Chapter 122 Running Away, the Sky Is Falling

Good advice is not only against the ear, but also against the wind.

People who speak are often out of good intentions, but they may not get a positive response.

Not only that, but sometimes you get into a show.

The same is true of Wu Tao's advice.

Spreading the word in Liyuan Village, not only did not play a dissuasive role, but was speculated maliciously and without reason.

Fortunately, Wu Binghua felt that he had acted rightly and well, and was immune to all these gossip.

At this time, Wu Tao had already left these gangsters and returned to the ivory tower-like school.

Here, seeing Zhao Li's appearance and figure every day makes his body feel purified.

Accompanying An Rong to experience every bit of his youth made him feel at home again.

During this period of time, Zhao Li created three sets of specific images based on Ding Tiantian's appearance. With Ding Tiantian's perfect self-expression, she helped Wu Tao successfully complete the creation of this issue.

This time the work revolved around the three cute spots of 'stupid', 'white' and 'sweet', and a total of 27 portraits were shot in three groups.

According to the 16K format, Wu Tao was extremely satisfied with the zoomed-in effect.

At the same time, Wu Tao contacted Wang Yongsheng, the editor-in-chief of "The King of Painting and Calligraphy" through his bosom friend Wang Chao, hoping to have a face-to-face talk with him.

The contact process was not easy, but it finally came to fruition, and there was the first phone conversation between the two parties.

The call lasted less than ten minutes, and to Wu Tao's surprise, the other party turned out to be an old man in his 60s.

It's just that I still feel resentful and frustrated with the sudden suspension of the publication of the picture book king. Inside and outside the words, he has reservations about Wu Tao's idea of ​​revitalizing the domestic comics industry.

It's no wonder that anyone who is full of ambition will inevitably feel disheartened if a basin of cold water is poured on him.

However, the other party did not intend to refuse further contact, and took the initiative to mention that they planned to go to Jinling around the end of the year.

Since we can say this, it means that there is great hope.

After two weeks of peace and smoothness, it was finally broken by a phone call from Song Zhuang.

"Little boss, accountant Xu has run away!" Song Zhuang said excitedly on the phone, "Your method is really amazing!"

Hearing this news, Wu Tao couldn't help feeling relieved.

Although the gossip and gossip in the village can't hurt people's nerves, listening to it every day is also disturbing.

In the previous life, around the end of the new year, many families came to ask for money for the new year, and there was a run on them, which forced accountant Xu to run away suddenly.

Now it's too long to wait until the end of the year, and Wu Tao doesn't have that patience.

What's more, Zhang Huilan talked about this a lot on the phone in the past few days.

So Wu Tao thought of a way and asked Song Zhuang to do it.

I thought it would take at least a month to take effect, but I didn't expect it to have a miraculous effect in just two weeks.

Now it's all right, it's time for my family to feel proud and return to their hometown.

"Uncle Zhuang, you've done a good job!" Wu Tao urged, "No matter where Accountant Xu and his gang go, you'll keep an eye on me. You've done this for me, and I'll reward you later."

"Little boss, make sure to complete the task!"

Song Zhuang, who was born as an old scout, was just a piece of cake to do such a small matter of stalking.

During the whole phone call, Song Guanghui listened silently, not even daring to breathe.

After hanging up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Uncle, this little boss is amazing! Accountant Xu's every move is exactly as he expected. Isn't this ancient times equivalent to Zhuge Wuhou?"

"Just ask if you are convinced?"

"Convince!" Song Guanghui nodded repeatedly, showing a sincere expression, "I am completely convinced!"

"...By the way, uncle, after you talk about this matter, can you ask him to show us a way to make a living?"

Song Zhuang waved his hand, "Okay, don't think about it blindly, let's get this thing done first. Xu is in the car, hurry up!"

Going home on the weekend, Wu Tao specially took Song Qiao with him.

After hearing the news that Accountant Xu had run away, old man Song lay at the gate of the village credit union with a bottle of dichlorvos in his left hand and a bottle of Laobaigan in his right.

This attitude of going nowhere and fighting to the end made those cheated families find a way to vent their despair.

So within half a day, more than 20 households have already followed suit.

For a while, the entrance of the credit union was filled with the stimulating smell of dichlorvos.

While the neighbors scrambled to watch, all of them turned their heads in unison.

"This accountant Xu is really not a thing! Can he do such immoral things?"

"I heard that nearly 500,000 yuan was stolen, and the credit union has not left a cent!"

"It seems that the champion of the Wu family is really good at predicting things. There is no such thing as a good thing in the sky."

"Isn't it? If these people had listened to what others said, why would they be looking for death and life now..."

"Faithful words are harsh!"

When this kind of thing happens, for those families who invested money, it is tantamount to the sky falling.

It was also like this that Song Qiaocai was extremely grateful to Wu Tao, and kept saying words of thanks along the way.

"Little boss, thanks to your advice, I would like to thank you deeply on behalf of the whole family."

Wu Tao lightly said: "Every day you eat the food you cook, you can't eat it for nothing, can you?"

"As long as you want, I'll cook for you for the rest of your life!" Song Qiao also blurted out from the bottom of her heart.

As soon as it was exported, it was discovered that there was some ambiguity.

Wu Tao seemed to be unaware of it and said: "Cooking is secondary. After this matter is over, the family is stable, and working hard is serious!"

Having said that, Song Qiao felt calm, and nodded heavily: "Yes!"

At the same time, the village branch was in chaos.

Village Chief Ding was mature and prudent, sitting on a chair, smoking a cigarette, and the smoke continued in bursts.

Gao Jinda was already anxious like an ant on a hot pot, he couldn't even sit still, let alone smoke.

"Old Ding, we have to figure out a solution together, otherwise if someone dies, you and I will be involved!"

Although Village Chief Ding is the second-in-command, he has seniority and is tough to speak, "Secretary Gao, the credit union's fundraising this time has nothing to do with me. Accountant Xu, you always follow the lead, and he doesn't listen to me at critical moments." Yes. If the higher-ups really pursue it, what does it have to do with me?"

The meaning of these words is obvious: I will not take the blame.

Gao Jinda was also helpless, accountant Xu was his man, and although he did not personally instigate the matter of absorbing deposits with high profits, he ordered the task of absorbing reserves.

This task, called deposit absorption, is actually fundraising.

Gao Jinda's purpose is nothing more than to want the villagers to stop hiding, and when it comes time to collect and withdraw the retained funds and coordinate the taxes and fees of the funds, they can find a trick and relax.

After all, I know how much savings your family has, so stop using the excuse of not having money to prevaricate your arrears.

So a few days ago, when Wu Tao's words were rumored in the village, he didn't take them seriously at all.

Who would have thought that things could develop to this point?

Second update.