C170 I Promise I will Get It Back for You

After listening to Wang Jianguo's extravagant narration, Fan Wenbin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared at the other party. He thought to himself, seeing how Old Wang spoke until his mouth was parched and his eyes were emitting green light, could it be that the disc is really a priceless treasure?

Da An is the ancient Silk Road. A major town passed by on the north line. This point was clearly recorded in the Da An County Register. It was precisely because of this that he did not hesitate to go against Pang Chengchuan under Yao Guanqun's suggestion. He decided to invest large amounts of money in building an Ancient Silk Road cultural resort in his hometown and develop the cultural brand value contained within at a deeper level.

On both sides of the Yellow River, in the past, there were villagers who had found some cultural relics such as porcelain jars when they were farming or renovating houses. However, they were not worth much. Just like what Wang Jianguo said about the disc, It was said that it had aroused Fan Wenbin's great interest.

However, he buried this strong interest deep in his heart. On the surface, it was still calm and collected, and he listened very seriously and patiently to Wang Jianguo's narration.

After a moment, he deliberately said disdainfully, "Old Wang, don't make a fuss just because you see the rain. Isn't it just a plate? It might be a cultural relic or not. What's there to be nervous about?

When he said this, he was also in deep thought. That farmer called Wan Laifu. . . Did he really throw the plate into the garbage dump, or did he deliberately release a smoke bomb because he was afraid that others would find out and harm himself?

"Director Fan, many people at the construction site saw the plate. Even Director Ning saw it. It was absolutely true. If I lie, "Wang Jianguo did not know what to say for a moment. After a while, he said seriously," If I lie, I will die a horrible death. God will grab my head and use it as a urine can.

Seeing that Fan Wenbin did not believe what he said, Wang Jianguo actually became anxious. With a solemn expression, he said anxiously," That kid surnamed Wan, I am 100% sure that he hid that disk. "

In the garbage pool at the village entrance, he endured the cold wind and searched very patiently and seriously several times. He found many broken dishes and even a few dirty women's underwear, but he did not find that disk.

This made Wang Jianguo disappointed, and he could not help but doubt Wan Laifu. He secretly thought that he did not tell him the truth and secretly hid the treasure. With this thought, he couldn't help but feel resentment towards Wan Laifu.

Seeing that you are so poor that you can't even put on your pants, I kindly called you to the construction site so that your child can earn some money to buy rice and noodles. Yet, your child hid the treasure and even lied to me. Watch how I deal with a pitiful coward like you.

"It's not that I don't believe you, Old Wang. " After a while, Fan Wenbin smiled and comforted him. Then, he said unhurriedly, "What I mean is. . . Is that plate a relic or not? Is it worth it?

This question hit the nail on the head. It was indeed difficult for Wang Jianguo. He had seen the plate with his own eyes. That was true. But whether it was a cultural relic or not, was it worth anything? Or, how much was it worth? He had no idea.

After a moment, he stared at Fan Wenbin in a daze, and only then did he smile in a very embarrassed manner. With a little guilty conscience, he mumbled softly, "I heard from others that the things unearthed are all cultural relics, and are worth quite a lot of money. The longer the era, the more valuable they are.

After saying this, a very strong sense of regret immediately surged in his heart. If this disc was really not some cultural artifact treasure, but a broken plate used by a woman to pee, What would happen then? Fan Wenbin did not scold him hatefully, and it was a small matter. It would be strange if he did not fire him.

When he thought of this, Wang Jianguo was actually nervous. He stood up and said incoherently, "Director Fan, I am not sure whether it is a treasure or not. " He hurriedly ran out of the office, and Fan Wenbin's mocking laughter sounded behind him.

However, at the moment when the laughter ended, Fan Wenbin had already made up his mind. Regardless of which disc was a priceless cultural relic, he had to get it back. He could not let it fall into the hands of that farmer called Wan Laifu.

Next, he seriously thought about how to get that disk back from Wan Laifu's hands. He directly paid for it, but if it was a worthless broken disk, wouldn't it make people laugh their heads off?

He couldn't stand up for this matter, nor could Ning Peng show up. Taking a step back, if it really was a priceless cultural relic, it would not be good to let Ning Peng know. As an old classmate, he still did not know what kind of person Ning Peng was.

After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly thought of the best candidate. It was that gambling addict, Old Bighead. That day, on the way to the Fan Family, he saw Old Bighead and a bunch of old men and women wreaking havoc on the bridge with the city enforcement officers. In the end, they were handcuffed and taken away by the police. He wondered if they had been released.

Thus, after making up his mind, he gave Hu Si a call and chatted with him for a while. Then, he very naturally talked about Old Bighead and asked Hu Si if he had seen Old Bighead in the past few days.

