Suisui at Seventy

Jiang Suisui's head flower won unanimous praise and admiration from his roommates.

Li Chunjiao couldn't help but was a little bit sour: "Isn't it just the first flower...and not much money."

Zhao Qianyun disagreed: "Is this a question of money? It's my heart! My dad always brings something to my mom when he comes back from a mission. It doesn't cost much, but my mom is very happy every time, saying that it means Seeing others outside, but thinking about it! This is much more important than money. I always talk about how vulgar money is!"

Li Chunjiao squeezed her mouth after being assaulted, and stopped talking.

Jiang Suisui pulled Zhao Qianyun and shook her head to signal her not to say anything.

Zhao Qianyun curled her lips and changed the subject: "Sui Sui, when it comes to giving gifts, I think you are more like my dad!"

Jiang Suisui laughed out loud, crying and laughing: "God, why do you still think he looks like your dad?"

She couldn't help but lift her cheeks to think like: "Is my partner so fatherly?"

Zhao Qianyun hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no! My dad is not a loving father, he is tough, and people who don't know him will think he looks fierce."

"But your partner really looks a bit like my dad, especially the eyebrows! So it always gives me the illusion that I have seen my dad when I was young. Next time you have a chance, you must meet, maybe Will feel the same as me!"

Jiang Suisui didn't take it seriously, and smiled indifferently: "Probably all the good-looking people look similar."

Zhao Qianyun thought for a while and said, "Maybe..."

·

At dinner in the evening, Jiang Suisui handed the foreign currency tip to Song Weizheng, and Song Weizheng set off to the bank on his bicycle the next day.

He found a nearby foreign exchange bank. There were not many people. He was the only one doing business at the counter.

After Song Weizheng explained his intentions, he handed the money to the counter. The staff at the counter did not even lift their eyelids.

At this time, the door of the bank was pushed open again, and several people in bank uniforms walked in, surrounded by a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

The man in the suit is obviously not ordinary, and he stands out among a group of people. After he was surrounded and walked in, Song Weizheng felt that the staff who was counting in front of him immediately sat up.

I saw the man in the suit looking around under the guidance of the staff, frowning and nodding, occasionally whispering a sentence or two, and the person next to him hunched over. Looks like this, it seems to be the leader who came to inspect.

Song Weizheng glanced at him and was no longer interested. At this time, the staff at the counter also counted the number.

For some reason, the staff member who had always been indifferent suddenly stood up and said to Song Weizheng with a particularly loud and full voice: "You have to exchange for a total of 45 meters, according to the current exchange rate, the Chinese currency is 71 yuan. Please keep it away."

Immediately, with a standard smile and a pious bow, he handed the money in his hand to Song Weizheng.

Song Weizheng raised his eyebrows lightly, without saying anything, reaching out to take it.

At this time, probably because the staff's loud voice attracted attention, the man in suit who came to inspect came pacing over, and the staff's smile suddenly became brighter.

Song Weizheng ignored this, and after taking the money, he simply counted them, and then turned and left.

The man in the suit suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Song Weizheng frowned invisibly, raised his eyelids to look at him, raised his eyebrows and motioned: "Talk to me?"

The staff on the side leaned in and said nervously: "President Lin, what instructions do you have?"

President Lin said seriously to several staff members, especially the one at the counter, "Have I ever said that? You must be careful in doing things and have an overall view. You don't just do what you come, like a wooden person who won't think!"

Immediately afterwards, he shifted his gaze to Song Weizheng, scanning up and down, his gaze with condescending arrogance was uncomfortable.

I saw President Lin clicked on the counter with his finger, his voice was undeniably majestic, and he said, "Where did the foreign currency you exchange come from?"

Song Weizheng was faintly cold between his eyebrows. He was tall and tall and taller than this President Lin, so he looked down at him unceremoniously and said, "The bank's business also includes investigating the source of income?"

President Lin felt that this young man was quite ignorant, but he smiled and said, "Of course, the bank has the responsibility to ensure that every money transaction is clean and legal."

The straightforward suspicion that had been almost clearly made Song Weizheng a little angry. He folded his hands on his chest and pierced President Lin with a sharp gaze. He said coldly: "Oh? What do you want to do now? I suspect that my money source is not clean. So is it to confiscate or arrest me on behalf of the police?"

President Lin paused slightly, and was a little uncomfortable with Song Weizheng's words and eyes. Under his majesty, most people quickly nodded and bowed to explain, this young man was simply a sting.

Fortunately, President Lin did not speak. The staff around him had already doggedly understood what he meant, and said fiercely: "Our president asks you, so you can explain it! Look at your tattered body, how do you call it? People don’t doubt? Where did your Mi Yuan come from?"

