Super Red Packet

Chapter 828 The Magical Use of Donations

When Meng Xiaoben and Beggardao returned to the provincial capital, they were always worried: Where did that huge donation go?

Meng Xiaoben was also present at the donation ceremony the day before yesterday.

The fat director of the donation management committee made it clear that the donation should be sent to various nursing homes and orphanages in the province as soon as possible.

It sounds nice, but is it actually done?

Meng Xiaoben talked about this matter with Shen Suanzi, and said worriedly: "I suspect that the people in the management committee are not good people. Just look at the luxury cars of their management committee. They are all imported cars with big brands and top configurations. .”

The fortune teller smiled and said, "Their management committee doesn't produce any products, so where does the money come from? Isn't it a charitable donation?!"

"I figured I'd have to look it up and ask."

Ge Hong said: "Don't make trouble for nothing. Besides, the donor is not you, Meng Xiaoben, but Dong Yong. What are you, Meng Xiaoben, looking for?"

As soon as Ge Hong reminded, Meng Xiaoben didn't recruit any more.

Shen Suanzi patted his head, "Let me make a divination."

"Okay, you have never missed the hexagrams, and today I will show Ge Hong and Beggar Dao again." Meng Xiaoben said.

The divine operator took out the hexagram tool and made a hexagram on the coffee table.

"Huo Di Jin Hexagram!" The fortune teller looked at the copper coins on the tea table and murmured, "Who wants to find people for money by hoeing the ground and removing the grass in the seedlings..."

Shen Suanzi said for a while, and everyone was in a fog.

"Just say it straight! Has the donation been embezzled?"

Meng Xiaoben asked impatiently.

The magician counted with ten fingers, his eyes wandered, and he said softly: "Yin subdues yang, thunder is in the east, like stealing people's treasures, wanting to own them. People punish their trespassers, ghosts bind their elbows. Yin occupies the position of heaven, and yang counteracts below." ．It’s like a villain taking advantage of a gentleman’s weapon, and a ghost is punished..."

"The more you speak, the more incoherent you become. If anyone can understand, you speak in vernacular." Ge Hong was even more confused.

After Shen Suanzi finished chanting, he took a long breath, opened his eyes, and said, "This is a bad hexagram. The hexagram shows that there are riches and thieves!"

"You mean, the donations are in danger?" Meng Xiaoben's heart sank: the fat director, a corrupt official, really did something with the donations.

"That's right, the charitable funds must have been embezzled." The fortune teller said with certainty.

"Can you get it back?"

Shen Suanzi shook his head, then nodded again, "It's up to people to do it."

"Madi!" Meng Xiaoben slapped the table, stood up with a bang, and cursed, "Fat director, you pick up dung with a lantern—you're looking for death!"

Ge Hong pushed Meng Xiaoben: "Don't get excited! Calm down, think of a way, and find out the evidence. Could it be that you go to the charity management committee now and beat those people to death?!"

"How to find evidence? Wiretapping?" Meng Xiaoben thought for a while, "Let's go incognito. I'll go incognito to the management committee and see what they're doing!"

Meng Xiaoben became impatient, and went as soon as he said he would, and immediately disappeared, leading the way of beggars, and went straight to the Charity Management Committee.

The building of the management committee is really luxurious, it looks like a palace.As soon as I entered the hall, I saw a huge flower chandelier with hundreds of thousands of small crystal lights shining on it.

Ma Tei!

Meng Xiaoben didn't need to look at anything else, just looking at the chandelier, he knew it was a corrupt department.This kind of chandelier is not available in the market for 200 million, so it cannot be bought.How can they get so much money for a small management committee? !Where did it come from not being greedy?

Meng Xiaoben slowly walked up to the third floor and found the director's office.

He opened his see-through eyes and looked inside, but there was no one there.

Meng Xiaoben took out the small oyster, opened the door, and walked in quietly.

The decoration in the room is extremely luxurious, even the sofa is made of crocodile skin.

Meng Xiaoben walked slowly to the desk and wanted to turn on the computer, but there was a password on the computer and he couldn't turn it on.

I looked around again, but I didn't find anything useful.

Just as he was about to leave, the door suddenly rang.

Meng Xiaoben immediately left the desk, hid in a corner, and watched the development of the situation quietly.

Sure enough, it was the fat director who came in.

This guy finished drinking somewhere, reeking of alcohol all over his body, his face was flushed, his footsteps were a little unsteady, he staggered to the sofa and sat down.

After taking a breath, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Yes, it's me... Boss Gong, our management committee has a total of 38 staff members. You can allocate 38 houses for us, one for each person... Haha, that's too polite... All right, come here Well, I'm in the office."

What's happening here?
According to Director Fat, it seems that he wants to buy a house from the developer, and each person in the management committee has one set!
Wo rub!

Too bad!
Meng Xiaoben found a chair and sat down, waiting quietly.

The fat director sat on the sofa and slowly fell asleep.

About 10 minutes later, someone knocked on the door.

The fat director hurried over to open the door.

A man who looked like a boss came in, with a briefcase under his arm, smiling all over his face, nodding and bowing his head to say hello to the fat director.

The two sat down on the sofa.

They were all huge fat people, like two pigs, crushing the sofa flat, and their bodies were sunk in the sofa.

