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"Southern Buddha" still has a peaceful and grand scene. A nationally wanted criminal was taken away by the police without causing any disturbance.

For a grand event attended by tens of thousands of people, it is normal to have one or two wanted criminals. If the police are willing, they can find more criminals by setting a threshold.

After all, criminals can be superstitious and give incense to Buddha!

However, due to the number of people attending the ceremony and the conditions at the scene, there was no proposal to set up checkpoints at all, which caused far more chaos than catching a few criminals.

Sunset.

The crowd was still bustling, and celebrities from all walks of life were leaving by boat one after another, but devout Buddhists and believers from neighboring villages stayed overnight on the spot with a blanket.

The people at Po Lin Monastery not only did not drive people away to worship, but also gave them blankets, boiling water, and bright lamps. The lights lit up the entire island, making it look like a dreamland.

The numerous quiet rooms on the mountain are used by respectful guests, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims.

In the cool night, Master Shengyi, Master Miaocanshang, Master Chuhui and other eminent monks led their disciples to visit the pilgrims in the mountains.

In the early morning, Master Shengyi went to the door of the quiet room alone, bowed and saluted, and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, donor Zhang, is there anything you need to buy tonight?"

Zhang Guobin planned to stay in the Zen Temple for a week to avoid the cleanliness, and Shen Xin's departure also made him sad and complicated.

Hearing Master Shengyi's voice, he looked at me and opened the door, raised his tea cup and said, "Master, if you have some free time, can we have a drink together."

"Thank you, donor Zhang, for the invitation." Master Shengyi gave a long salute, picked up his cassock and retreated into the quiet room, where he found a futon to sit on.

"It must be very hard for Master to work hard all day." Wen Qiren offered a cup of tea.

Sheng Yi showed a happy smile: "It is our great fortune to carry forward Buddhism and save all sentient beings."

"Master Shen, did you not think about saving Boss Shen?" Wen Qiren asked with a smile: "After all, Boss Shen spent a lot of money for Buddha. Without Boss Shen, there would be no southern Buddhist country."

Master Shengyi said: "The Buddha has crossed over."

Ask questions about good and evil, ask questions in vain, accept offerings from living beings, let Ye Zhu practice whatever he wants, cast a golden body of Buddha, and serve as a ferry for Buddha.

Brother Bing got what he got, and the Buddha got what the Buddha wanted to get. There is one less Buddha in Xiangjiang, and there is one more person with the surname Shen in the world.

Who said the Buddha has not yet crossed over?

"How dare the Buddha say that we have crossed over!" Ye Zhuju sighed deeply, then turned around and smiled: "Ah Hao, luckily we need to cross over."

Ahao leaned against the wall and smiled thoughtfully.

Master Shengyi was a little angry and stood up to salute in a very humiliating way: "You are the one who makes the journey, Zhang Sheng has profound Buddha nature."

That.

Po Lin Monastery collected 218 million Hong Kong dollars for incense, the Buddha statue made headlines in newspapers, and the incense was flourishing among the pilgrims.

One week.

Peninsula Hotel, teahouse.

Ye Zhuju sat on a chair, drank coffee, and asked: "Lao Liu, how do you characterize Boss Shen's matter?"

Zhang Guobin, wearing a suit, exclaimed: "We have sued everything that needs to be sued. The indictment does not have more than a thousand pages. It is divided into eight books, each with its own chapter."

"It's time for target practice." Wen Qiren sighed heavily.

Zhang Guobin shook his head: "The judiciary sent the best defense. There is no chance to fight the expiration date, but the right is over."

"Ye Zhu is not a citizen yet, just wait for the transformation."

Wen Qiren nodded, picked up a piece of biscuit, and suddenly smiled: "Ye Zhu fled to Hong Kong Island, so we can catch up with him."

"Just think about it, it's been a long time since I had tea with Peninsula."

"Hahaha."

Zhang Guobin smiled slowly and said with his fingers: "Yeah, yeah."

"Don't you have shares in the Peninsula Hotel? It's not that difficult if you don't have the intention to drive the Peninsula to Shenzhen."