Song Weizheng lowered his eyelids and looked at his "tattered" body.

Indeed, he had just returned yesterday before he had time to clean up. This morning he took a piece of old clothes brought from the village and put on it, but it was also neat and tidy without patches.

Song Weizheng had a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't expect that the clothes would simply become tattered in the eyes of these people.

Song Weizheng said coldly: "If you want to get to the bottom of me, please call the police, otherwise, you don't have this right."

"Hey you!" The staff is also used to it, and I have never seen such a non-cooperative person. "If you don't make it clear, don't think about changing the money today!"

"Just right." Song Weizheng patted the Hua Guo currency in his hand on the counter, then raised his hand in front of the counter staff, and said, "I don't plan to change it with you."

The staff's dismissal did not get the response they should have, and suddenly became a little anxious, waved to the humanity inside: "Give him the money, we will not accept this person's business!"

The staff at the counter was already pale with panic at the moment. She originally wanted to behave in front of the inspecting leader, but she didn't know that something like this happened. She trembled and handed the rice yuan that had just been collected back to Song Weizheng.

Seeing that Song Weizheng had taken the money and prepared to leave, President Lin shook his head and sighed: "Youth, excessive arrogance is not necessary. Bank work needs to be rigorous. If you can't bear even this kind of routine inquiry, it will probably be impossible in the future. Daqi."

Song Weizheng raised his eyebrows, and said, "This President Lin, excessive arrogance is unnecessary. If such behavior is just a routine inquiry for your bank, then I believe it will go bankrupt sooner or later."

"You!" President Lin's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had been stabbed in the pain.

Song Weizheng no longer wasted time with him, and went away after collecting the money.

"President Lin...Don't be angry! It's the kid who just didn't know what is good or bad!" The staff on the side cautiously said, "By the way, President, we...we really haven't asked such a question before, but we will add it later. Is there such a rule? When you see suspicious people, you must cross-examine them carefully and do not accept money from unknown sources."

President Lin's complexion was slightly embarrassed for a moment. He coughed and said solemnly: "The regulations are no longer necessary, and don't need to be put on the bright side. But you must be serious in doing things in the future and don't make mistakes. Our performance has already been achieved. It has been declining for two consecutive years. This year, I don’t want to see such results again."

After speaking, he walked around the counter with a calm face and entered the back office.

After everyone was gone, the counter staff patted their chest and breathed a sigh of relief. She sat down with a bitter face, thinking that she was really unlucky, and she actually touched the head of the bank.

Obviously... Obviously she saw that the man just now had handsome eyes and a decent temperament. Why did the president suddenly provoked a sting?

At this moment, Lin Yuanzhi, who was also President Lin just now, was also a little upset and puzzled.

He was inspecting the continuous decline in performance. The foreign exchange bank's performance in the past two years has been very poor, and the Yue family seems unwilling to continue to provide him with support.

If he doesn't improve, he might not be the president for long.

When my heart was anxious, I happened to meet the young man just now. His eyebrows inexplicably irritated Lin Yuanzhi, and he had the previous encounter in a ghostly manner.

Lin Yuanzhi waved away everyone, leaned on the office chair alone, closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows, looking tired.

After an unknown period of time, the office door was suddenly pushed open. Lin Yuanzhi opened his eyes and was about to scold him. When he saw the person coming in, his brows were loosened, and he smiled kindly. He was completely different from before.

"Jiabao, why are you here?"

Zhao Jiabao walked into Lin Yuanzhi's office as if he had entered the house, and the orchid jade pendant on his neck swayed slightly as he walked.

He skillfully moved a chair and sat next to Lin Yuanzhi, jokingly said, "Dad, I'm here to sympathize with you."

·

After getting out of the foreign exchange bank, Song Weizheng rode a little further, found a state-owned bank to cash out the money, and then turned around and speeded up, preparing to go back before noon to have lunch with Jiang Suisui.

On the way back, we passed an unmanned alley, and the sound of bicycle tires rolling across the road was very clear.

When passing by the corner of the alley, a black shadow suddenly rushed up, Song Weizheng's eyes drenched, suddenly turned the front of the car, and directly slammed up.

The shadow was knocked to the ground and let out a painful wailing.

At the same time, four more people rushed out of the corner, and they surrounded Song Weizheng.

The comer is not good.

The knocked down shadow climbed up with difficulty, and saw a deep scar on his face, which looked fierce.

He stood up and gave a sigh: "Damn! Brat, I was just collecting money to do business, but you made me mess up, brothers, give me a fuck!"

As soon as the voice fell, the five people pulled out the wooden sticks from behind and rushed to Song Weizheng mercilessly.

"Ah--" Not far away, the girl who broke in by mistake screamed in horror, completely cutting through the tranquility of the alley.