Beijing City L Building.

This is the headquarters of the Long Shao family's business. The building looks inconspicuous from the outside. It is mixed with the surrounding office buildings, just like the style of Long Shao's family. If you can be low-key, you will be low-key, and if you can be not noticed, you will not be noticed. It is like the business of their family, with not too many assets but not too few, and it is just the middle-class ranking in the business circle of Beijing.

The sweaty young master grabbed two staff members chatting at the main entrance of the building and threw them aside, like a tiger going down the mountain, and rushed into the lobby elevator with a strong wind.

After a while in Cairo, Young Master Long found that his strength was not enough to deal with the people in Tianmen. He did not dare to go back to the hotel and fell into the trap. Anyway, he carried all the important documents with him, so he simply returned to Beijing City by plane. As soon as he got off the plane, he headed straight to Building L.

Before the security guards in the building reacted, their sweaty clothes were wrinkled. With a big bald man, Long Shao rushed into the office of the top floor of the building.

Long Zheng, who was dealing with the matter, was frightened by the Dragon Master. Seeing the Dragon Master rushing in violently, he exclaimed: "Son, what trouble did you have?"

He grabbed the big teacup on Long Zheng’s desk, and the young master Long drank the tea cleanly and threw the teacup on the carpet. He gasped and shouted, “Dad, money, give me money.”

"Oh!" Long Zheng instinctively went to take out his wallet and was about to pull out his credit card when he suddenly reacted and frowned and shouted, "What do you want to do? Didn't you call last time and say that you got into a civil servant? What do you want to do? How much do you want? How do you become a civil servant?"

Long Zheng clearly remembered that his son, who had been missing for several years, suddenly ran home, but was dressed as a standard monk. The elderly at home suddenly fell into a coma in a dozen. He didn't know what Mr. Long had done in the past few years. At that time, he was just happy that his son had gone home, and he didn't have time to ask what his son was doing. Just two days after Mr. Long went home, he ran out and didn't know what he was hanging out. After a while, he called home and said that he had passed the civil service exam, which made the elderly at home very happy for a while.

It is not surprising to be admitted to civil servants, but the surprising thing is that Long Shao can pass the civil servants.

Looking at his son's naked head and the dazzling scar on his head, Long Zheng was very suspicious that Mr. Long's phone call a while ago was always spoofing him?

Can civil servants have this kind of virtue?

Take out the wrinkled police officer's certificate from his pocket and throw it on the table. Young Master Long shouted carelessly: "Look, I am a third-level police supervisor now, but I haven't fooled you. Give me 100 million cash, I have something to do." He cursed in a gurgling manner: "What can I do when I look at the little activity funds of the unit? If you want to do some big work, you have to rely on yourself!"

Certificate of Level 3 Police Supervisor.

Long Zheng looked at the ID card for a long time, and finally came back to his senses. He stuttered: "Son, pretending to be a policeman is a violation of law. You pretend to be a third-level police supervisor... You won't use this police officer certificate to cheat, right? Our family is not short of this little money? You, you can't go to the evil path! Do you want your grandpa, grandma, grandma, grandma and the elderly at home to worry about death?"

Unlike the indifferent and ruthless Fang family, the Long family is a very united and centripetal family. Long Zheng is very glad that his father did not come to work in the building today, otherwise if he saw the police officer's certificate... Long Zheng would not dare to imagine the scene.

"Hey! Why don't you believe it?" Young Master Long was angry. He punched the desk heavily, and the fist force shook the lower half of the desk to pieces. With a loud bang, Long Zheng looked at the half-lowered desk again. If he was not wrong, if the company's purchasing staff did not fool him, Long Zheng remembered that this desk was made of good Brazilian red pine wood boards.

One punch? Just one punch!

Only then did Long Zheng formally look at his son who had been missing for several years. He noticed the faint golden light flowing under the Long Master's skin.

"Hey, this is my police number. Just call to verify it. You won't know which department to check it, right?" Long Shao pointed his finger at the ID.

Long Zheng silently took out his cell phone and entered a certain number.

That's right, the police officer's certificate is true. His son is a third-level police supervisor.

His son, who was shaved with his head and scalded with a ring scar, suddenly ran home in a monk's robe after a few years of disappearance, was indeed as he said on his last phone call: he passed the civil service exam.

Long Zheng was savoring some special tastes of these things. Businessmen like him would have some special contact with some special *** or heard about the things inside. No matter what, this is his only son and the object of his spoiling since childhood. Long seemed to have been hypnotized, put his wallet back, took out a check book, and wrote a promissory note for Long Shao with a denomination of 100 million yuan.

