can not help

On the top floor of the hotel in Las Vegas, Murong Ling sat gracefully at the head of the conference table, his eyes casually swept over the calm faces of every senior executive, feeling the uneasiness that they were deeply suppressed in their hearts.These people, no matter what they are good at, can be regarded as leaders in that field, but when they get here, they have become fish on the chopping board, and they can only be slaughtered by the person in front of them.Once they entered this room, they were prepared not to get out.

"Where do we start?" The gentle voice blew through everyone's ears like a spring breeze, but it sounded like a sharp knife to everyone's ears, trying to pry open a crack in their hearts that they thought were rock-solid.

None of the people present opened their mouths, as if as long as they kept silent, they could escape the catastrophe.

Murong Ling lowered his head and straightened his sleeves, and said slowly, "I have plenty of time, it's okay, let's take our time."

In such a large conference room, dozens of high-level executives pretended to be dumb as if they had made an appointment in advance, and even forgot to make eye contact.When people face difficulties, they always have a fluke mentality, and always feel that it is just in case.

Murong Ling smiled lowly, and tapped his fingers on the table 'da, da, da'. The soft, slow, rhythmic voice echoed in the quiet conference room. Once and for all, it seemed to tap into everyone's heart. Heart.

An invisible coercion filled the entire conference room, and the oppressive atmosphere continued for 10 minutes, 10 minutes on Tuesday, 10 minutes on Wednesday...an hour.The air conditioner in the room was whistling hot air. I wonder if the temperature was adjusted too high, and beads of sweat were attached to everyone's forehead.Especially the fat man sitting in the middle, his whole face seemed to have just been fished out of the water, sweat flowed down the protruding cheeks, and the clothes on his belly were wetted drop by drop.

Murong Ling's eyes swept over him several times, and his deep smile caused the fat man's drainage to rise sharply, and it was expected to become the only landscape in this room - the real waterfall.

The wall clock walked alone as if no one was around, and the temperature of the air conditioner seemed to be getting higher and higher.A few people couldn't stand it anymore, quietly moved their numb buttocks, raised their hands several times to wipe the sweat from their foreheads, but were afraid that their actions would bring disaster to them, so they resisted a little He raised his hand and put it back to the original place, hoping that someone would be the first bird to divert the attention of the chief and give them a chance to catch their breath.

Buzzing, the faint sound caused by the vibration of the mobile phone was particularly prominent in the quiet conference room, and the fat man who had been washed with water almost slid off his seat in fright.He smiled awkwardly, slowly returned to his original position, and took the opportunity to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Murong Ling glanced at the calling number, picked up the phone unhurriedly, swipe to answer it, and the corner of his mouth raised a strange arc.

"Sir, it's been resolved." The caller lowered his voice and simply reported the result. Of course, no one could hear him except Murong Ling.

Murong Ling glanced at everyone present with deep meaning, and smiled unabated: "Understood, remember to clean up."

deal with what?Who is it dealing with?What the hell does it mean to take such a call during a meeting?What's the point of calling them over and not saying anything for over an hour?By the way, it must be to trap them here, and then we will draw their salaries from the bottom of the pot!

If the original oppressive atmosphere in the office just made them tense, this phone call became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The 'fat camel' that had just been fished out of the water, just adjusted its sitting posture, fell down again, and crawled to Murong Ling's feet, with two wet and fat paws tightly clenched Murong Ling's trousers, which were originally ironed and straight, were immediately scratched and wrinkled.

"Sir, sir...you...I..." The fat man was trembling and somewhat incoherent.

Murong Ling let him grab the expensive trousers on his body for nothing, and the smile on the corner of his mouth made everyone's hair stand on end.

"Abel, sit back first." Murong Ling let the fat man be the first chicken again, and turned to the assistant sitting behind him, "Bring me a cup of coffee."

The assistant responded, got up and went out to the tea room.

Murong Ling waited for the fat man to finally move back to his seat before he said, "I'm easy to talk, so if you like to talk, you can talk slowly one by one, and I'll listen; .Of course, the confession will be lenient. You can think about it and discuss with each other. My coffee is here, and your time for consideration is also here."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and signaled everyone to go at their own pace.

Everyone's face turned pale, who dare to say that they are clean?The higher-ups want to punish you. If you take an extra pen from the company, it can be said that you are corrupt. Of course, these people cannot have any thoughts about a pen.

It took a long time for the assistant to pour the coffee, and a bunch of people in the tea room chattered around him asking the big boss, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, what he was doing with so many people.

The assistant ground and brewed coffee calmly with a blank expression, and let these people talk about everything from internal business war discussions to how handsome the big boss is.He secretly murmured in his heart that it was more interesting to watch the big boss play cat and mouse in the conference room, although the atmosphere was really a bit irritating.

Just when he finally finished all the procedures and was about to return to the office, a female colleague who was impromptu dictating a [-]D story jumped in front of the assistant and accidentally knocked over the coffee in the assistant's hand.

She didn't care about the coffee, but she didn't take less.

"Carl, don't leave yet, tell us quickly." The man squeezed her own choppy chest while speaking.

