Yin and Yang mediator

Li Fangfang's voice is not loud, but the errands are all successful in cultivation, this distance is nothing at all.

They didn't want to go up to Li Fangfang to make the donation at this time, so they could only look at her with blazing eyes, and secretly decided that if she really donated the production line, they would definitely give special care to her family member Li Haichun—let him die early and be born early.

No, it's tortured smoothly, no more waiting, no congestion!

A ghost sat around four people, and no one seemed to feel scared.

As a third party to mediate, Lu Ci explained their dispute in detail first, and asked Li Haichun and Sheng Cuifang, "I got to know Li Fangfang and Li Liqin's opinions during the day, can you explain the situation?"

The old couple have taken care of their son a lot these years, not because of patriarchy or anything.But between the two children, it is obvious that Li Liqin is even more useless.In a family with many children, it is a basic operation for parents to let their promising children take care of the unpromising ones.

Sheng Cuifang leaned towards her son in her heart, and said first, "The house must be reserved for Li..."

"Old woman, don't talk nonsense!" Li Haichun, as an experienced ghost who has been in Tongue Pulling Hell for several days, knows that talking nonsense will pay a painful price, so he said matter-of-factly, "The house in Shanbai Manor belongs to us. Son-in-law Gao Peng paid for it..."

In order to be a retired professor, Li Haichun did not fail to practice calligraphy and reading at ordinary times, and the way he spoke could bluff people. He was more organized than Li Fangfang, and he even remembered the specific amount very clearly.

When Li Liqin heard this, he immediately became anxious: "You only have one son, and my brother-in-law's family is so rich, who else do you want to leave the house to?"

Sheng Cuifang also said: "Yes, old man, Fangfang's family is not short of this money."

Lu Ci interjected: "Children have the same inheritance rights."

Li Fangfang was not in a hurry at this time, and sneered: "Did our family's money fall from the sky? Ask your dear son, where did so much money go all these years?"

Li Haichun obviously had a problem with his son in this regard, so he scolded him.

Sheng Cuifang couldn't hear her son being scolded: "You old man, you only care about yourself. Liqin wants to talk about friends, can't he spend money?"

"He talks about friends, has his girlfriend brought one back?" Li Haichun was furious.As smooth as the elder daughter's marriage is, the younger son's journey in this regard is as bumpy as it is.For Li Liqin's marriage, he did not know how many people he entrusted to introduce him.

At the beginning, he certainly felt that his son was so good, and the 1 girls he introduced were not worthy of him.

Later he also recognized it clearly.His son's work is very average, his living ability is not good enough, and his appearance is not very good. He only needs to find a daughter-in-law who is honest with the family.However, his son chooses left and right, and he insists on looking for a young, beautiful, sweet-mouthed, highly educated and well-educated job.He looked at his son and didn't say it clearly. He was dead until now, and he couldn't bear it at all: "You think I don't know that you reward those female anchors? My old man knows about beauty cameras. Why are you pretending to be talking about it?" What about the rich second generation? Look at yourself, do you look like a prince in a dragon robe?"

When Li Fangfang heard it, her first reaction was: "It's a good thing you didn't go to gamble. No, I mean no wonder you keep asking your brother-in-law to borrow a car! Don't use your brain, the girl who likes your money can live with you person?"

Li Liqin dismissed it: "Then you found your brother-in-law because of his money? Didn't your brother-in-law find you because you were young and beautiful?"

Probably because it is freed from the constraints of the body, the soul's reaction is more direct.Li Fangfang, who looked at the petite lady, stood up and threw Li Liqin, a middle-aged man who was not thin, to the ground: "I can't spit ivory out of a dog's mouth. I just beat you less when I was young!"

Li Liqin's soul was directly thrown into a ramen.

Lu Ci symbolically stopped him: "Oh, don't break up the soul." Maybe he would break the ramen into small glutinous rice balls.

Xiao Lu's eyes were bright, full of eagerness, and he moved his hands, but still maintained the seriousness of a civil servant: "Since the facts are clear, the right to dispose of the house in Shanbai Manor belongs to Ms. Li Fangfang. Ms. Sheng Cuifang is jointly supported by Ms. Li Fangfang and Mr. Li Liqin. You Do you have any objections?"

Li Liqin's soul hadn't recovered from the ramen, and he recalled the fear of being dominated by his sister who was six years older, so he honestly lay paralyzed and dared not speak.

Sheng Cuifang still wanted to fight for her son, but Li Haichun pulled her tight.She has no opinions all her life, and she always listens to Li Haichun.

Seeing that they had reached an agreement, Lu Ci took out a piece of paper, wrote down the content of the negotiation, and asked the four people to sign and sign together to complete the mediation: "Okay, then the problem will be solved. If there is any problem in the future , you can come to me again."

Xie Yibing, who was not at ease with his little deer, who had been observing secretly, became numb after seeing Lu Ci's various proficient operations.

Lu Ci can issue booth certificates to ghosts, and of course he can also make ghosts and living souls sign soul contracts.

What's wrong with this?No problem at all.

After Lu Ci finished his work, he returned Li Haichun's ghost to the ghost of Tongue Pulling Hell, and sent three living souls home.

Li Fangfang lived the farthest and was the last to see her off.

She still didn't forget to ask Lu Ci: "Can the machines in hell be donated? My husband's work unit uses money for charity every year, and I also have some private money."

