, how many pairs of eyes are staring at it, but he can't find an appraiser to take it to the vault and announce the secret he found. If one person knows it, it won't take long. The whole city will know that the president of Shuangying will use his head again. Deborah never believed that there were people who kept their mouths shut in the world. He prepared fifty thousand cash to deal with all possibilities. On the first day after the carnival, Deborah came to the office early. He had three cups of coffee to suppress his urgent mood. Today is the expiry date of that insurance deposit certificate. At eleven o'clock at noon, the front desk informed him that Mr. Grey was coming. It's the same dress, but the sleeves are a little dirty. Just sitting down, the black sheep began to complain, "the Holy Father is on top, there are so many thieves in Fedu, and my wallet was stolen the day before yesterday." This is really good news. "I was forced to wear old clothes. Oh, I will never come to Fedu again." It's best, though, that you never come. Grey took out the insurance document, "this painting is really the beginning of my bad luck." Deborah said, "Sir, you are short of money now?" "Ha, I will be short of money?" Grey sneered, but he glanced at his sleeve and said, "if this is a bank in the Portuguese Dutch Kingdom, I can withdraw two million by name, but there is no sub-branch in Fedu." What Grey said is the fact that the interest rates between the road and other countries, as well as the sometimes tense relationship, make all banks reluctant to take risks to open transnational businesses. If a rich person in a foreign country can't carry enough hard currency, he will be a pauper if he goes out of the country. "Sir, I have a good idea to help you." the president said, "I have a friend who is a fan of Dachi. He collected all the works of the master crazily. Maybe you can sell the paintings in the Treasury, which has solved the urgent need." "It's not necessary." Grey took out a handful of tickets from his pocket and counted them. Deborah had been struggling in the money pile for a long time. He recognized at a glance that the money was about three thousand yuan. "I borrowed it from a friend, but I'm not familiar with it, but it's enough for me to return home." The one on the outside was a fifty yuan gold roll. He was keen to find that there was a stamp of Reinschmann on the gold roll. Aristocrats like to play this kind of tricks. If his friend is a member of Reinschmann's family, then his identity is more credible. "Thousands of yuan?" Deborah exclaimed in a strange place. "Is it possible for a gentleman like you to rent the most inferior carriage?" Glen's face was red, but he still insisted, "according to tradition, things that bring mildew must be burned in the fire in front of the house. I'm ready to do it." One million, you fucking want to burn one million! The president was so impulsive that he wanted to hit people. "Fifteen thousand, please sell it to me." "I bought it for one hundred and fifty thousand." "You've known a few days ago that it's only worth ten thousand." "I don't care. Anyway, I've lost money. Even if I earn fifteen thousand yuan, it won't help." The loser never wavers. The president can only give in, "so, fifty thousand?" "Please give me the painting. The amount of tens of thousands is meaningless. I'm ready to burn it to make my depression better." The president almost asked, "you make a price." "No, sir, I'm surprised." what did Grey find? "A banker would buy goods worth only ten thousand yuan with 50,000 yuan? Is there any secret in the painting?" For a moment, Deborah was pale and his legs were shaking. "You are so imaginative." he was sweating. "I insist that the president of a bank will not do loss making business." "To be honest, that friend is very important to my future." Deborah Ta admired himself. He could come up with a good speech in an emergency. "Painting in his eyes is equal to two hundred thousand bribes, and giving gifts is good." "It's not a friend, it's your boss." giggle, not suspicious. "Please help me. You know, Dachi's paintings are rare in the market. Many times, money can't buy them." Deborah said. "All right," said Grey. "I will prepare fifty thousand yuan immediately." "You've misunderstood me. I'll sell it to you for two hundred thousand yuan." Grey stared at him. "It's better than two hundred thousand yuan of bribes. You can give it as well as you like." he repeated what the president just said. Deborah had to slap himself. "Either two hundred thousand, or bring the painting." This kind of head is full of cotton princes, blackmail is first-class, but Deborah can't give up, his thinking has been full of one million. The profit of eight hundred thousand is not the same as that of nine hundred and fifty thousand. He choked and said, "I'll write you a check?" "Cash, the check can't be cashed after returning home." The president didn't have so much cash, he clenched his teeth and thought about it, nodded and said, "wait a moment." He is ready to transfer one hundred and fifty thousand yuan from his bank account. He has this right, as long as he fills in the money at the end of the month. Anyway, the head office only looks at the monthly report and plays a little trick in private. It won't mind. An hour later, Grey carefully counted the banknotes and gold Caesar, and gave the insurance deposit certificate to the president with satisfaction, "I wish you a smooth promotion." Deborah fell in the chair. After a long time, he was relieved, as if he had just experienced a life and death competition. He didn't know when even the defeated family left. With one million, he can set up his own small office and no longer have to work for people. Of course, before that, we had to find a skilled painter to get Dachi's Helen off the sketch. "I gave you a chance." Fulan thought that the sketch was bought with eight thousand yuan in another city. As for the frame and the Helen, it cost less than forty yuan. Feel the small suitcase of the drum, and Fulan goes out of the city. The team of Cardinals should have left the city now, and continue to perform in the next place where they can earn money. He has to go after it.