The checks were all written, and looking at the number on the check book, Long Zhengcai suddenly woke up. He shouted in horror: "Son, why do you want so much money?" 100 million cash. Although the Long family's business is big, there is not much cash. 100 million cash is a big number.

After snatching the check with brute force, Young Master Long turned around and left. While walking quickly, Young Master Long grinned and grinned, "What are you doing? Go to the Black Market in the Middle East to buy arms! Damn, I don't believe it. I'll get an old suitcase nuclear bomb and throw it into the King's Valley, so I can't kill those ***smuggle. Damn, it's a credit. I'll shoot all the senior executives of Feitianmen with one shot. This is a credit!"

Long Zheng, who had just stood up and wanted to catch up with Mr. Long, asked a few questions, felt his legs weak and fell to the ground.

A suitcase nuclear bomb? Throw it to the Valley of the Emperor?

Long Zheng's eyes were getting dark. He grabbed his cell phone in a hurry, but for a moment he didn't know who to ask for help.

Call 110 to call the police? This is simply ridiculous.

In the Forbidden City, this palace complex that only opens a very small part of the space for tourists, many places are deserted and withered like haunted houses. However, in a corner of the Forbidden City, several palaces are cleanly maintained and large areas of Bodhi trees are planted. The fragrance fog floats among the trees, and the sound of Sanskrit singing comes from time to time. Occasionally, monks in gray robes can be seen flashing by. This is the Dawei Zen Temple.

The spies from Fengmen searched for famous mountains and rivers in the world, but they never dreamed that the Dawei Zen Temple was in the Forbidden City.

In fact, this is not correct, because the Great Martial Zen Temple in the Forbidden City is just a formality. The monks of the Zen Temple travel around the world, and the place they are in is the Zen Temple. This one in the Forbidden City is just a place for some people to have a place to pass messages, and at the same time, the Zen Temple disciples who are traveling around occasionally have a place to gather.

A monk weighing at least 400 kilograms, with white and delicate skin all over his body, and a fat head and big ears that are nine points similar to the statue of Maitreya Buddha, was sitting in the hall of the Zen temple, silently reciting scriptures. He was holding a tin staff beside him, and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand were full of red and cute. His fingers moved the Buddhist beads, and the Buddhist beads collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

A little novice monk who was only five or six years old was sitting next to the monk, yawning in broad daylight, knocking on the wooden fish in front of him one after another.

Young Master Long walked into the hall with his arms crossed and reached out to grab the demon-subduing pestle beside the monk.

The monk pressed one hand on the demon-subduing pestle. When his hand moved, the white and tender flesh all over his body was undulating like water waves, making a "pa" sound of flesh and flesh colliding with each other. The monk opened his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "Nephew Weide, what are you doing with my tin staff?"

"Hehe, hehe!" Young Master Long laughed dryly, grabbed his forehead and said with a smile: "Borrow it for a few days."

"You have murderous aura in your heart." The great monk said calmly: "This Bodhi stick was made by the Buddha on the Bodhi branches that he leaned on when he realized the truth. It was infused with Buddhist Zen skills from countless monks and masters. It is the most treasure of my Buddhist teachings and never gets bloody. I can't give it to you."

"I have murderous aura in my heart?" Long Shao said in surprise: "How did you know? Strange, could you be the roundworm in my stomach?"

He squatted down and patted the monk's shoulder hard. The monk's body was filled with waves of flesh. The young master Long smiled and said, "Uncle Master, I borrowed this tin stick to subdue demons!"

"Subduing the Demon?" The monk turned his head and looked at Long Shao with difficulty, and said lightly: "Where is the Demon?"

"Digging the ancestral tombs of others in the Valley of the Egyptian Emperor." Long Shao changed the matter and said it after changing it. He did not mention Fang Wen's affairs. He finally summarized it: "They first stole the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, and now they went to Egypt to dig the tombs of Pharaoh. Tsk, there must be a conspiracy in this! I want to teach them a lesson, but why are you not doing anything in your hands?"

The monk drooped his eyes. After a long time, he slowly let go of his hands and said, "Subduing demons is also the duty of my Buddhism. Be careful." He hung the Buddhist beads in his hand on Long Shao's belt: "Recite scriptures more in his spare time. Those who subdued demons should not let the demons control themselves, that is a joke."

The Dragon Master laughed a few times, grabbed the Bodhi Staff, which was half a long rice and a punch, and was green and clear as glass, and turned around and took off. After a few steps, he disappeared.

The monk folded his hands together and worshiped devoutly at the Buddha statue in front of him. His lips moved slightly. There was only a monotonous sound of wooden fish in the hall, but a wisp of Sanskrit singing rang out in the sky outside the hall. The first chapter of the human journey, goodbye,
Chapter completed!