Chapter Ninety-Two: So Many?
It's a shame to be embarrassed, and I actually gave someone a bank card but didn't give a password, as if I didn't want to spend money on others at all. What's so ......
Qin Lu coughed, then revealed a series of bank passwords, and pushed Meng Wei and said, "Go and take out the money now, and then find a decoration team to decorate the store well." ”
"Okay!" Meng Wei nodded, and then ran out in a puff of smoke.
"Uncle Meng, I'm really sorry, I made a mistake and forgot to give you the password. Qin Lu said apologetically to Uncle Meng.
"I'm not sorry, I'm sorry, Xiao Qin, you're too polite, if it weren't for you helping me so much, I wouldn't know what to do now. ”
The two chatted for a while, Meng Wei ran back, holding a pile of RMB that should be 10,000 yuan in her hand, and said happily: "Brother Qin, I took out 10,000 yuan, now take this money to find the decoration team." ”
Qin Lu looked at the money in Meng Wei's hand, and couldn't cry or laugh, "What is 10,000 yuan enough for? At least 30,000 or 40,000 yuan is enough." ”
"So much!" Meng Wei smacked her tongue and asked in disbelief: "It's just to decorate a small restaurant, why use so much money?"
"Yes, Xiao Qin, the decoration is only 10,000 yuan, I remember that when I renovated this house, I installed it myself, and I didn't spend 5,000 yuan to buy materials. ”
Qin Lu shook his head and said: "Your decoration is too simple, since I have also become a partner, I want the store to be decorated better, so that customers will be a little more than a little bit right, right? ”
"But... But this is too wasteful......" Meng Wei was still a little hesitant.
"Waste is waste, this is my money, I want to spend it like this, you go and take another 30,000, make up 40,000 yuan and put it here for your father, and then find a good decoration team to decorate according to this price. Qin Lu couldn't help but say.
"That's... All right. Meng Wei nodded, put the 10,000 yuan in her hand on the table, and then turned around and ran out again.
"Xiao Qin, spending so much money on decoration is really a bit too wasteful. Uncle Meng touched the 10,000 yuan on the table and sighed.
"This is the investment, don't care about the small money, as long as the store decoration is good, it can increase the customer flow, and the decoration money will be able to be earned back soon." Qin Lu comforted Uncle Meng, and the two began to chat again.
"Ringing ringing!"
Qin Lu's mobile phone rang again.
smiled apologetically at Uncle Meng, and then Qin Lu took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID on the screen, it turned out to be Cui Huihui, a girl.
"It should be another gangster who has died, right?
But the expected yelling did not happen, and Cui Huihui's solemn tone only rang on the other end of the phone, "Qin Lu, something big happened?"
Qin Lu was stunned for a moment, and said suspiciously: "What's the big deal?"
"Seven rich people have died one after another...... Cui Huihui said in a low voice, "just yesterday." ”
"Such a big case?" Qin Lu was stunned for a moment, and then said strangely: "Although this kind of case is not small, what does it have to do with me?
"All seven of them died... Heart attack!" Cui Huihui was shocked.
Qin Lu's pupils shrank, he turned his head to look at Uncle Meng, covered the microphone and said to him, "Uncle Meng, I'll go out to answer a phone call first, and I may not come back first when something happens." ”
"Okay, if you have a job, go get busy first!" Uncle Meng nodded.
Qin Lu walked out of the restaurant and re-spoke into the phone in a corner, "What the hell is going on? All seven people died of heart attacks?"
"That's right. Cui Huihui confirmed seriously: "It's all heart attacks, and the cause of death is exactly the same as Scarface." I thought Scarface's cause of death had something to do with you, so I called and asked you. ”
Qin Lu frowned and said, "You don't think that the death of those seven people has anything to do with me, do you?"
"I don't think so, because you don't have any conflicts of interest with them, there's no reason to do anything to them. Cui Huihui said.
Qin Lu nodded and said, "Then the purpose of your call to me?"
"Because the cause of Scarface's death was also a heart attack, I would like to ask you, is there any special circumstance about the cause of death of those seven people?
Qin Lu nodded, understanding what Cui Huihui meant, but he didn't start, and after a while, he said, "Let me ask, do these seven rich people have anything in common?"
"What do you have in common?" Cui Huihui was stunned for a moment, and then said: "If you have money, you have money." ”
"Next?" Qin Lu asked.
"Second ......" I could obviously hear a sigh from the other end of the phone, and after a while, Cui Huihui said: "Another thing in common is that they both went to the capital night market the night before yesterday. ”
Qin Lu's eyes narrowed, "Have you all gone to the night market in the capital?"
"That's right, they all went to the night market in the capital, and they all bought things, all kinds of jade worth a lot of money. ”
"Jade ......"
Qin Lu's face was solemn, and he suddenly remembered the bald man.
"I think I might know something. ”
Cui Huihui was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "What do you know?"