Vol 3 Chapter 1966:

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"How do you say this?" Xia Yuanqiu puzzled.
The old man whispered: "I made a will as early as last year, and I have notarized it. All my property after 100 years will be donated to people in need in the society. How to operate, there are already detailed plans. This kind of behavior will only become a joke."
It turns out that after all, the old man is not an ordinary person. He naturally has his vision. How could he be counted by the villain?
The old man thought for a moment and said: "You two are now black households. It is not convenient to go out and show up. If you attract the attention of the police, you will be in trouble. This is still to the detective agency to do it!"
When Zhuang Yi heard this, he rushed out of the business card on the table and found out several business cards of the detective agency and handed it to the father.
The old man called the three detective agencies and entrusted them with the same business.
Zhuang Yi puzzled: "You just need to find someone, why do you want the three detective agencies to do the same thing?"
Father said: "I never put all the eggs in one basket."
In this complex and sinister society, blindly believing in a person or an institution is likely to fall badly in the end. This is his life experience in the past 80 years.
Packing up the business cards on the table, Zhuang Yi is planning to buy food and cook. The door of Meiyuan has just opened, and I saw three rows of gift boxes neatly placed at the gate.
Zhuang Yu said: "Whose is this suitcase? How is it placed at the door of someone else's door?"
When Zhuang Yu’s words just fell, he saw two men and a woman running out from the dark. One male and one female were about forty years old. The other male should be a son. The twenty-five or six-year-old looks like a correct one. It’s just one. The eyes are turning and whispering, it seems to be calculating what.
"This must be Zhuang Yi. I used to listen to the uncle. I lived in a plum house and lived in a housekeeper. I can do it very well!" The woman grinned and smiled, and her back was cold.
Zhuang Yan frowned and asked: "Who are you? Why are you stuck in this door?"
The man standing next to the woman shouted: "Is there a problem with your ear? Didn't my wife just say it? The owner of this plum garden is our uncle, who do you say we are?"
"Auntie?" Zhuang Xiao sneered: "I have been in this plum garden for decades. How have you never heard of this person?" This kind of person, she saw much more, the relatives who could not beat the eight poles, heard the father The property is rich, but there are no ones to follow. Which one of them does not want to come to share a piece of cake? Everyone has a heart, and no one really wants to be a good old man.
The man sank: "Do you know this kind of thing? Can we know what we are doing in the old summer home?"
Zhuang Yi was not angry. He asked: "You just didn't call the grandfather? What? You are also surnamed Xia?"
The woman’s face was not very good.
We are not surnamed Xia, but I am married to Xia’s family. It’s our business.

Zhuang Wei looked at the shameless face of the three men in front of him. The heart was naturally extremely disdainful. She asked: "So, are you familiar with Mrs. Xia Lao?"
Not waiting for the woman to talk, the man immediately said: "Of course, when they were married, we also came to drink wine!"
Zhuang Hao almost didn't spit a thick sputum on his face. He had a face to say such a lie, and he didn't look at how old he was now. He dared to say such a big story.