purple mist

Seeing words is like seeing people, which is a common saying of the older generation.

Just like seeing old age at three years old, one's character can often be seen from a person's words.

However, as the times progressed, typefaces gradually replaced handwriting.People are used to seeing square and square characters, and they are used to well-behaved strokes and strokes.

Handwriting style, gradually withdrawing from the circle of clichés.

Lu Wei closed the cap of the signature pen and made a click in the silence.

"Finished?" Xue Bin, who was in handcuffs, raised his head, staring at Lu Wei with his dark eyes.

Lu Wei let out a "huh" and carefully read the "review" written in sharp edges and corners from top to bottom.

He unhurriedly took out a silver knife from his pocket, flicked his wrist lightly, the silver light flashed, and cut off the piece of paper neatly.

Xue Bin squinted his eyes, and he could tell at a glance that it was the butterfly/knife that Xue Han carried with him.

I still remember that in junior high school, Xue Han was a restless master, and his subordinates would not stop during class. He turned the gel pen into a flower, and was "praised" by the head teacher at that time for inventing a real version of the bamboo pen. dragonfly.

Want to ask why is it a gel pen?

Xue Bin still clearly remembered the answer Xue Han gave him: the automatic pen broke its lead, and the fountain pen dropped its ink.

Later, Xue Han stopped playing with his pen, saying that he was afraid that he would really fly into the sky, but in fact he just felt bored.

——So Xue Bin gave him a butterfly/knife with a blade.

At first glance, it looks gaudy and dazzling, arrogant and flashy.

But Xue Bin felt that this was very similar to Xue Han, who seemed lazy and harmless, but secretly murderous.

It seemed that Lu Wei put it back into his pocket calmly just to let Xue Bin take a look at the dazzlingly bright knife.

He raised his wrist again to check the time, six minutes had passed.

"What's Mr. Xue thinking about?"

Xue Bin's gaze stayed on Lu Wei's pocket for a moment, and then he slowly sank back, leaning against the hard back of the chair, between his spine.

But he didn't feel it at all, his eyes were dark and unclear, and he said in a hoarse voice pretending to be mysterious: "If I say, it was Qin Bo who pulled my hand and punctured his main artery..."

"Lu Wei, do you believe it?"

In the monitoring room next door, Chen Bingrui, who was wearing a headset, sprayed the bitter coffee that had just been poured into his mouth with a "poof", and immediately abandoned the BUFF bonus in a moment.

Chen Bingrui frantically tore a few paper towels to clean up the "crime scene" indiscriminately, then hurriedly dropped the headset, copied a bottle of mineral water from a cardboard box on the ground beside him, and rolled his eyes as soon as he opened the door Turned around and came back to get another bottle.

In the interrogation room, Xue Bin looked at Lu Wei with great interest.

But to Xue Bin's disappointment, he didn't see the slightest bit of surprise or amazement on Lu Wei's face.

It seemed that what he was talking about was just a trivial matter, not enough to stir Lu Wei's nerves.

guessed?

Xue Bin's expression suddenly sank, and he suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, thinking that it was really interesting.

On the contrary, Lu Wei looked at Xue Bin indifferently, his eyes were as calm as a frozen pond, he didn't answer his question, instead he wrote and drew a few strokes, and said casually: "What was your last name before? "

This unreasonable interrogation method misplaced Xue Bin's prepared remarks. He frowned and said a word in a bad mood: "Xu."

And Lu Wei's timely and clear demeanor stimulated Xue Bin even more.

Only people have always been unable to understand his emotions, why is he timid now?

"you……"

Just as he opened his mouth a little irritably, the door of the interrogation room was knocked symbolically a few times, and Chen Bingrui walked in holding two bottles of mineral water with one hand.

Xue Bin glanced darkly at the policeman with crooked brows and eyes that seemed unintimidating.

