The Black Card

After making his first attempt at a non-revenue investment, Shi Lei walked out of the hotel.

He went to buy himself a change of clothes, by the way bought two very good red wine, and easily spent more than 20,000 yuan.

Yes, he spent more than 20,000, not more than 10,000, because he did not know if the 10,000 yuan he had donated before could be counted as a non-returnable investment.

If you don't consider the derogatory nature of this term, then donations of a public interest nature should barely be regarded as non-profitable investments.

Of course, 10,000 yuan can not see anything, but if this 10,000 yuan can be counted as a non-return-type investment, then Shi Lei can donate 500,000 yuan in each quota cycle. When the amount accumulates to a certain level, it is presumably easy to be revealed. At that time, Shi Lei will inevitably gain a lot of praise for this, and maybe there will be some vilification of the villain's heart, but most people will definitely recognize his behavior.

In that case, Shi Lei will become a role model for young entrepreneurs, which may be an investment.

There is no news from the Song family.

Shi Lei silently drank two bottles of red wine, and then when he arrived at 24:00, he came to the self-service bank he had been to last night.

Insert the black card, enter the password, and the token appears as expected.

Shi Lei said: "There is nothing special in this cycle, I should just finish the quota consumption normally, right?"

"If you are referring to your additional ratings, indeed, you did not get any additional ratings this time. You did not have any value to spend."

Shi Lei silently added six points to the basic score in his heart, and then asked: "So, let's fight it. I only have one question. That is, my consumption quota has been completed. But does it include non-return investment? "

"Do you want to ask the ten thousand yuan you donated?"

"Yes."

"No."

Uh……

Seems wrong, don't donations work? It seems there are other ways to think about. Although it is only 5%, at the current level is 500,000, it is not too difficult for Shi Lei to spend it. However, the next level is likely to be 100 million. That's 5 million funds per quota cycle. If it can be used for donations, Shi Lei would have spent so heartily.

"All right, I have no problem." Shi Lei returned to the hotel, took a bath, and slept peacefully.

Ten thousand yuan wasted, but it was confirmed that donations could not be counted as non-returnable investments, which was still worth it. And strictly speaking, this 10,000 yuan is not wasted, at least, it can be used to solve some public welfare problems.

Another day later, Shi Lei received a call from Lucim. Lucim told him that the number of users flashing in the magic city had exceeded 400,000.

Shi Lei told Lu Ximing that after the number of users exceeded 500,000, a bonus of 5,000 yuan was given to each employee of the branch, and the tax was borne by the company.

Lucifer was a little hesitant. He said, "Shi Shao, will this be a little too high?"

"Is it high? Five thousand yuan. You can't even buy a toilet seat in Modu. Don't be distressed by this small amount of money. Since you want them to work hard for the company, the necessary rewards will never be too much . "

Lucy asked again: "Is there no distinction between levels?"

"This is an extra bonus, of course, it should be treated equally. Isn't the post bonus every month depending on the performance of the job?"

"Will this make managers dissatisfied? After all, managers are actually more responsible and more responsible."

"This bonus is willfulness of the boss. If this can also cause dissatisfaction with the management staff, then such people do not seem to be suitable for staying in management positions. I don't mind finding a suitable opportunity to replace it."

Lucy Ming was speechless. Shi Lei's style was exactly the same as at the conference. It was entirely based on his own intentions, and he did not even consider the subtle ideas that might arise between people.

After hanging up the phone, Shi Lei had the intention to call Song Ziyan or Wu You to ask about the situation. Two days later, there was no movement at all. Is it necessary for Mrs. Song to lie in a low-temperature greenhouse like this?

Fortunately, Shi Lei's phone finally rang.

The call was from Song Miaomiao, and she said in a crying voice, "Shi Lei, my grandpa ..."

Shi Lei's heart sank, and Song Miaomiao knew the news, which meant that the Song family had made public the news of the death of Old Song Song.

"I'm in Xixi now, when are you coming back?" Shi Lei didn't want to hide anything.

Song Miaomiao froze obviously. She asked, "How come you are in Xixi?"

"Wait until you come back."

"Well, I'm on my way now, Shi Lei, I'm so sad ..."

Shi Lei seemed to be able to see the phone. Song Miaomiao was shed tears, but she had to keep driving hard, but Shi Lei could still feel that tears had blurred Song Miaomiao's eyes.

"Miao Miao, listen well. I know Grandpa Song has a deep relationship with you, but people will have such a day, so you must stay strong now. Especially if you are still driving a car, you are prone to accidents. I'll pick you up at the high crossing, and then I'll take you home. "

Song Miaomiao sobbed twice and her voice became very low. She said, "Why is it so sudden?"

In this regard, Shi Lei could only sigh.

Immediately, Shi Lei called Wu You. He asked, "Aunt Wu, Miao Miao is already on the way back. I'll pick her up at Gao Jun. What should I tell her? Is it true or old Song Just passed away? "

"Let ’s just pass away. Tonight ’s news will also say that the old lady died this afternoon. There is no need to let Miao Miao know the whole truth. The old lady walked early and left late, which is not substantial The difference. "

Shi Lei nodded and asked, "Secretary Song ..."

"Your uncle Song is at home." Wu You's voice became resolute, as if to remind Shi Lei not to call Song Ziyan as Secretary of Song in the future.

Although Song Ziyan's final fate is still unknown, Shi Lei was at least slightly relieved to hear that he was now at home. Even if in the end he still had an accident, at least he didn't do that.

Shi Lei thought about it and called the old man far away from the Imperial City.

"Chang ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Thank you." After the other party answered, Shi Lei didn't care whether the old man answered it himself, he just wanted to say such a sentence.

There was a little silence there, and then the old man's voice sounded.

The old man said, "Song always left in the afternoon. Tomorrow, Song Lao's body will be transported to the imperial capital. There will be a memorial service in Babaoshan the day after tomorrow. The central leadership will all participate. My suggestion is that you keep Song Miaomiao."

Shi Lei froze, then seemed to understand the meaning of the old man's words, he hesitated again and again, carefully asked: "After the memorial service, Song Shu ... Song Ziyan and Wu You ...?" Shi Lei did not fully say, But he knew the old man must know what he meant.

"This is also a protection for them. It will not be too long, but you cannot disclose it to anyone, including Song Miaomiao. Her emotional expression will intuitively affect those who you can't see."

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