imperial psychologist

Chapter 433 etc.

The accounts of these dark households are only filled with numbers and do not directly enter their identities. Even the nobles in Beijing rarely know this system-it was originally a ticket number used to transfer some money of unknown origin during special periods Tool of.

Originally, only the regular customers of the former Daiyue bank could have this benefit, and Bai Ling was able to open such a secret account, partly due to friendship and partly due to luck-she had always gotten along well with Wang Yuzhang, and the latter was in Beidi After the Occupation, Wang Yuzhang directly took over the business of many Daiyue bank accounts, and this is how Wang Yuzhang learned about the operations of the so-called dark houses.

But in any case, the money will truly belong to Boling himself in the future, and no one can trace their whereabouts through the clear account of the ticket number.

When Bai Yi heard this, he suddenly realized.

After that, in addition to the rewards from the palace, they will continue to be deposited into Tianzihao's account, and the original principal, or the new money that Boling earned from Wang Yuzhang's caravan... will be all It was divided by Sanqi and stored in two different dark accounts.

Every month, Wei Shishi would go to Wang Yuzhang's mansion to personally reconcile the new principal and interest in the accounts of these two dark accounts.

But Shisi didn't know that the part that accounted for [-]% was actually specially prepared by Berlin for him.

Since the death of Mrs. Zhen, Bai Ling has not stopped preparing to escape from Pingjing for a day. This idea has been entrenched, rooted, and rapidly growing in her mind, and every day becomes stronger than the previous day.

Now that there is more and more money in the account, with these huge deposits, Bo Ling understands that no matter where his family wants to go in the future, he will no longer worry about money.

From now on, if Fourteen is willing to follow, then they can go together;

If Fourteen is unwilling, then he can use the money he has saved together over the years to do what he wants to do.

Freedom, a wish that was once so far away from Boling, has already started the countdown today—as long as the lessons she gave Chen Yicong in the palace are completely over, she can start planning a family of three according to the inspiration left by Zhen Shi before. "Sudden death".

No one in Bo Ling said about these specific premeditated plans, even Bai Yi and Wei Shishi kept it a secret.

They are like flames burning in the bottom of Boling's heart, making Boling glow with a new vitality day by day.The more it gets to the twelfth lunar month of winter, the more it shows its sharpness.

At night, Wei Shishi and Bai Ling finished reconciling today's accounts in the old living room of Bai's house. After Bai Ling collected the receipts for this month, he sent Wei Shishi to the gate of the courtyard.

"Are you really not going to eat together?" Bo Ling asked, "Bo Yi is in charge today, so the taste should be quite good."

Wei Shishi shook his head, "Today is the ninth day of the lunar new year."

"Ah," Bo Ling suddenly realized, "Are you going to see Ah Li?"

"Ah."

"Can't we go after dinner?"

Wei Shishi looked at the sky, "It's too late."

"Okay..." Bo Ling scratched his head helplessly, "It's really hard for you."

Wei Shishi smiled, and accepted Bai Ling's thanks very frankly, although Wei Shishi didn't think it was so hard. Compared with the old days, the current work can be regarded as leisure.

And leisure has its own fun—whether it is reconciling accounts at Yuzhang bank, listening to the boss Wang talk about some new things about the bank and the firm, or chatting with Ah Li in the dirty lanes of Chaotian Street. A new problem in Beijing worth paying attention to.

Wei Shishi has the talent to smell the direction of the next wave from the changes in the details, and he also takes pleasure in it.

In the past three years, he finally weaved an intelligence network in Pingjing City that broke away from Beizhen Fusi—through these homeless people living here.

The two waved to each other in the back alley as a farewell, and then Bo Ling watched Fourteen quickly disappear into the night.

Bai Yi came out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes in one hand, and seeing Bai Ling standing at the door, he couldn't help asking, "Where's Fourteen?"

"Just left." Bo Ling turned back and said, "...he has something to do at night, so he won't eat with us."

"Really?" Bai Yi didn't think much, and went directly to the living room with the dishes, "He's still so busy."

"Yes." Bo Ling said with a smile, "He has a lot of things to do."

……

That night, around midnight, the first snow of the year fell in Pingjing City.

Bai Shijun had already fallen asleep in the back room, and Bai Ling was wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the threshold of his living room, watching Bai Yi in the yard chopping firewood.

Bai Yi held a candle and placed it on a high place. The light orange candlelight warmed half of the yard, and also made the outline of Bai Yi a bit hazy.

It was so quiet all around. Sitting there, Bai Ling could even hear Bai Yi's heavy breathing in the gap between the knife and the ax chopping wood.

"How long are you going to chop?" Bo Ling asked, yawning.

"It's enough for at least three days," Bai Yi replied, and at the same time he raised the ax and dropped the axe, splitting the log standing in front of him vertically in half, "otherwise you have to split it every time, it's so troublesome."

"It's troublesome, so let's go directly to buy the chopped firewood." Bai Ling rubbed his eyes sleepily, "It won't save time and effort."

"The same kind of firewood will cost three times the price, more—" Bai Yi dropped the ax again, and with the sound of the wood cracking, the second half of his sentence came out, "—it's not worth it."

"That's only how much it is," Bo Ling tilted his head and leaned his face, "Even if it's ten times higher, we can still afford it. If it's convenient to use, wouldn't it be fine?"

"Go to sleep." Bai Yi turned around helplessly, "I'll be here for a while."

Berlin sat there without moving.

She staggered her eyes and looked at the densely clouded sky tonight—tonight, not a single star could be seen in the sky.

Bai Ling lowered his eyes and sighed silently.

It's not that I'm not sleepy, I just want to wait.

What are you waiting for, I don't know, I just want to wait.

"In fact, chopping wood is still very interesting," Bai Yi said on his own, chopping wood, "but the premise is that no one can chatter around."

Bai Ling snorted, stood up from the blanket she was wrapped in, walked around in front of Bai Yi, made a movement of zipping the zipper around her mouth, and then sat back on her old threshold without saying a word.

"...What on earth do you want to say, tell me," Bai Yi laughed, "Don't look at me like this, it makes me feel creepy."

Bo Ling tightly closed his lips, and made an inarticulate voice—"I don't."

The candlelight on the high place stretched the shadows of the two people for a long time, and at this moment, they suddenly flickered.

Both of them looked at the candlestick strangely - because there was no wind tonight, or they stood in the yard and didn't feel the night wind.

But the flames still danced from time to time.

"...is it snowing?" Bai Yi whispered.

Bai Ling got up again and stood up. She raised her head in the yard, but the night sky was so dark that she couldn't see anything clearly.

Bai Yi put his hand near the candlestick, and after a while, both of them saw a tiny ice crystal falling on Bai Yi's palm, which melted almost instantly.

"Are you waiting for the snow?" Bai Yi glanced at Bai Ling.

Bai Ling's expression softened again, she turned her head sideways and thought for a while before muttering, "...Really."

(End of this chapter)