Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

As expected, the footage of Wen Liang and Fu Zheng being blocked by reporters and never showing up was quickly posted online.

In the eyes of netizens, the response is quibbling, and avoidance is a guilty conscience.

Public opinion intensified.

Tang Shishi couldn't help but forward this video and wrote: With a clear conscience, don't get involved with monsters and ghosts.

Ever since the makeup incident, she spoke up for Wen Liang, and netizens knew she was Wen Liang's friend. They followed Weibo to find her and scolded her along with Tang Shishi.

Tang Shishi was not afraid and started arguing with netizens on her Weibo.

……

There was an impromptu meeting in the afternoon. Wen Liang came out of the conference room and walked towards the president's office with documents in hand.

"Director Wen." Assistant Yang from the office area came to greet him, "Are you here to see Mr. Fu?"

"There is a document that needs his signature."

"Mr. Fu is not in the company right now. If you are not in a hurry, please give me the documents first and I will forward them to him when he comes back."

Wen Liang looked at his watch, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Okay." Wen Liang handed the folder to Special Assistant Yang, "The collaborator is in a hurry, so you'd better give it to me before get off work today."

"must."

Wen Liang goes back to the office to work.

Before I knew it, it was time to get off work.

She checked WeChat, but there was no message, so she took the initiative to open the conversation window of Special Assistant Yang: "Mr. Fu is not back yet?"

Across the screen, Special Assistant Yang could feel the coldness, and he cautiously replied, "No... there must be something important that has been delayed..."

Important things?

It is indeed important to accompany Chu Siyi.

"How about you give him a call?" Assistant Yang reminded weakly.

Wen Liang picked up the phone, walked to the window, dialed a number, and listened to the phone ringing over and over again. At the last beep, it automatically hung up because no one answered.

Wen Liang sneered and went home from get off work first.

Not long after lying on the bed, the cell phone next to the pillow rang.

Wen Liang opened his eyes and took a glance. In the darkness, the light from the phone screen was a bit dazzling, and the word Fu Zheng on the screen was particularly obvious.

Wen Liang hung up and turned off the phone, all at once.

……

At twenty-two forty, the lights were still on in a two-story building in a certain villa area.

There were several battery cars parked in the small courtyard of the villa, and two cars were parked in front of the small courtyard.

The nearby residents all knew that this villa was not lived in by ordinary people, but was rented by one person and turned into a studio.

Those battery cars and cars are the means of transportation for employees.

Their working hours are not fixed. Sometimes they go to work very early and sometimes they finish very late.

A nearby neighbor once met the landlord of the villa and asked about it. The landlord didn't know much about it. The renter only said that his studio was engaged in self-media, but the landlord didn't know what it was about.

The neighbor's uncle can feel that the studio has been very busy these two days.

Those battery carts were parked in the yard yesterday, and they haven't been moved all day. There are many buckets of instant noodles in the garbage bags thrown out.

In the villa, the employees were so busy that they had no time to have dinner. They didn't have time to make instant noodles until ten o'clock in the evening.

Life looks hard.

But they all had smiles on their faces.

One of the tall men poured water into the instant noodle bucket in front of him and said with a smile, "If you endure it for two more days, you will definitely make a lot of money this time!"

"There's nothing hot about Zhengchou, so someone just came to your door!" another person echoed.

"Old Liu, why are you looking so sad?" the tall man asked.

The man called Lao Liu replied, "Aren't I afraid that Fu Zheng will come to your door?"

"How is that possible? Wasn't it okay last time? Besides, this is a legal society, what can he do to us?"

Old Liu sighed and shook his head, "The Fu family's secret was leaked two days ago. Fu Zheng was not here. The top management had their own agenda and asked the police to get the man named Wen in. He stayed there for less than a day. Fu Zheng came back overnight. Fish out the person named Wen, and the two policemen who arrested him will be suspended from duty the next day..."

Sometimes the world of rich people cannot be controlled by the law. The connections are there. As long as Fu Zheng gives a little hint, someone will come forward for him. The reason for the suspension is legitimate and has nothing to do with Fu Zheng.

Several employees around looked at each other.

The tall man smiled and smoothed things over, "Old Liu, don't think too much about it. What does it have to do with us? Let's just make money!"

Just then, the doorbell rang outside.

"I'll open the door."

Lao Liu put down his chopsticks and stood up. As soon as Fang opened the door, before he could see who the man was, he was kicked hard in the stomach.

He was unprepared and was kicked all over the place, clutching his stomach and gasping for air.

A young man came in outside the door. He had a shaved head and looked like a ruthless character.

He stepped forward, grabbed Lao Liu by the collar, and lifted him up, "Get up!"

Old Liu was shocked, scared and in pain, "What are you doing... What you do is illegal!"

The young man heard nothing, picked up Lao Liu's collar, pressed his head, and hit him against the wall.

With a "boom" sound, a big bump appeared on Lao Liu's forehead. He was dizzy, grinning, and his head was about to pop out.

In just two minutes, while eating instant noodles in the office, four other employees also heard the commotion and rushed out to take a look. Their expressions changed drastically.

"who are you?"

"Why do you hit people casually?"

The four of them wanted to step forward to help, but then several tall and mighty men rushed in from outside.

In October, the weather is getting cooler, especially at night, and everyone among the employees is wearing a coat.

But these people were still wearing short sleeves, exposing their strong forearms, and they were covered with tattoos. At first glance, they looked like gangsters on the street and were not to be trifled with.

It was the first time that the four employees encountered this kind of battle. They looked at each other and did not dare to step forward.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" The tall man also felt guilty and could only bluff and shouted sternly.

While he took out his mobile phone and pressed 110, he threatened on the other hand, "Why don't you let me go? You want to do hard work, don't you? You broke into private houses and injured employees, you just wait for me!"

Before the call to the police was made, the man with tattoos stepped forward and kicked the phone away.

The phone was kicked directly to the opposite wall, and then fell heavily to the ground. It fell into pieces and the battery collapsed.

The tall man turned pale.

The young man saw the employee making a small move. He took the iron rod from the hand of a man with flowery arms and swung it hard on the employee's leg. The employee knelt on the ground and screamed, his face turned pale for an instant. , the veins on my forehead throbbed with pain.

The young man took the person out, kicked him to the ground, and stomped on his back hard.

Seeing this scene, the remaining two employees were too frightened to move.

"What on earth do you want to do? Let's talk to each other carefully. If there is any offense, we will definitely apologize!" the tall man asked again, his tone no longer had the same momentum as before, he only wanted to seek peace.

The employees were feeling anxious when a man wearing a black shirt and suit pants walked in from outside with a calm step.

The faces of the tall people changed drastically.

They had just broken the news, how could they not recognize this person?

The person who came was none other than Fu Zheng, one of the people involved in the news.

He glanced at Old Liu and his employees on the ground, raised his eyes with a dull expression, looked at the tall man, and said in a cold tone, "Do you know me?"