The assistant looked down at the white-faced steamed buns, and continued to make another cup of coffee with a poker face. This time, he did not rush back, but looked at the people around him who were eagerly looking at him, and said: "They're just sitting, and." Speaking of this, he looked at the 'Big Mac' that happened to be blocking his way, "The coffee that was just spilled was the boss's."

After speaking, the assistant went straight into the conference room without looking sideways, leaving a group of people in a mess in the wind.

The assistant put the coffee lightly on the table, walked back to his chair and sat down.

Murong Ling kept his eyes closed for a while as if he was taking a nap. Seeing this, some of the others secretly sent text messages and some whispered.There was a slight "da" sound under the coffee cup, and the room became silent again. Murong Ling opened his eyes, picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, and then put down the cup.

"Let's start reporting now."

Everyone, look at me, and I look at you.

The fat man who almost peed stood up tremblingly: "Sir, I..."

"You have 5 minutes to report." Murong Ling interrupted him, and tapped his watch, "The progress of the report is under control, I don't want to listen to nonsense."

"Sir! Sir! Listen to me!" The fat man seemed to be stimulated by this sentence, and the sweat that had just disappeared covered his forehead again. I admit that I participated in this arms sale, but I really wasn't the mastermind, and I also obeyed, thinking it was you who signaled it."

Speaking of this, the fat man looked at Murong Ling, waiting for him to say something.

"Ten minutes left."

"Sir! I really only participated in this one time. I didn't draw a penny in the middle of the interest. I just set up a line. I communicated with the person in charge of the theater. It was Hank who asked me to do this. Hank is the president of Las Vegas. Person in charge, I respect you from the bottom of my heart, I thought this was your order..."

"Time's up, next one."

Murong Ling had no expression on his face, he couldn't tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with this explanation, nor could he tell whether he was a prophet or not.

Whether he knew it or not, the man sitting next to the fat man knew he was done.

It was clearly agreed just now, let's see what cards Murong Ling has before waiting for an opportunity, but this fat man threw away all the things he discussed just now, and he wanted to go up and lick him like a pug, and quickly picked himself up clean , the son of a bitch!

The man glared fiercely at the fat man who sat down with his support on the table. Just as he was about to speak, a white man in his 60s stood up abruptly.

"Alva! What the hell do you mean!"

Murong Ling raised his eyes: "Jesse, I haven't started the roll call yet, what are you in a hurry for?"

"What are you trying to do today? Catch all of us? Among the people present, is there anyone who is clean? Could it be that we are all being kicked out?" Jesse snorted contemptuously, "Murong Ling, are your hands clean? "

Murong Ling smiled lowly and said, "There's no rush to turn over my affairs, it's never too late to take care of me when the group decides what you say."

"you!"

Just when the assistant was pouring the coffee, Jesse received more than one message. Several places under him were checked by the police one by one, combined with what happened today.

"Calm down when you're older." Murong Ling turned the finger wrench in his hand, and his tone didn't fluctuate because of the man's unreasonableness. "It's not you who hurt your body and suffered from anger."

"Do you really think you can swallow this alone? Are you afraid of dying?" Jesse's eyes were stern. If he were not in the conference room now, if there were not so many people around, he would have drawn out the gun at his waist without hesitation. The man in front of him fired a shuttle of bullets, smashing his unbeaten face into pieces!

Murong Ling chuckled, and said to the people who were still trembling and didn't know where to turn their eyes: "The others dismiss the meeting."

Without saying a word, Murong Ling sat quietly on the chair, as if he suddenly became very interested in the wrench on his hand.

How dare other people stay longer, wishing to fly out with two wings, but the door of the meeting room is so big, and the number of people it can accommodate at the same time is only so small.Of course, there is still an exception. Before that, he frankly looked back at the person who was sitting leisurely and playing with his fingers.

No matter how big the meeting room is, it is just a meeting room, and no matter how many people are in the meeting, there are only about twenty people. After a while, there are only two people left in the huge meeting room.

Jesse was still standing, the malevolence in his eyes increasing as time went on.

"Okay, don't hold it up, sit down." Murong Ling finally let go of his fingers and put his elbows on the table, "I'm unarmed now, and you can tell what I'm wearing at a glance, and I don't have anything now." Others, don't worry?"

Leather shoes, trousers, shirts, ties, it is really clear at a glance.Anyone who wants to hide a hard point in thin clothes can't hide it.

Jesse sneered, touched his waist subconsciously, and then sat down.

Seeing his extremely vigilant look, Murong Ling smiled: "Well... where should we start talking?"

Jesse fixed his eyes on Murong Ling, not letting go of his every move, he is now a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, although he really doesn't want to admit that he is a sheep.

Murong Ling: "Why don't we start with the few text messages you just received?"

"It really is you!" Jesse's big eyes almost popped out, those were his painstaking efforts, so many years of hard work!

Murong Ling: "Don't be so eager to pour dirty water on me, don't you think you should beg me to protect you now?"

Jesse disdained: "Please? Oh! I might as well ask God."

Murong Ling never took this kind of pediatric provocation to heart, and said, "What did the police find today? Tell me, I'm really curious."

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Recently, I have been forced to change the picture for Party A’s father. The text is tentatively scheduled to be updated every 2 to 3 days. Bow