Chapter 901: Mr. Fu is very interested in firearms
The study room on the second floor is very large, about 60 to 70 square meters. What is even more spectacular is the rows of books on the shelves in the study room, which is comparable to a library!
The office area is in the middle, that is, the part where you enter the door.
Behind the desk, there are two safes.
Not long ago, I happened to encounter Mr. Fu opening the safe.
In addition to the emergency cash prepared and a box of large yellow croaker that can be cashed at any time, everything else is the company's documents.
Ding
The safe door popped open, and Su Zhixiao himself had already crouched down.
The cabinet was not much different from what I saw last time. The cash, jewelry, and large yellow croaker had not been moved.
Of course Su Zhixiao didn't move, but turned over the documents in the safe.
......
Downstairs, the children stopped playing on time when the hour was up.
"Sister Xiao Tao, I'm not playing anymore."
"Okay young master, I'll collect it."
The kid nodded:
"Well, thank you, Sister Xiaotao."
After saying thank you, I ran upstairs.
However, when I got to the room, I didn't see a **** figure.
"Mommy mommy?"
Even in the bathroom, the cloakroom has been searched.
Finally, I came out of the room to the study.
The study door is not closed, and under normal circumstances, no one will come to disturb. Except for the servants on the second and third floors who come to clean up every morning, unless there is something else, they will not come here. The areas with frequent activities are all in one place. building.
Therefore, when he suddenly heard his son's voice, Su Zhixiao was obviously stunned, then turned his head, and saw that the little guy had already rushed over.
"Mom, so you're here, people are still looking for you everywhere." said aggrievedly.
How could Su Zhixiao not know that his son was acting like a spoiled child on purpose?
Put down the document in his hand, and hugged the little guy:
"Aren't you playing games?"
The kid hummed:
"The game is not fun."
Compared with my mother, what is a fun game?
"Mom, are you looking for something? Porridge and porridge for you!"
Su Zhixiao shook his head, then reached out and rubbed his son:
"No, mom just takes a look. It's getting late. How about taking a bath and sleeping?"
"don't want!"
Decisive.
"why?"
"Not sleepy!"
Sleeping hard when you are not tired can be uncomfortable.
"Then what to do? Otherwise, you can play for a while, and mother will look at these."
In this regard, although the children were a little reluctant, they agreed.
"All right."
After that, he went to Huo Huo's father to win those trophies over the years.
Su Zhixiao had already turned over no less than 30 important documents, and they were all fine.
Going down again is just a waste of time.
Obviously, the things in this safe are of no use to me.
He shoved things back into the closet and closed the door.
After getting up, he wandered around in front of the rows of bookshelves.
I didn't pay attention to this in the past, but I didn't even notice that in the innermost row, 80% of the books on the bookshelf were about firearms.
Even, there are many military aspects, both at home and abroad.
Very puzzled, after all, it is impossible for ordinary people to have so many firearms books in their homes, right?
There are hundreds of them.
Mr. Fu is very interested in firearms...?
I took out a book and flipped through it. After turning a few pages, I found that there were obvious creases on the footer, and there were several creases, which showed that someone was reading this book frequently.