Zhang Jinqiang was stunned for a moment, scratched his head and said: "I forgot to ask..."
Everyone: "..."
"How about you stop eating today?" After a moment, Uncle Han said to Mr. Hong Kong.
Smelling the refreshing aroma and looking at the meat slices tumbling in the pot, Mr. Hong Kong swallowed hard and shook his head decisively: "No, this dog is mine, the pot is mine, and the dishes are mine, except for the electricity.
I prepared it all, and let me watch you eat it, how can I stand it?"
Uncle Han pursed his lips and said to Zhang Jinqiang: "Go and ask Qin Yao again why Mr. Hong Kong can't eat hot pot today."
"No need to ask." Mr. Hong Kong waved his hand and said firmly: "I'm determined to eat hot pot. No excuses will work!"
As he said that, he picked up the kuaizi and paused on the table. He directly reached into the soup pot and picked out a piece of dog meat. After blowing it twice, he stuffed it into his mouth.
"Huh, uh... feel good."
The dog meat that had been blown twice was still hot. Mr. Hong Kong kept breathing hot air from his mouth, but with a smile of infinite satisfaction on his face.
"Uh... uh..."
Suddenly, he seemed to have something stuck in his throat, his eyes opened wide, and he grabbed his neck with both hands, desperately trying to push the thing down, but as a result, his cheeks became redder and redder, and his breathing became harder and harder.
It was so heavy that he finally fell to the ground with a loud sound.
Uncle Han, Xiao Ding, and Zhang Jinqiang were all stunned. When they reacted and squatted on the ground to check on Mr. Hong Kong, they found that he had already died suddenly.
"In this case, should I call the police or an ambulance?"
After a long time, Xiao Ding murmured and asked.
The other two: "..."
"Xiao Ding, call an ambulance and ask for an autopsy on the body. A Qiang, go and ask Qin Yao and tell him I'm waiting for him in the office." Not long after, as the only leader here, Uncle Han made a quick decision.
.
The two subordinates took action quickly after receiving the order. Just a few minutes later, Qin Yao, who was expressionless, was brought into the office by A Qiang.
"How did Mr. Hong Kong die?"
Uncle Han stood in front of the table, not caring that Aqiang was still here, and asked directly.
"Didn't you see it? He's seeking death."
Qin Yao responded: "I told him not to eat hot pot, but he insisted on eating it. Who can be blamed if he dies?"
Uncle Han's cheek twitched and he said: "You are obviously capable of saving him."
Qin Yao looked strange and said, "Didn't I remind you?"
"What I mean is, come here in person and stop him from eating hot pot." Uncle Han said.
Qin Yao was speechless and said: "He and I are neither relatives nor friends, and we have no personal relationship at all. If it weren't for the relationship of colleagues, we would be almost strangers. I rushed to save him, but I still had to face his
If you don’t understand and blame me, am I cheap?”
Uncle Han: "..."
Although the principle is this principle, it is a life after all!!!
At this time, Qin Yao suddenly looked Uncle Han up and down, and said calmly: "For the sake of that cigarette, I remind you not to let Zhang Jinqiang leave. If you approve his resignation, he may encounter unknown circumstances.
"
Uncle Han was horrified, and a flash of fear quickly flashed in his eyes.
After what happened to Mr. Hong Kong, who dares to turn a deaf ear to his words now?
That night, the autopsy report was sent to the building. The security guards looked at each other in confusion as they looked at the cause of death of "choking to death by a dog bone." Their moods were quite complicated for a while.
Without Qin Yao's reminder, they could have regarded the matter as an accident, but with this reminder, Mr. Hong Kong became a fool seeking death.
From then on, other people in the security team simply stopped looking at Qin Yao as a human being, and regarded him as a god who could predict everything. They would do whatever they were asked to do, and others would not be allowed to do anything they were not allowed to do.
No matter how hard it is, they can't shake their firm belief.
On the seventh day after Mr. Hong Kong's death, the ashes and coffin were sent to the cemetery.
Uncle Han, Qin Yao, Fatty, Xiao Ding, Zhang Jinqiang and others came to see each other off as colleagues. Under the deep and heavy mourning music, a coffin was gently sent into the grave pit. The family members in front of the tombstone cried together, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn.
sad.
At the same time, in a large tomb not far away, the Taoist who was watching Feng Shui suddenly felt something in his heart. He raised his eyes to the place where the sorrow and music came from. His eyes swept across the faces and suddenly focused on Qin Yao.
He could tell at a glance that the other person was not a human being!!!
"What's wrong, Master Danyang?"
Next to the Taoist, a middle-aged man in a tailored suit asked softly.
Master Danyang stared at the man closely. Just when he was about to speak, he found that the man looked over. The powerful look made his eyes feel like being pricked by needles, and a basin of cold water poured down on his head.
.
"I'm fine..."
Danyang quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at the wealthy businessman beside him: "This tomb is naturally excellent. The old man can be buried with peace of mind."
"I feel relieved with your words." The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, took out a thick red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Danyang: "Master, please accept your kindness..."
"Brother Qin, what are you looking at?" Zhang Jinqiang asked in confusion in front of Mr. Hong Kong's grave.
Qin Yao withdrew his gaze and said quietly: "I'm looking at a good man."
"A good person?" Zhang Jinqiang was puzzled.
He would never know that in another time and space, because of his momentary weakness, Danyang died tragically in the dojo. In this case, the kind-hearted Danyang still told him the last way to deal with the evil ghost. It was a pity that
Got screwed again by this guy...
Two hours later.
Uncle Han drove everyone back to the Central Building in a van. Just when everyone was about to get off the bus, Zhang Jinqiang suddenly received a call from his wife...
"Uncle Han, I have to ask you for leave." After a while of exchanges, Zhang Jinqiang hung up the phone and said to Uncle Han who opened the car door.
"What's wrong?" Uncle Han asked subconsciously.
"My wife suddenly has a stomachache, and I want to take her to the hospital for a checkup." Zhang Jinqiang said embarrassedly in front of everyone.
"Okay." Uncle Han glanced at Qin Yao, nodded and said.
"How did you get there?" Qin Yao asked.
"Of course I'll take a taxi... I've lived for more than thirty years and I haven't even gotten into a car." Zhang Jinqiang laughed at himself.
"Too slow." Qin Yao shook his head and said to Uncle Han: "Captain, is it okay to borrow your car?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Han immediately put the car key back in and said, "You can use it as you like. Just fill it up with gas when you're done."
"Thanks."
Qin Yao said and got into the cab. After everyone else got out of the car, he started the vehicle and said calmly: "Aqiang, sit in front and show the way."
Zhang Jinqiang sat in the passenger seat with a grateful face and said sincerely: "Brother Qin, thank you, you are a good person."
Qin Yao waved his hand and said secretly: "What a fart, I just want to see the ghost fetus in your wife's belly..."