Chen Bingrui didn't know Xue Bin's evaluation of him, so he walked away from the empty paper cup in Xue Bin's hand, replaced it with a bottle of mineral water, and muttered: "There is still an hour before dinner, Mr. Xue should drink some water first." I'm hungry, I'll bring you something to eat later."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Xue Bin in a vague way, turned his back and controlled the volume just enough for Xue Bin to hear, and said to himself: "I'm that elite lawyer Doriso, huh... "

While talking, Chen Bingrui quietly gave Lu Wei an OK gesture.

Lu Wei watched Chen Bingrui calmly and put a bottle of mineral water for him.

Chen Bingrui rolled it easily, stuffed the note on the table into his cuff, and walked out of the interrogation room unhurriedly.

"Where did you just say?" Lu Wei absent-mindedly unscrewed the bottle and took a sip of water, then raised his wrist and looked at his watch for the third time.

The act of frequently checking the time actually often appears on social occasions.

At the wine table, at the party, or even at the meeting, Xue Bin almost felt that Lu Wei was going to say "Sorry, I still have a schedule to leave."

Xue Bin couldn't help raising his eyes to scan around, then looked at the handcuffs on his wrist with a frown, thinking that this is the interrogation room, right?This guy is interrogating, right?Why do you feel that he is in such a hurry?

"Speaking of my surname being Xu before, Officer Lu." Xue Bin's eyes darkened a lot, and there was a hint of impatience between his brows.

Lu Wei glanced at him lightly, and said quietly: "Could Mr. Xue change his title, I will be distracted if you call him Police Officer Lu."

Xue Bin: "..."

Your god didn't know where his mother was going, okay? ! ! !How many serious questions have you asked? ! ! !

Can you change someone? ! ! !Crayon Shin-chan is fine too! ! ! !

……

At this time, the conference room of Honey Talk Jewelry Group.

"I can help you, free of charge, does your company need it?"

Xue Han was sitting next to an executive with a middle split head, holding his head with a smile that was not a smile.

Seeing that the white-bearded shareholder raised his eyebrows and wanted to ask him his name, Xue Han gave an impatient "tsk", took out the business card holder from his pocket, and flicked it on the table...

The elaborate and luxurious business cards were spread out on the huge conference table like a peacock spreading its tail.

"You are Xue Han?" The white-bearded shareholder picked up a business card from the table, and his tone was rather unclear.

"It's right here." With a smile on Xue Han's face, Xu Xu raised his hand and clenched an antique-like fist indecently.

Several corporate executives were given tasks ahead of time. Once Xue Han came back, they had no choice but to cooperate, and they all became silent like ostriches with their heads buried.

"You're that...that...who's here?" A younger shareholder pinched his business card, pointed at Xue Han and tapped his own temple, racking his brains over and over again.

Xue Han casually glanced at the head of the shareholder who could already see the turf, and said with a rare considerate smile: "Yes, yes, it's the little one from that so-and-so family."

"..."

It's the same as not saying it, there is a basket for it.

"Okay." The white-bearded shareholder seems to be the boss here, and he is also a clear-cut person. He patted the table, turned a blind eye to the sullen-faced executives, and turned to this young man named Xue Han. Said in a deep voice: "Xue Han, don't play around with my old man with things like business cards."

"Not to mention that this is just a nominal position, let's say that you have been kicked out of the Xue family for so many years, and it is your younger brother who holds the real power. We have no reason to talk nonsense with you here."

He paused, then turned a corner and continued: "However, the situation is special now. It's okay if Mr. Xue is wronged, but once it is confirmed that Mr. Xue killed someone..."

With a deep and powerful voice, and with an unconvinced solemnity, he snorted coldly at the senior executives: "With this group of soft-footed shrimp who only know how to act according to the rules and regulations, will our group of shareholders lose their pants?" Are there any left?!"

Xue Han still had a good impression of this white beard, and he heard that he had left a gap for himself, so Xue Han gave him a few chuckles of face, and said leisurely: "You are Wu Ju, Mr. Wu, right? I have been investing for so many years, and I don’t need me to analyze it with you.”

