Police Detective

"What did the boss say to you just now?" The tattooed man closed the toilet door and asked.

After Bai Song returned to the house, he kept playing with his mobile phone there, but he was suffocated by the tattooed man. He always wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask.

It wasn't until Bai Song went to the bathroom that he finally followed. This toilet is not monitored, Bai Song can be sure, and there is no messy electronic equipment, so just after entering the toilet, Bai Song turned on the recording function of the phone, and then pretended to be casual and relieved.

"I didn't say anything." Bai Song shook his head.

"Okay, there are no outsiders here," the tattooed man said grinningly: "This toilet is not monitored. Just say anything if you want."

"It has nothing to do with whether there is monitoring or not, there are some things you don't need to know." Bai Song looked arrogant.

"You???" The tattooed man was so angry that he immediately thought of something, and then said: "Are you still worried about the hidden camera here?"

Bai Song had already gone to the toilet by now, and had to go out without taking care of the tattooed man.

"These cameras need to be wired. I have been here for so many years. I still don't know about this?" The tattooed man approached Bai Song, "Anyway, you can stay and it has something to do with me. If there is a good thing, just do it. I forgot, this can’t work. I’ll tell you, I’ve been here for more than four years in this place, and basically no one has stayed longer than me. You only came for one day. I want to help you. Bad things are still not difficult at all."

The tattooed man was afraid that Bai Song would not understand, so he spoke very straightforwardly.

It’s no wonder that he would do this. For such a long time here, people walk and stay. Indeed, there are some people who have gained the trust of the boss and went to other places, but that is all gradual and what these people do. He generally knew that he didn't really want to go.

It’s the first time he has seen the boss like this after being here for so long, so this opportunity must be very, very big! Even if it is not his turn, he still wants to get some benefits from it.

"I may not come back after I finish this job. What benefits can you share?" Bai Song stopped and looked outside: "Even if there is no monitoring here, the two of us have been here for a long time, and the boss will do it too. Pay attention here, right?"

"After we separated from you, the boss went to find someone else and was not in the company at all," the tattooed man said, "Don't change the subject, what kind of work is it?"

"Go out and bring something back." Bai Song didn't intend to hide it, and explained specifically about the boss asking him to carry things.

"Do you think I don't understand?" The tattooed man was a little angry: "This job is not our job. The boss used to find outsiders to do it, and it was not that dangerous. How could it be possible to have so much money? You can't fool me."

"What are you doing?" Bai Song widened his eyes: "If I tell you the truth, if you don't believe me, then I will go out."

"Don't", the tattooed man thought for a while, feeling strange again.

If Bai Song didn't do this, it would be impossible for Bai Song to know this. And this kind of thing, why arrange for this stupid man to go? If the treatment is so good, he dare to go.

Some things happened recently, the tattooed man didn’t know the inside story. He didn’t know that the police had been arresting it some time ago. Many roads were blocked. He didn’t know how difficult it is for Bai Song to do it now.

"Are you sure you didn't let you kill someone?" The tattooed man was a little bit troubled: "You can also see that I am thinking about you. Don't be fooled by the boss."

"Just like our boss, he looks like a businessman. Maybe he will do some extra things, but it's all for money." Bai Song thought for a while: "This person is a person who does great things."

"Businessman?" The tattooed man was a little impatient, making him a little uncomfortable.

It feels strange, but it feels like I missed a hundred million.

Yesterday, he was okay. In front of the company's nominal supervisor, he could yell at everyone and direct everyone to work. Today, it's completely changed.

In fact, today he also made a single two thousand yuan of quick money. There is no problem with eating and drinking, but he sees that the stupid man has transformed from scratch and from an “intern” to the boss’s confidant this day. Very upset.

Especially, now that he still doesn't know what's going on, or how he can make a profit from it, it's even more uncomfortable.

"Yeah, businessman." Bai Song nodded: "I guess it would be a bit dangerous for me to go there, and I can fight, so it's worth the money. The boss also told me that he would definitely give me the money, after all Angry me, he is afraid that I will block him on the road someday. Hey, I tell you, it's useful to be able to fight!"

"I can tell you, I'm afraid you have the life to do this, and you have no life to spend the money." The tattooed man said irritably, "You can use a fart, the boss wants to cheat you, just like you are peeing. It's as simple as that."

"Why are you so inked?" Bai Song was a little angry: "Are you sick? Just what you just said, you are not afraid of me telling the boss?"

"You say it, see who the boss believes." The tattooed man said he didn't care. He knew the pros and cons, and the stupid guy told the boss that it would be no good for the stupid guy.

In his eyes, the big silly man is already a person trusted by the boss, and chatting with the big silly man on the inside is not a leak.

"Okay, buddy, let's not talk nonsense, I believe the boss is a good businessman", Bai Song said: "But there is always a risk to make a lot of money. I can afford this. If you can't afford it, don't be here and think from me. Wipe oil."

"You fart", the tattooed man couldn't hold back anymore: "Do you think the boss is a businessman? Huh, I'm not afraid to tell you that the boss doesn't know how many lives are under his hands. He died ten years ago. I’ve passed a family, don’t talk about it far away~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Some time ago, the boss buried a driver of our company. Just like you, it’s ridiculous to think you know the boss."

"I killed twenty people." Bai Song said gloomily.

"What do you mean?" The tattooed man was a little flustered. It was the first time he saw Bai Song with this expression.

"Don't be nervous, bragging B. Who wouldn't?" Bai Song waved his hand: "Just like you, you can't sleep in this life for less than 8,000 yuan a night. You are **** on the road, huh... Besides, if the boss is He really killed someone, can he tell you? You don’t understand the boss. No wonder you have been here for four or five years just as a little supervisor who gets a little more salary. I see you, even... um... even the little one. Not as good as Hou!"

Xiaohou is the representative of "bad" here, and he is often bullied. The tattooed man knows that Xiaohou is one of the boss's confidantes, but he is still blown up by such a comparison.

"You know what a shit! Last month, a driver before you was the same as you. He was trusted by the boss. Later, the idiot was killed by the boss and three people in the bathhouse, and he was buried directly! The police didn't know. !" The tattooed man is really hot.

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