The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

In order to clarify this matter, Wang Dameng asked Ye Zhibing: "Young man, what are you talking about? Don't think I'm easy to deceive."

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly: "Mr. Wang, since you said so, I will remind you more specifically, where were you three nights ago?"

When Wang Dameng heard this, his heart tightened.

He naturally knew where he was three nights ago.

Wang Dameng was silent, and carefully reviewed the details of that night three days ago in his heart: he called his wife before leaving get off work to say that he would work overtime, then made an appointment, then had dinner, and then went to the Hualun Hotel that he frequented...

All this process is kept confidential, and I have noticed that no one is following me, so it should be seamless.

Therefore, this young man should have guessed without evidence.

After reaching the conclusion, Wang Dameng was full of courage and shouted angrily: "What are you talking nonsense, kid, be careful and I will sue you for slander. By the way, you pushed me down today and stained my clothes. What do you say about this?"

When Ye Zhibing saw that Wang Dameng was stubborn and wanted to make trouble for himself, he couldn't help being angry and funny, "Mr. Wang, you can do it. You don't believe me, do you? Then I'll show you some evidence."

Wang Dameng was taken aback, evidence?Is it true that this kid has something in his hand?
"Okay, if you have evidence, I will admit it. If not, see how I kill you."

Wang Dameng just wanted to induce Ye Zhibing to produce evidence, otherwise he would be impolite.

Ye Zhibing laughed, "No problem, I will convince you."

Wang Dameng stared closely at Ye Zhibing's hand, watching him take out a khaki envelope from his pants pocket, then took out a photo, and shook it in front of his eyes.

Seeing the content in the photo, Wang Dameng's vision almost went dark.

Who the hell took this picture?
Then Wang Dameng began to fear.

If the contents of the photo were to spread, it would become a scandal that would stir the whole city.

At that time, will the wife divorce?Will the superior fire himself?Can you still look up when you go out? ...

Wang Dameng thought about many terrible consequences, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

His only thought is to destroy these photos - for him, the unexploded bombs of his future and career.

Ye Zhibing expected that Wang Dameng would come to snatch the photo, but he did not dodge, and Wang Dameng still snatched the photo from his hand.

After Wang Dameng snatched the photo, he tore the photo to pieces.

Then Wang Dameng was thinking about how to deal with the residue of the photos.

Throw it in the trash can, lest people pick it up and put it together again; swallow it for fear of stomach pain; burn it for fear of setting off a fire alarm.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Dameng came up with the idea of ​​flushing these photo fragments down the toilet so that no one would find them.

When Wang Dameng finished disposing of the photo residue and rushed into the sewer, Ye Zhibing still smiled unabated.

"Mr. Wang, what can you do if you tear up a photo? I still have a lot of photos, with all kinds of poses. The categories are complete, and you are satisfied. Besides, I still have negatives, as many as you want, haha .”

Wang Dameng's head suddenly cleared up.

I destroyed a photo in a hurry just now, but I forgot to think that people have negatives in their hands, and they can print as many as they want.

Therefore, the method just now does not cure the symptoms or the root cause.

Wang Dameng glanced greedily at the khaki envelope in Ye Zhibing's hand, and had an idea: snatch it and destroy it!

He did what he said, and he flew towards Ye Zhibing like a tiger pouncing on his prey, stretching out his hands, just trying to snatch the envelope from Ye Zhibing's hand.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Zhibing's mouth.

In vain, this guy is still some kind of "general". After all, he is just a barbarian. When he is in a hurry, he uses the most primitive method-robbing to solve the problem.

But it is not so easy to grab something from Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing dodged sideways, and Wang Dameng was caught in the air, couldn't stop his feet, and fell into the mud.

it hurts!

With a scream, Wang Dameng got up from the tiled floor, his eyes were red, and he continued to look at the envelope in Ye Zhibing's hand.

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Wang, do you want it?"

Wang Dameng nodded vigorously.

"If you want it, then have a good talk with me, agree to my terms, and I'll give it to you."

"What conditions do you want?"

Just at this time, there were footsteps outside the door, it seemed that someone was about to go to the bathroom.

Ye Zhibing said in a low voice: "Go out and wash your face, follow me, let's find a place to talk."

Someone came, and Wang Dameng was also very nervous. After all, this matter is a scandal, and if it is publicized, he can't afford to lose face.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Wang Dameng nodded in agreement.

Ye Zhibing opened the door with a smile and went straight outside to wait for Wang Dameng.

The one who came to the bathroom was a middle-aged man wearing a gold necklace. When he passed by Wang Dameng, he smelled a strange smell, and he couldn't help frowning and complaining: "Ma De, why is it so smelly?"

Wang Dameng was very guilty, he lowered his head and pretended not to hear, walked quickly to the sink, turned on the faucet, washed his face vigorously, and then wiped off the stains on his clothes with water.

After washing it once, I smell it again, and if it still smells, I wash it again.

As a result, he washed it seven or eight times in a row, but it still smelled, but it was a little weaker than when it first came out.

Wang Dameng knows that the smell cannot be washed away without washing powder, but now is not the time to wash clothes, and he can only make do with it.

Ye Zhibing waited patiently until Wang Dameng came over, and then led him to the stairwell.

Since guests and waiters basically take the elevator, the stairwell is also very quiet and there is no one.

Wang Dameng asked Ye Zhibing anxiously: "Give me the photos and negatives, and ask for a price."

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly, "President Wang, do you think I am here to ask you for money?"

Wang Dameng was stunned, "You don't want money, so what do you want?"

Ye Zhibing said calmly, "I want you to do something..."

Wang Dameng frowned. The other party could have offered a high price, but he didn't.

It seems that what he wants to do by himself must be more important than money, so the difficulty can be imagined.

So Wang Dameng asked anxiously, "What do you want me to do?"

Ye Zhibing stretched out a finger, "I only want you to do one thing, and that is to publish an apology statement in your newspaper."

"A statement of apology?" Monk Zhang Er, Wang Dameng, was puzzled, "You want me to publish an apology statement?"

Wang Dameng was a little confused, apologizing for such things, going to the advertising department, as long as you spend money, you can post whatever you want, and you can post as many articles as you want.

Why is it necessary to blackmail him with some indescribable photos?

Ye Zhibing looked at Wang Dameng's face, and said indifferently: "What I said is true, and I only have such a condition."