Police Chen Shu

Top floor box.

The interior decoration is low-key and luxurious, with pure Chinese decoration inside. At the door of the box is a Ming-style table with grass pears, and a row of cigars are placed on it for the guests who enter the door to take it at hand; there is an Arhat bed next to the window, and a small table on the bed is placed with a pot made of transparent glass. There are chairs and tin foil neatly stacked; in the center are big-leaf red sandalwood tables and chairs imported from Vietnam. There are six chairs in one table, which are elegant in style and full of people.

The big boss was sitting on the upper seat facing the door, with a cigar in his mouth, with a cold and serious face.

The bald man, Brother B, was sitting on the right hand side of the big boss. At this moment, he could put down his straight spray gun for lighting cigarettes, and touched his bald head with his free hands, and said with a smile: "Boss, that woman won't eat toast. Why don't you leave it to me to whip a few whips, and you must be honest!"

"That's right, once Brother B makes a move, which woman dares to be disobedient?"

"Brother B's method is a bit crude, but the effect is absolutely good!"

"Fuck, women have to be beaten up! If you get beaten up, you will be honest."

Everyone agrees.

Big Boss: "This way there will be no aura."

"Yes, Boss, have you never seen any woman before? What you are playing is spiritual energy!"

"I also think that Brother B's method is a bit violent, and it will be boring to play at that time."

"Brother B has a strong hand, whoever will pay if he breaks it?"

Everyone turned the bow of the boat and continued to echo.

Brother B glanced disdainfully at the group of weeds, turned his head and lowered his brows, took the teacup filled with water in front of him and put it in front of the boss, and suggested wretchedly, "Boss, why don't you give her a cigarette?"

In order to control the employees who have done a good job in the business and prevent the other party from running away after earning money, the fraudulent company will deliberately hand over a special cigarette to the person at a certain party while he is drunk and confused.

Smoke one to end a lifetime.

"Snapped!"

The big boss swept down the cup in front of him, and looked at Brother B coldly.

Brother B knew he had said the wrong thing, so he immediately shut up.

The scene cooled down.

In the big box on the first floor!

Listening to the people around excitedly discussing performance, commissions, and sales techniques, Zhang Yang almost thought that he had joined an ordinary domestic business company if it wasn't for the male counselor of the fraudulent company who was wandering around and monitoring them all the time.

Zhang Yang ate the unappetizing food, and kept thinking about escaping. Ever since she knew that the way of ransom was impossible for her, she knew she had to find another way out. I even considered making compromises, and after gaining trust and a certain degree of freedom, I was looking for opportunities.

Or, offer a big sum that they can't refuse?

"Miss Zhang, the big boss invites you to go up."

Two male counselors approached one from the left and the other from the right, and one of them said politely.

His arms couldn't hold his thighs, so Zhang Yang threw the chopsticks on the table, and walked out of the box first under the envious eyes of everyone.

The three of them went to a small box on the top floor of the restaurant. A male counselor opened the door of the box and signaled Zhang Yang to go in. The other male counselor went to the tea table and took a round stool beside the big boss.

Zhang Yang, who had already decided to give the other party a large sum of money for his life, was in a stable mood at the moment. He looked around, walked up to the big boss and sat down generously. Just when he was about to say something, the other party raised his hand to stop him Living.

"Drink first, and talk about things later."

After drinking for three rounds, everyone drank a little too much. Zhang Yang was nervous, and only drank a few beers with the big boss. The others did not come to persuade her to drink, nor did they speak to her.

At this time, Brother B led a few people to beat the bowls and chopsticks, and sang "Glorious Years" in chorus. When the song reached the high (ch-ao), a guy as thin as a bamboo pole even raised his hands and swayed towards Zhang Yang. , should mean to let her sing along.

Zhang Yang was still thinking about when he would talk to the boss about the ransom, so he sat still.

When the song was over, Brother B yelled for everyone to toast the big boss.

Putting down the wine glass, the big boss took out a pack of light blue pink bricks from the handbag behind him and threw them on the disc on the table.

"Shuangshi Earth, the old man's internal goods are not easy to get. I am happy today. When I go to KTV later, everyone can try it."

Everyone cheered, and the atmosphere in the box went up to a new level.

The big boss stood up, walked around the round table with a cigar in his mouth, and walked behind the man with a bamboo pole opposite the round table.

Seeing the big boss coming, the man with a bamboo pole quickly filled his wine glass with wine, then bent over and stood up.

Before he got up completely, he was pushed back by the big boss.

The big boss patted the bamboo pole man's left shoulder and grabbed his hair, then drew a dagger from the leather knife case hanging on his waist with his right hand, crossed the blade, and slipped directly from the bamboo pole man's throat past.

It only took half a second for the sharp knife edge to cut an extremely small gap in the skin.

While Zhang Yang was still calculating the amount of ransom to be paid in his mind for a while, the bamboo pole man opposite him began to spurt streams of blood from his neck.

The puffs didn't hit Zhang Yang, but they all splashed on the bowls and chopsticks in front of her and the wine glass she just drank.

Zhang Yang's expression froze for an instant, his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles choked white, but it took only a few seconds for him to recover.

Her eyes were red, and she had a panoramic view of the whole live broadcast. She thought she would knelt on the ground and screamed crazily like the last time in the processing factory at the pile of dead people, but it turned out that she didn't.

She sat calmly in her seat and watched the bamboo pole man die without any fear, fear or disgust in her heart, and she was even calm, listening to the big boss explain to his management one word at a time about the bamboo pole man's death. The reason for the death.

"He pocketed the money laundering costs of his employees."

The big boss wiped the clothes on the bamboo pole man with a dagger, and waved for the male counselor to come and carry him away.

In the company, as an incentive for outstanding employees, the company pays the money laundering fees for the bonuses employees earn through work.

"You know, employees make money for us. We usually manage them out of correction of their childish ideas. This is love. In this society, money is the most important thing."

The big boss talks eloquently.

Everyone pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

In just three days, Zhang Yang felt that he seemed to have integrated into this society, and the fragile little reporter and little girl in h domestic were gone.

She has to be strong before she can escape.

This is hell, she has no one to rely on.