Hu Si replied with a smile. Old Bighead had come out of the detention center. During the day and night, he wandered around Mei Beach and a few villages. He either stole the chickens from this family or the dogs from that family. He had caused everyone to hate him greatly.

Hearing Hu Si's words, Fan Wenbin revealed a trace of a disdainful sneer, and he became even more confident in his heart. It seemed that it was right to ask Old Ping to do this matter. Then, he asked for Old Ping Tou's phone number, and asked Hu Si to tell him.

Seeing Fan Wenbin want Old Flat Head's phone number, after Hu Si said the phone number, he curiously asked, Old Fan, why are you looking for Old Flat Head? Do you want to give him a sum of money? When he said this, he even loudly laughed.

It was nothing much, he just casually asked. Fan Wenbin laughed, casually said a sentence, and hung up the phone. At least give some money, and let a person like Old Bitch find Wan Laifu and ask for that disk. Whether he succeeded or not, Fan Wenbin secretly thought that it was a very brilliant method.

Therefore, he called Old Gang Tou as a fellow student from his hometown. He asked him to have lunch in a very remote restaurant. Old Bald Head was so shocked that he did not know what to say. He just kept saying "Mmm, mm," on the phone.

Before he hung up the phone, Fan Wenbin was worried and reminded him again, "Don't tell anyone. You can come alone. " Seeing that Old Bighead agreed very readily, he hung up the phone and let out a long sigh.

After the incident, when the police investigated the whole story, Fan Wenbin was very satisfied with his move. Fortunately, it was Old Fart. If it had been anyone else, he would have been doomed to lose his reputation. Because, under the strict interrogation by the police, Old Flat Head did not betray Fan Wenbin, but took all the responsibility by himself.

At noon, in the remote and quiet restaurant far away from the city, Fan Wenbin saw Old Flat Head. After the two of them exchanged a few simple greetings, they started to eat meat and drink.

This small restaurant was opened by the husband and wife. Because the business was very light, they did not hire any waiters, as they were afraid that they could not afford the expenses. Although it was lunch time, there were very few customers. They were in twos and threes.

When there were only the two of them left in the restaurant, Fan Wenbin quietly told Lao Ping that there was a young man called Wan Laifu living in East Beach Village. When he was working at the construction site, he stole a round disc and hid it in his own house.

That round disc was black and slippery. It was not worth much money, but it was taken away by the Coiling Dragon Temple's Old Monk Kong. To him, it was very important. It could protect everything and also protect him from making a fortune.

Finally, he toasted Old Bighead with a large cup of wine. With a very fervent gaze, he stared at Old Bighead and said very enthusiastically, "Old classmate, can you help me get it back? When the time comes, I won't treat you unfairly. "

As he spoke, he handed over the one thousand yuan and said, "This is a small matter. When you want that disk, I'll give you another one thousand yuan as a labor fee. The market economy is about benefits.

When Old Bighead saw the one thousand yuan, his eyes immediately glowed green. He hurriedly held the money in his hand and said straightforwardly, "I thought it was something big, but it turns out to be such a small matter. "

After swallowing a large piece of fat, he said very intimately, "Lao Fan, why are you two following each other? The brother who grew up naked together. I know your length, and you also know my depth. Your matters are my matters.

Then, he drank another cup of wine. His eyes were red as he patted his chest and said very straightforwardly and generously," Wan Laifu, Dong Tan Village's disc, I'll remember it. In a few days, I promise I will get it back for you Old Fan. "

Thus, after eating a plate of meat, After drinking two catties of white wine, the matter was settled. Looking at the figure of the flat-headed old man walking away, Fan Wenbin secretly thought very complacently, 'With money, ghosts can climb trees. ' What he said was not false at all. In today's society, there's money. There's nothing we can't do.

In the afternoon, Xu Chang Qin walked into the office with a frown on his face, saying that Wu Zhenshan and the other tax officers had left, and that he had even taken the fake account book. Before he left, he also said, Wait and see.

During the past few days of checking the accounts, every time Wu Zhenshan saw Fan Wenbin, he would put on a solemn and serious expression, which made Fan Wenbin feel a chill run down his spine. He did not want to pay any attention to him, but only asked the chief accountant of the company, Xu Chang Qin, to accompany him throughout the whole process.

There were a few times when he specifically suggested inviting these tax officers out for a meal, but he was also politely rejected by Wu Zhenshan in front of his face. He even said in all seriousness that they had very strict rules, and that they could not casually accept a company's invitation.

This kind of strict and reasonable words, Fan Wenbin, who spoke, immediately said it. He did not know what to say. With a face full of disappointment, he could only bitterly smile and bitterly say a few words. "I understand, I understand. " He then turned around and left. He also didn't like it for the whole afternoon.