Ye Zhuju felt it was unreasonable and nodded: "A hotel is easy to build, but a confidant is hard to find."

"never mind!"

Ye Zhuju waved her hand and said: "To put it bluntly, there is no oil company in the mainland, so I plan to continue to cooperate with them in the red oil business."

"How about doing it all the way to April 1st?"

After the British government withdrew in 1941, if the Hong Kong government could enjoy the preferential treatment on red oil, it would naturally lose profits.

A business that started in April 1st, and now it can continue to be successful in April 1st, means that it can make the most money.

Wen Qiren's eyes lit up and he raised his coffee cup: "Thank you, Mr. Liu!"

Ye Zhuju said implicitly: "Thank you, that unlicensed oil company got the instructions."

"We should continue to do business that benefits the country and the people... but also show our sincerity to the price, including my apology for this time."

If the red oil business can continue, the society's funds will soon be sufficient. Sure enough, the world needs a turn.

Moreover, it is also possible to hide the head and reveal the tail and make it a secret. Just guard against the Xiangjiang Customs.

It just so happens that the Assistant Commissioner of Customs, the lowest-ranking officer in China, comes to his home to give gifts during Chinese New Years. Ah, you are so satisfied...

Wen Qiren smiled and took a sip of coffee, and smiled heartily: "I'm still drinking coffee with Mr. Liu and I'm depressed."

evening.

A Mercedes-Benz motorcade left the Peninsula Hotel and was on its way back to the Bank Building, but suddenly stopped at the bank building on Financial Street.

"Wait a minute."

Wen Qiren got out of the car, put his suit in order, and turned around to say, "Let's talk about something. If nothing happens, we'll call you again."

"!"

"Zhang Sheng!"

The bodyguards were in disarray and yelled out of lack of training.

The shooting boy also put a communicator on the boss's belt and hung it up, and then handed him a rough headset.

That's not a general precaution, it's a basic measure that the boss will definitely take if he leaves the sight of the bodyguards.

Wen Qiren did the same thing. He put on the headset skillfully and walked out of the bank building alone. He went to the elevator and pressed the 80th floor button. He took the elevator and then walked around the stairwell.

Da da da.

Run level by level.

The target boy put his hands on his abdomen and stood beside the car with his brothers, his eyes alert and scanning the road.

Wen Qiren ran to the top floor, pushed open the stage door an inch, and said, "We have nothing to discuss."

"receive."

"receive."

Brother returns.

Then he turned off the communicator, took off the headset, stuffed it out of his pocket, retreated into the hall and shouted to the shadow behind: "Aren!"

Liu Wenyan was wearing a suit, with a windbreaker hanging on his arm, hiding one hand, and stood on the platform to look at the scenery.

"Ye Zhu."

Hearing the sound, he turned his head.

Wen Qiren's hair was blown up by the wind as soon as he got there. He held back his hands and crossed his chest, rubbed his shoulders, and complained with a smile: "Who the hell said the police returned the station?"

"No one must have a winter terrace!"

When the hands are folded across the chest and rubbing the shoulders, the hem of the suit will be lifted slightly to expose the shirt belt.

Ye Zhuju saw that there was nothing on the man's waist, and her heart tightened. There was a change in her eyes, and she smiled slightly: "Grace is more important than temperature..." "Why did you choose that place? Let's go back and have hot pot together."

Wen Qiren suggested.

"OK."

"Shen Xin."

Liu Wenyan nodded.

Wen Qiren took out a card from his trousers pocket, put it in his palm and handed it over slightly: "Here it is."

"what?"

Liu Wenyan looked confused, took the card, picked it up and said: "Warning, my birthday is not here yet, I remembered the wrong birthday."

"Heart tires!"

Wen Qiren pushed his shoulder: "Smelly boy, the child is one month old!"

"A recharge card for a maternal and child store. I'm afraid of being troubled by the internal investigation department, but I still treat my son as a deity..."

Liu Wenyan was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that it was really a membership card for a maternal and infant store, he felt no sadness in his heart, but he shouted in surprise: "Forget it!"

"Being a son, Master Qi?"
To be continued...