Meng Baifeng finally knew that he actually did not lose when he competed for Manya.

Manya never loved that traitor!

Everything is to find Zhang Xun's lost wealth.

But, how many years has it been since Zhang Xun died?

Manya has still been faithfully performing this task.

Loyal or stupid?

Even if she finds this wealth, who can she give it to?

For this, she devoted her whole life.

"I have been secretly investigating Li Mingda. My judgment is correct. He is the descendant of a close confidant named Li."

Perhaps she was excited, or perhaps she was having a flashback, but Manya's originally pale face actually turned red: "The braided handsome man's wealth is also in his hands, but I can't ask directly.

Later, I discovered that he had a notebook that he kept very well and never showed it to anyone. I suspected that the secret was in this notebook.

From then on, his whole person changed. He always beat and scolded me. I have been silently enduring it for my mission.

This time, after he arrived in Shanghai, I finally had a chance. I searched everywhere at home, and finally I found this notebook with a lot of strange things written in it. I wanted to find the secret of Zhu Shuai's wealth, but

My body won’t allow it.”

She looked at Meng Baifeng: "Dushan, come here."

Meng Baifeng walked over.

Manya whispered to Meng Baifeng for a while: "Remember, the notebook is hidden here. Find it, find it, and fulfill my last wish. The handsome braid is no longer here. I just want to complete the task. This wealth,

It's all yours. When I repay the guilt I've felt towards you for so many years, by crossing the mountain, I've failed you."

Meng Baifeng's mouth trembled slightly.

Manya's eyes gradually became distracted, and she murmured: "If there is another life..."

…

Maybe I can see Manya again in my next life.

When Meng Shaoyuan saw Lao Tzu again, he found that his face was gloomy.

"Manya is gone."

Meng Baifeng told his son everything that had happened before, without concealing anything.

It could be seen that he was really sad this time.

He doesn't care about wealth at all, the only thing he cares about is Manya.

He took out a notebook and threw it in front of his son: "I found this after Manya told me. Take a look at what's in it. If you can really find any clues to the rich man's wealth, this batch of

The things are yours."

In fact, it goes without saying that he knew that if he really found the so-called braided wealth, would he return it to others based on his son's character?

joke.

"Dad, don't be too sad." Meng Shaoyuan put away his notebook: "You are so sad because you didn't get Manya."

"What did you say?" Meng Baifeng glared.

"I said, if you had got Manya, you wouldn't be so sad today." Meng Shaoyuan said seriously: "Whatever you can't get is good. This rule applies to both men and women."

"You little bastard."

Meng Baifeng wanted to scold him, but he didn't.

When you think about your son, it seems that this is not the case!

…

It doesn't get any simpler than this.

It only took Meng Shaoyuan more than ten minutes to find the secret hidden in the notebook.

He found paper and pen, wrote something on it, and then called Li Zhifeng in: "Go to Citibank. Here is the account and password. Take out all the money in it."

"Yes." Li Zhifeng took the note: "Do you need to take a bag with you?"

The task assigned to him personally by the commander, and personally performed by himself as the captain of the guard, is estimated to cost a large amount of money.

"What bag should I bring?" Meng Shaoyuan looked at his notebook and said, "Just go. By the way, after the money is taken out, no matter how much it is, it will be yours."

Braided handsome wealth!

It’s worth a full ten million taels of silver!

This is definitely an astronomical sum of money.

But, Meng Shaoyuan gave it away without blinking?

Li Zhifeng didn't ask any more questions.

Meng Shaoyuan has been looking through this notebook.

In addition to leaving the wealth code, most of the records recorded above are Li Mingda's daily essays, and also recorded many secrets of his colleagues, or more accurately called "interesting things."

For example, when he was working in Wuhan, there was a colleague who always liked to take advantage of the food brought by his colleagues. He also liked to eat some of the food brought by his colleagues while others were not paying attention.

As a result, the colleague couldn't bear it anymore and secretly added some croton to his food. The man ate it and stayed in the hut all day.

There is also a person in charge of Wuhan's finance, named Ma Fudou. He usually pays attention to style and smokes all foreign cigarettes, but he never shares them with others.

Every day at noon, he would go to the door of the Finance Institute to smoke, smoking only half of the smoke and throwing it away.

The reason why Li Mingda recorded this incident was because one time, he still smoked a cigarette at the door of the bank. After throwing it away, a beggar came to pick it up and smoked it. As a result, he yelled at him and picked up the cigarette.

Li Mingda happened to see it and laughed at him at that time. This man was so stingy that he refused to give the beggar any cigarettes he didn't want to smoke.

"Qi Xuezhen."

"arrive!"

As soon as Qi Xuezhen came in, Meng Shaoyuan immediately asked: "Is there anyone named Ma Fud in our Ministry of Finance?"

"Wait a minute, I'll check it out."

Not long after, Qi Xuezhen came back: "Yes, there is a man named Ma Fudou. He used to work in the Wuhan Finance Institute, and then went to Nanjing. After Nanjing fell, he went to Chongqing and now works in the Ministry of Finance."

"Immediately order our people in Chongqing to monitor this Mafud." Meng Shaoyuan said: "He goes out to smoke at noon every day, and try to find ways to find the cigarette butts he throws away."

"Yes!" Qi Xuezhen responded: "Is there something wrong with this person?"

"There must be something wrong." Meng Shaoyuan smiled faintly: "The information he passed was in the cigarette he threw away. Good guy, from Wuhan to Nanjing and then to Chongqing, how many years has this guy been lurking?

He has never had any trouble using this method of transmitting information. This is how people's habitual thinking works. Once something is done smoothly, there is no need to change to another method."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the notebook: "Don't mention it, this thing is really useful. Li Mingda has the habit of keeping a diary, which is good. In his opinion, trivial things can help us solve a few cases.

"

"Report"

Li Zhifeng walked in: "I got the money."

"How many? Is it five hundred?"

"More than a thousand."

one thousand!

The so-called braided handsome wealth is ten million taels of silver, but he only has one thousand taels in the bank!

However, Li Mingda also took great pains to record it in the diary in the form of a password.

"More than I thought."

"What's more than you thought?"
Chapter completed!