Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Little living room.

Suddenly dropped from heat to freezing point.

Yang Sanli pushed his glasses and looked at the faces of the people on the opposite side with interest.

Zou was paralyzed with furious anger, Qian Shizhong was surprised and gloomy, Zhang Jie forcefully pretended to calm down the fear that could not be concealed... Looking around, there were only three types of shock, anger, and fear.

Yang Sanli understood that the one who was shocked to the other side was that he was clearly sentenced to imprisonment, so why did he show up so grandly? Angrily, his enemy dared to stand in front of them, but it was Hong Daihai, or the Red Mao Group, behind him.

"Yang Sanli, why are you here!"

There was a violent question on the other side, and Yang Sanli followed the sound, but grinned.

"Yo, Captain Yuan is also here."

He pretended to hold his chest.

"My heart is not good. I went on parole for medical treatment. Don't worry, follow the formal procedures."

"On bail for medical treatment?" Yuan Xiaochuan sneered, "Is here for medical treatment? There is only a veterinarian, how about? I want to treat your wretched heart?!"

"Captain Yuan said and laughed." Yang Sanli didn't show any anger on his face. "The doctor said I was suffering from a heart disease, and I still need heart medicine for my heart disease."

"I'm here this time to apologize specifically to everyone, and to turn conflicts into jade with you."

"It's okay to apologize." The old Qian finally recovered and choked on the spot, "Reconciliation is exempt."

Yang Sanli is a white paper fan under Hong Daihai's, and it is still somewhat divided into the city government. If the old money was handed over hard, he would take it softly.

"But I think reconciliation is still possible, and each step back is a brighter future and a friend."

He gave a small example.

"For example, I personally think that you have a small mistake in your confession that needs to be corrected. As a thank you, we can give away 200,000 yuan per person."

This offer immediately exchanged for a sneer and curse, and the people present were imprisoned in the black quarry, mostly because of the thorns in the eyes of Hongmao, which was deeply contradictory with Hong Daihai and the group.

It can be said that new enemies have been added under the old grievances. Where can a mere 200,000 be bought?

Yang Sanli knew it well, but still smiled:

"I know how you are now. I came here today just to meet up. You can talk about things slowly one by one."

After listening, the mood in the court became more turbulent for a while, as a policeman, Yuan Xiaochuan consciously stood up.

"Please leave, none of them wants to talk to you."

"Don't say it so hard."

Yang Sanli waved his hand and motioned to his subordinates to let go of Liu Cripple.

"The conditions are all talkable."

With that, he pointed to Liu Weidong.

"For example, Liu Weidong, you are lame, and you dragged a paralyzed man. I am afraid that life will be difficult in the future. But as long as you change your mouth, you will not only have 200,000 yuan, but you can also raise a dog for President Hong. Insurance and one housing fund, starting with a monthly salary of 10,000."

He looked at Qian Shizhong again.

"There is also old money, don't you want to be an official? You know that the energy of our Chief Hong, an adult representative can still operate."

After speaking, he looked at Cao Xiaofang.

"There is also this Madam Cao. Although there is no young son, there are still several descendants. I can arrange your eldest son to work in the group, and I can also arrange your eldest grandson to study in a key high school in the city."

...

He called them one by one, and each gave a different condition.

A few people really looked a little shaken, but Qian Shizhong and Yuan Xiaochuan's expressions changed drastically when they were awakened.

What conditions are being given here are clearly warning them: I know your situation very clearly, and the smart ones should be aware of it!

"The last name is Yang!"

The old money glared on the spot.

"I must not be afraid of you in the black jail, and now I must not be afraid of your threats."

With that said, everyone suddenly realized.

"threat?"

Yang Sanli chuckled.

"Old money, old money, after you have been an official for decades, things are still unclear."

After that, he ignored the violent money moments, and just looked at each person's face one by one.

"To be honest, I really admire your courage."

He looked around the field of vision, with a weird smile at the corner of his mouth, and threw the last sentence before leaving.

"Do you think you are only challenging President Hong and the Hongmao Group? No, you are challenging the entire Hongmao City."

…………

Because of Yang Sanli's disruptive situation, this celebration was really disappointed.

It didn't take long for everyone to return to their homes with little interest.

Zhang Jie was at the end with a lot of thoughts.

The residential area she rented is called "Wangjiang Terrace". It is condescending and overlooks the bustling night scenes on both sides of Qishui River. It is a local high-end residential area, and the monthly rent is quite high.

Fortunately, the pet clinic she opened before is somewhat famous in the local area and the income is considerable. Although after paying for the rent, car supply, and miscellaneous expenses, there is no surplus. However, her daily life is pretty good. The petty bourgeoisie in her circle of friends is full of petty bourgeoisie. In the eyes of others, she barely stepped on the tail of "white rich and beautiful".

But that was before being locked into a black jail in the quarry.

Go home.

She turned on all the lights one by one, and then opened all the doors one by one, until she could no longer feel the slightest darkness and cramping, she threw herself on the sofa and figured out what to do with her life in the future. ?

Obviously, the clinic can't be opened anymore, and there is no other reason, but the whole street where the store is located is the property of a relative of Hong Daihai.

She was thinking.

"Ding Dong."

The doorbell rang suddenly.

"Who is it?"

In the eyes of the cat, a woman in professional attire responded through the door:

"For the property, read the water meter."

If only a few days ago, she would definitely be afraid to open it.

But firstly, Hong Daihai's thugs in Anyuan had already been sentenced, and secondly, he was in a high-end community, and the property looked familiar.

So as she opened the door, she complained:

"Why is it so late? I'm still here to copy water..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Seeing an apologetic smile from the female property, she opened her body to reveal the two big men in black suits behind her, and Yang Sanli in the middle of the big men.

Zhang Jie shivered and hurried to close the door, but one hand reached the door first.

...

"I will never retract the confession!"

In the living room, Zhang Jie plucked up his courage and gritted his teeth and said.

Yang Sanli laughed, and looked at the decoration of the house casually. He walked around in the living room and suddenly pressed the light switch.

The room suddenly dimmed, and Zhang Jie shivered subconsciously, curled up on the sofa like a conditioned reflex.

When Yang Sanli saw this, Shi Shiran walked over, pulled a chair, and sat on the opposite side of the coffee table.

"Bought the house?"

Zhang Jie stared without speaking.

"That's rented."

He smiled and asked again.

"The rent is not cheap, right?"

Zhang Jie shivered, but still did not answer.

Yang Sanli still smiled and asked:

"Can your clinic still be opened?"

Zhang Jie finally reacted, she cast a frightened and resentful look at her.

"You're finished? Give me out when you're finished! Or I'll call the police! 200,000 want me to..."

Yang Sanli interrupted her suddenly.

"Not two hundred thousand."

He beckoned, and the black suit next to him put a suitcase on the coffee table. Opening it up, a stack of red and orange tickets made people sway in their hearts.

"It's half a million!"

Zhang Jie's eyes flickered, but what she immediately thought of was the pain and torment she suffered in the dark, narrow and cramped "sarcophagus".

She grabbed the phone and stared at Yang Sanli and the two black suits warily.

"I will call the police if you don't get out! I don't want your bad money! I only want you to go to jail!"

Unexpectedly, Yang Sanli was not angry, and even nodded.

"Of course, we deserve it. We should be sentenced, we should go to jail, but..."

Yang Sanli opened another suitcase, put the two well-filled suitcases together, and pushed them in front of Zhang Jie.

"Anyuan Company is Anyuan Company, and Hongmao Group is Hongmao Group."