"From yesterday to now, you must be aware of the situation in the stock market. In fact, it's no wonder that these few people who only know how to follow the rules and regulations don't care about things. Those who really manage things don't sit here at all."

His amber eyes swept across with a playful look, and he was satisfied to see a little stiffness from the senior executives.

Xue Han's three or two sentences completely confirmed the doubts in the hearts of the shareholders of Whitebeard.

That's why there was such a big incident in Honey Talk, and no one from the senior management stepped forward to block the news from the inside to minimize the risk?Instead, let the employees hurry and dodge?

I'm afraid that who doesn't know that the president killed someone.

In this way, is there a person who is second only to Xue Bin in power, or even comparable to Xue Bin, who gave the death order behind his back?Let the news leak out, no matter whether Xue Bin killed someone or not, but let him never sit in this position again?

The white-bearded shareholder stared at the handsome young man basking in the spring breeze, and tentatively said: "Isn't this a good thing for you?"

Xue Han blinked inexplicably, and dragged his voice: "Mr. Wu, do my brother and I look like we have some deep hatred?"

Not to mention the shareholders, even the executives were stunned.

Xin said that you were sent out of the country, and Xue Bin became the president. Isn't this the template plot of the rich and powerful?

"Hey." Xue Han let out a long sigh with deep hatred, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "My brother has a bad temper. I did have some conflicts with him in the early years, but it was from kindergarten. Just play big brothers together, how come there are so many bloody plots?"

"He has a talent for doing business, why should I not do it?"

Maybe it's because of his expression, except for the white-bearded shareholder, everyone was a little shaken.

Seeing the appearance of the white beard sitting firmly on Mount Tai, Xue Han shook his head as if admitting defeat, took off the frayed ink-colored braided bracelet on his wrist, put it on the table, and said casually: "Here, this, You, President Xue, made it up when you were in the fourth grade of primary school."

Executives: "That Mr. Xue?! Such a girly heart?!"

Xue Han took out his wallet again, and pulled out a black card with a limit of bluffing at first sight. With the corners of his lips hooked, he held it between two slender fingers and shook it in front of everyone's eyes before flipping over to the back of the card. Bin Xiao's signature was printed on it.

"Here, I stayed in your Mr. Xue's office for a few days a few years ago. My brother had no money to spend, and my brother was 'filial'."

——Actually, he himself asked Xue Bin for the reimbursement fee.

"Oh, that's right." Xue Han seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and continued to speak calmly: "We even ordered stir-fried pork liver for several days to eat in his office, you can also confirm with the restaurant downstairs. "

"And this, this, this..."

I don't know how Xue Hanman took out so many gadgets from his two small pockets, and put them on the table one by one.

There are Xue Bin's cufflinks, a signature pen engraved with his name, and even a spare official seal.

If other things, including the black card, can't represent anything, then the official seal, which can directly control the company after being stamped, does not just symbolize the word trust.

Together with the white-bearded shareholders, they all looked at the official seal with distorted expressions, and could only think that what Xue Han said was true...

At this time, Xue Han, who still wanted to take something out, held his empty pocket, frowned slightly, and murmured, "Where's my knife?"

Everyone: "Knife??????"

The white beard shareholder finally raised his hand and said seriously, "Okay, I believe it. Tell me, what do you want to do now?"

Only then did Xue Han recover from the "lost the knife" incident, and let out an absent-minded "Oh".

……

President Xue, who still doesn't know that he has been "assaulted", is sitting in the interrogation room and constantly deepening the gap between his brows, like a pressure cooker that is about to explode.

And the culprit who constantly put pressure on Xue Bin still asked some unimportant questions like a routine.

It wasn't until Lu Wei slowly raised his wrist to check the time several times, and when Xue Bin finally couldn't bear it anymore, Chen Bingrui opened the door of the interrogation room again.

Lu Wei's eyes dimmed, and he looked at the autopsy report that had just been updated in Chen Bingrui's hand.

——It finally came.