"Boss Gong, this time we received a donation from a private club, totaling more than [-] million yuan. Therefore, I want to improve the housing conditions for all the staff of the management committee."

"The director cares about the lives of his subordinates, he is really a good cadre." Boss Gong is very flattering, and he said it quite naturally and sincerely.

"Where is it, I'm overwhelmed. I am a person. The reason why everyone in the management committee gives me face and supports me is mainly because I don't eat alone, and everyone takes advantage of it... No, no, it's not good to say, I should It is said that the benefits are shared equally. Hahaha."

As soon as Boss Gong heard this, he immediately took over the words: "Director, you also need a similar house, then...the standard is too low. I have an idea, I'm here to discuss with the director face to face today."

The fat director was happy, knowing what Boss Gong was going to say, he immediately put a smile on his face, patted Boss Gong on the shoulder, pretended not to understand, and said, "Speak, say..."

"That's what I think. I allocated 38 houses to the management committee, and each of you has one house. Besides..."

When Boss Gong said this, he suddenly looked towards the door and lowered his voice, "Director, I understand in my heart how much you have always taken care of me. In Huacong Community, I have a well-decorated loft with 6 rooms and 4 rooms. Hall, with a usable area of ​​340 square meters, will be given to the director.”

When the fat director heard this, he was excited, and his fat body immediately jumped up from the sofa, straightened his body, and said cheerfully: "Boss Gong is too polite, how dare I accept such a heavy gift!"

Director Gong's face became serious, and he said very seriously: "Director, I don't agree with what you said. You have been soliciting donations for the sake of the poor in the city. You have broken your heart and turned your head into a gray hair. You should be a little ...Is there some kind of remuneration that you deserve. For example, the more than 1 million charitable funds, if you didn't work hard, would the boss surnamed Dong donate the charitable funds?"

The fat director was very comfortable being photographed, and he became proud: "Boss Gong, you really have a unique vision when looking at problems. This Dong Yong is a nouveau riche, so get some of his money and donate it to the poor old people. Nursing homes and orphanages are good deeds. This time, our management committee has decided that the 38 million donation will be allocated 800 million yuan in addition to purchasing [-] houses from you to solve the housing difficulties of the management committee staff. Yuan, to improve the living conditions of nursing homes across the province."

When Boss Gong heard this, he frowned, seemed very unhappy, and murmured: "It's too much, 800 million! It's too much."

The fat director was happy: "Old Gong, let me tell you the truth, as a person, I always think about the common people. This 800 million can solve the urgent needs of many lonely old people."

"Director, in fact, it is not a small achievement to take out 200 million for show and publicize it in the newspaper, why bother to take out 800 million for real money!"

Boss Gong's words are so expertly spoken, as if doing that is the right thing to do.

The fat director patted Boss Gong again, and said with a smile: "Policy, policy, we still have to consider it."

Meng Xiaoben listened to these two bird people singing and singing together, and his anger grew more and more: What a fat director, more than 1 million donations, in your hands, only 800 million for the nursing home, and the rest was used to buy a house for the elderly. Employees are allocated housing, and you get the big head and get a big house of 340 square meters.No, to be exact, two sets.Because among the 38 sets, there is also a set of fat directors.

The more Meng Xiaoben thought about it, the angrier he became, he wished he could rush over and knock the two of them down.

After waiting patiently for a while, Boss Gong said goodbye and left.

The fat director has also lost a lot of alcohol at the moment, and he is in a very relaxed and happy mood. He whistles, walks to the desk, sits down, and turns on the computer.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Meng Xiaoben walked over slowly.

The fat director just turned on the computer and watched a banned movie.

Meng Xiaoben stretched out his hand and patted the fat director on the shoulder.

The fat director shuddered all over, jumped up from the chair, didn't even have time to yell, and fell back on the ground.

Meng Xiaoben never expected that this guy is so fragile!

Did he do too many bad things, afraid of ghosts coming to claim his life?So, whenever there is a turmoil, do you think that a catastrophe is coming?
It is estimated that this is the case.

Meng Xiaoben squatted down and tried it with his fingers in front of the fat director's nose.

not dead.His breathing was still even, but he was frightened and fainted for a while.

Meng Xiaoben lightly tapped his Renzhong and Tanzhong acupoints a few times.

"what!"

The fat director let out a long breath and opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was Meng Xiaoben's face.

Meng Xiaoben met Director Fat at the donation ceremony the day before yesterday.

The fat director immediately sat up.

His hands and feet were still shaking.

With straight eyes, he asked tremblingly, "You, you, aren't you that Meng, Mr. Meng?"

Meng Xiaoben said with a smile: "The director has a really good memory."

"You, how did you get in?"

Meng Xiaoben helped the fat director to stand up, sat down on the chair again, and said, "Director, sit still first, and listen to me slowly."

The fat director stared at Meng Xiaoben with horror in his eyes: "The door is locked, how did you get in?"

Meng Xiaoben sat down opposite the fat director and said with a smile, "I came in a long time ago and have been sitting here listening to you and Boss Gong discussing business."

"You, did you listen to my conversation with Boss Gong? You, did you hear that?"

Director Fat thought that Meng Xiaoben was deceiving him, so he asked tentatively.

"Of course I did. I was sitting across from you while the two of you were talking."

"I don't believe it. I didn't see anything."

(End of this chapter)