I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

Chen Ling didn't believe in reincarnation and blood awakening at all. He knew very well that he was able to get to where he is now because he has a system of repayment, otherwise he is still moving bricks in the Anyang Group and slowly implementing the plan to make one million yuan.

As for the skills and prophecies that I have experienced since I came to Africa, and the Taoist system is not a level thing.

Saidu believes that adobe architecture is a major feature of Jenet. The adobe buildings that survive in this world are basically in Jenet's area.

"Patriarch, where have you seen similar buildings? Please forgive my curiosity. This kind of adobe buildings mainly exist in Djenet and the surrounding area. It is rare in other places."

"I have a chance in the future. I will take you to see it. Except for the difference in roof material and scale, the other shapes are very similar. I even suspect that the building was built by the ancestor." Chen Ling can't say it for the time being. He wants to hang the game. Du's appetite, because now he still has to use the power of this family to deal with the leader faction and complete his revenge.

Chen Ling pushed the car door.

In the distance, a crescent moon hung on the horizon, casting a cool moonlight. It is hot here during the day, and it gets cooler after the sun goes down.

This is not the effect of moonlight, but the air here is dry, not humid, but dry.

Chen Ling felt a slight breeze, and scented into his nostrils.

A woman with a graceful posture stood beside the car, lowering her head to operate her mobile phone.

A slight sigh came from behind. Saidu got out of the car and stood behind Chen Ling.

"Elder Saidu, when are you going to do it?"

"tonight!"

"I hope you won't be soft! Lead the way ahead!"

The scale of this adobe building is small, no more than 1,000 square meters before and after. Saidu took Chen Ling around and looked around. Several rooms and a hall were very simple. There are a few electric lights hanging on the ceiling of the hall, a few carpets on the floor, and plastic cups scattered around the carpet.

"This is where we usually discuss matters. Since its completion, the only changes to this building have been to pull wires and install electric lights." Saidu introduced, "Because you are here today, we can't sit down here, so we arranged to be in the back. In the yard."

At the back of the hall, a large courtyard was enclosed with an adobe wall. There were trees in it. Rows of plastic chairs were placed on the open space. They were all filled with men and women, young and old.

There are hundreds of people, but it's quiet.

When Saidu came out of the hall, hundreds of people stood up, curiously watching Chen Ling walking behind him, and began to whisper, completely ignoring that Saidu was still wrapped in gauze on his head.

Saidu walked to the crowd and said loudly, "Good evening everyone! Mr. Chen is here!"

Hearing Saidu personally confirming that the person was the faded patriarch, there was a buzz in the crowd, and the discussion became louder.

"Be quiet, everyone!" Saidu pressed his hands down, "Everyone already knows the reason for the meeting tonight. Please listen carefully to two things."

Chen Ling carefully observed the hundreds of people in the yard. These people are the backbone of the Morris family's elders, and their performance can well reflect the life of the elders.

These people are in good posture, basically there are no skinny people, indicating that the nutrition is good; from the clothing point of view, they can be neat and not rude, at least reflecting that there are educated people.

It seems that what Saidu is talking about is the fact that the Morris family has uploaded a large amount of land because of their ancestors and managed it well, and the family members can maintain a certain standard of living.

The crowd gradually calmed down, listening to Saidou speaking.

"The first thing is to deal with the inside line of the chief faction; the second thing is to verify the patriarch's token."

As soon as Saidu's voice fell, the crowd started talking again.

"Elder, who is the inside line of the chieftain?" a sturdy middle-aged man asked.

Saidu turned around and waved in the direction of the hall, motioning for the woman who had been operating the phone to come over.

The woman did not notice Saidu's gesture. The person next to her reminded her that she put the phone in her pocket and walked towards Saidu. Faced with hundreds of people, the woman didn't feel nervous at all, and she should also face such occasions often.

"Grandpa, are you calling me?" the woman asked softly.

Saidu smiled and said, "Yes, Maya. Lend me your phone, mine is dead."

"Oh, my phone is dead, I'll find one for you..." Meiya turned to look for the phone.

Saidula stopped her: "Forget it, you don't need to look for it. Stand by my side and listen to me."

Meya nodded obediently.

"Everyone, please sit down and listen to me tell a story first." Saidu said loudly. "Everyone in this room should remember that two ferries collided that year and one ship sank. Several members of the family were on it and left since then. We. Among them is a couple who left a four-year-old child at home and became an orphan..."

"Grandpa, everyone knows my story..." Meya gently pulled the back of Lasaidu's clothes.

Saidu did not stop: "I adopted this little girl, raised her as a granddaughter, sent her to elementary school, and sent her to college in Bamako. Now, she is standing next to me." Saidhu took Meya's hand. , Let her stand side by side with herself: "Look, the little girl back then is almost as tall as me now, and my beard is already white!"

It is a well-known thing that Saidu adopted Mea. Everyone in the yard didn't know why Saidu kept the patriarch's token, but they told a story that was not a story. Only a few people combined with what Saidu said before, vaguely guessing the reason, and their eyes were uncertain.

Saidu continued: "Meya, your parents and a few relatives and friends were killed on the ferry, leaving behind poor you; but today, the tragedy almost repeats itself. Grandpa almost sent his old life there, leaving behind the poor you again. !"

"What's the matter? Grandpa, why do you say that? We were on the ferry today!"

"Child, we are on the ferry together, but not the same boat. You always think that the ferry is too slow, every time you take a speedboat to cross the river first. Maya, today you performed very well, I did not expect you to be able to perform It has to be so calm, it seems that nothing happened, Maya, can you tell me why?"

Meya looked puzzled: "Grandpa, I don't know what you are talking about. Can you make it clear?"

Saidu sighed heavily, then turned and waved to the back, calling for two gunmen.

"Control Mea." Saidu's words ignited the crowd in the entire yard.

"Is Meya an inside line? How is this possible?"

"Unbelievable! Could Elder Saidu be mistaken?"

"I don't believe that Elder Saidu treats Meya better than her own granddaughter. How could Meya be the leader?"

"But, this is what Elder Saidu himself said..."

...

Meya was grabbed by the arms of the two gunmen, dumbfounded, and did not make any resistance.

"Grandpa, this...why is this?"

"Meya, I should ask you why you are doing this!" Saidu's eyes were sharp, staring at Meya like a knife.

Saidu is as well-behaved as an old cat in front of Chen Ling, but in the eyes of others, he is an old lion.

Meya had only seen Saidu staring at others with this kind of eyes. She didn't expect that one day she would be stared at by her grandfather like this, and she suddenly lost her courage.

"Search her cell phone and read the text message!" Saidu commanded.

Meya shook her body, then stood firm again.

"Unscrupulous!" Saidu gritted his teeth, and the resentment and sadness in his heart surged up again.

She didn't have any defense against Meya, and Meya made no secret of sending and receiving text messages in front of her. When did this child become so vicious that he would blow up the self who raised her to death on the ferry?

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