Lu Ci couldn't figure out the problem in this area: "It should be necessary. I'll ask you about the details and then tell you."

Early the next morning, Gao Peng remembered that his wife was angry, so he got up early to go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and made a hearty breakfast by himself. As a result, his wife slept soundly, and the first sentence he said after waking up was: Give money to hell."

Gao Peng: "Huh?"

Li Fangfang sat on the bed for a while, always felt that she had forgotten some things, and others were very clear. She looked down and saw an extra piece of paper on the bedside table: "Husband, I dreamed about my dad yesterday. Look, we still mediate. It's over."

Gao Peng: "...That's good."

Although I don't understand what my wife said, but my wife is always right.

Isn't it hell, donate!

Anyway, their unit donates a lot of money every year. Who is it not to donate to?

But how to donate?Burn paper?

Gao Peng didn't expect that he just thought about it in his heart, and after a few days, someone from the relevant unit came to contact him.

The visitor looked at Gao Peng with a hesitant expression on his face: "Mr. Gao, do you want to donate money to...?" He made a downward motion.

Gao Peng was stunned. If it wasn't for the old acquaintance, he really thought someone was joking with him, and his reaction was slow: "I have this idea."

The guy who came had a semi-official status, but largely operated independently.Over the years, we have gathered a group of bigwigs who are not short of money to carry out work in all aspects from academic research, field investigations, to specific poverty alleviation, and project development.Overall, there is still a lot of money posted, and it was not until recent years that I slowly saw a little bit of return.

But they don't do charity itself to make money.If you want to make money, there are many ways.No one can afford to work in certain starting points or even negative areas.

They don't have a specific name for this organization, and they don't accept social donations. Except for some dry seminars, they don't organize any nonsensical activities.

Gao Peng is one of them.His purpose is very simple, it is to accumulate virtue.

Anyway, his family's wealth is too much to spend, and he is not interested in those games that spend a lot of money.The money in his hands is just a number on the books, but giving it to some people in need may save a life or save a family.

He knew that some people did it for the higher-ups, in order to get some better policy support elsewhere.

There are also some people who want to mix in circles and squeeze into the so-called high society.

Some were born in poverty-stricken areas, or received help from others when they were poor, and now they are grateful and want to give back to the society.

The purpose is different, but the goal is the same.

This organization has been in operation for nearly 30 years and already has a fairly mature operating system.They donate directly to charity wherever they need it, but have a package plan.

Lu Ci, who accompanied him, was sitting upright, looking at Gao Peng and the person accompanying him, muttering in his heart.

He knew that Li Fangfang married a rich man, and Li Liqin couldn't do without "brother-in-law is rich", but he didn't expect to be so rich.As a fellow from Yuncheng, no matter how he kept his ears to the outside world, he still knew about this local tycoon.

The big man surnamed Li who accompanied him was even more amazing. He often appeared on TV and gave lectures at their school.

He thought that the big bosses were busy trapeze people, why did he meet people so soon after he reported it?

After all, the two of them were used to the storm, and they quickly discussed the specific details. Since the site visit of the project site was difficult this time, Lu Ci needed to provide a lot of data.

Lu Ci's response was to directly connect to the underworld and show them the situation of several small hells: "I can arrange field trips. The underworld should have all the people you need. The main reason is that there is a lack of equipment..."

Brother Li saw the bubbling magma and water vapor, and his first reaction was: "It seems that geothermal resources are very rich."

There are resources to solve it.After the key energy issues are resolved, follow-up can be followed up.

But they can only talk about it when they sit down today.According to the general process, after they have finalized the framework, professionals from various fields will follow up.

But this project is very special, especially when it involves the underworld. The two big bosses followed Lu resigned directly to Wangxiang.

The car drove directly into the backer villa area of ​​Zhuxin Community, and there was a luxury hotel near the top of the mountain.The place is not big, but all the necessary facilities are excellent.Life assistants and housekeepers in suits and leather shoes were waiting by the side.

Lu Ci checked the time and could go back to work for another hour, so he declined their dinner invitation.

Lu Yun was a little surprised to see him come back so early: "Things went well?"

"Well, it's okay. There's nothing serious about it today, and there will be more troubles in the future." Lu Ci rubbed his temples, "Is there no colleague in our unit responsible for it?"

Lu Yun thought about it carefully: "Really not. Now you are the only one in the unit who can go back and forth between the two worlds. How about I give you an assistant?" She calculated, "Two. One in the yang world and one in the underworld. If not enough , I will add it later. You have to discuss it with Director Xie on the other side of the underworld."

When Lu Ci heard this, he immediately felt less tired, and went back to the dormitory after work to find Xie Yibing, and said excitedly, "Brother Ah Shui, hurry up, give it to my little brother!"

Xie Yibing didn't go anywhere in the past few days. He practiced seriously in the dormitory and stayed in the empty basement for a long time. Hearing Lu Ci's words, he almost lost his temper. He looked down at his waist with a delicate expression: "This ...I'm afraid I can't give it to you."

The author has something to say:

Ah Shui Σ(°△°|||)︴: I can’t give it.

Xiaolu (￣へ￣): Are you so stingy?

Xiaolu (づ￣3￣)づ: brother~brother~

Ah Shui brother? (????ω????)?: ... I will give it later.

(Finish)