Good you, Wu Zhenshan. After so many years, you still remember my revenge. Fan Wenbin shook his head and thought to himself, That time when I bought the building, I didn't give him a discount. I didn't let him get any discount either. I actually remembered such a big thing for such a long time. Even now, he still remembered it.

Sigh, who asked me to hold onto my weakness tightly in his hands. If I say a thousand, ten thousand, and ten thousand, if I didn't make a false account, who would be afraid of who? If you didn't do anything guilty, you wouldn't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door. Now, the evidence had fallen into someone else's hands, so he could only lower his head and be bullied as a grandson.

At this moment, seeing the worried look on the chairman's face, Xu Chang Qin said worriedly, "Director Fan, I'm afraid the tax bureau won't have a good time. You have to quickly think of a way. The company can't collapse because of this.

As the chief accountant of Hucheng Group, Xu Chang Qin knew the company's situation very well. In the past few years, although the housing price had been rising like a rocket, in the eyes of outsiders, Hucheng Group had made a lot of money, and was extremely wealthy.

But in reality, the company had been in a state of loss. Other than paying the huge interest caused by the loan, other expenses, such as the salary of staff members, tax, and so on, were also a huge expense.

Among them, just the advertising fee alone was worth a few million a year. At the same time, in order to promote the image of the Hua Cheng Group, they would frequently organize large-scale charity activities, such as inviting celebrities from the country to attend concerts in Da'an, or buying teaching equipment for a few schools, etc.

Of course, other than the huge expenses that could be seen, there were also some invisible expenses. As an accountant, Xu Chang Qin knew very well, but he did not dare to say it out loud. He could only bury it deep in his heart and not tell anyone about it.

Due to her duty as an accountant and her concern for the company, she had told the chairman about these things. However, Fan Wenbin had only listened to her and did not take it to heart. He still spent a lot of money, so Xu Chang Qin could only silently sigh in his heart.

Back then, when Fan Wenbin and Pang Chengchuan had an internal conflict, she had also looked on coldly from the sidelines. To be honest, Xu Chang Qin very much agreed with Pang Chengchuan's suggestion. According to the company's current financial resources, it was very difficult for them to have the money to invest in building a cultural resort that cost a lot of money. However, they were humble and did not dare to say it out loud.

Now, according to Fan Wenbin's request, in order to get the investment from the Poplar Foundation, he had worked overtime to create a fake account. However, in the end, the matter had not been completed, and instead, it had been reported. It had attracted the inspectors of the tax bureau, which made Xu Chang Qin feel very awkward, and he had nowhere to vent his anger.

"Ignore him. " After a moment, Fan Wenbin waved his hand and said coldly, "Little Xu, you just do your job well. Don't worry about the rest of the things. " Then he said heroically, "If the sky doesn't collapse, it means it will collapse. With me, Fan Wenbin, supporting it, what is there to be afraid of?"

Seeing that the matter was about to come to an end, his eyebrows furrowed. Fan Wenbin still had an indifferent look on his face. While Xu Chang Qin was secretly worried, he also grew courage. With such a chairman, what do I have to worry about?

Not long after Xu Chang Qin left, Zhao Yu walked in with a smile on his face and said, "Director Fan, there is a man who claims to be your old friend. He has come to see you from Shenzhen. He's also a foreigner.

Just as Fan Wenbin was in a daze, along with a burst of hearty and familiar laughter, a very robust man walked in with large strides. Behind him, followed by a very tall foreigner.

"Director Fan, it's been so many years since we last met. Have you forgotten about your elder brother?" The man stood in the middle of the office, staring at Fan Wenbin. He said seriously with a smile, "Look carefully, who am I?" After he finished speaking, he burst into laughter again.

"So it's Chen Zhijie, Brother Chen. " After a short while, Fan Wenbin recognized the person who had come. He was actually very excited. He tightly held Chen Zhijie's hand and repeatedly said, "Big Brother Chen, which wind blew you here to me?"

This Chen Zhijie was the boss of the "Phantom" high-tech company that Fan Wenbin resigned from his official position and went down south to Shenzhen more than 20 years ago. It had been many years since they last met. Usually, they would just use the phone to contact each other.

These few years, to be honest, the two of them worked very happily. Chen Zhijie had indeed helped Fan Wenbin a lot, making him very grateful. He had always used the word "big brother" as a very touching word to call each other.

"What style? It's not the Northwestern North Wind, it's the Southeastern East Wind. " Chen Zhijie laughed and said, "A very large southeast wind blew me from Shenzhen to the northwest, to the Yellow River, to Daan County, and saw my good brother, Fan Wenbin. "