When Han Bing saw that I was silent, he spread out the manuscript paper again and continued writing.
She said while writing: "In this world, few people can do things according to their own wishes."
I lowered my head, barely understanding what Han Bing said, but knowing that it must be the supreme truth.
"In order to survive, I have no choice but to do things I hate. Xiaomai is not the first, and he will definitely not be the last." Han Bing wrote with a rustling pen, raising his head to look at me from time to time.
"Wheat's father is also a business celebrity in Xinxiang City, but his business has been hit hard recently. He can only come back to life by relying on the power of the twelve zodiac signs..." Han Bingbing's cold voice passed through the office: "Otherwise, he will have no choice but to jump off the building.
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"The twelve zodiac signs... are just a group of princelings, but they have such great power?" I didn't believe it.
"Ha..." Han Bing gave a rare sneer, but did not see any change in his expression: "What kind of tricks can a group of brats still think about? Of course it is the interest group that really plays a role behind them."
I was a little stunned: "You mean...their father?"
Having said this, Han Bing finally put down his pen, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sky: "When the power and wealth of a group of people are gathered together, and the business and political circles are perfectly integrated, what kind of terrifying power can be achieved?"
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"Turn your hands to make clouds and turn your hands to make rain!" I made a very simple conclusion.
"Now you should know how scary these people are." Han Bing walked up to me and gently touched my face: "So, you must not drag yourself into it again."
I nodded numbly, feeling like a huge wave was arousing in my heart.
Han Bing then sat back at his desk, his expression softened a little, and then said: "Do you know what the first task was after Wheat was absorbed into the Chinese Zodiac?"
"What?"
"Attract those troublemakers out."
"Are they the ones who hung Chen Zhe and Hu Xiaoyang on the door?" My breathing became a little faster again.
"That's right." Han Bing was noncommittal.
"Why do we need wheat to do it?" It would be too cruel to let a child with the cleanest and purest smile in the world be severely beaten and then hung on the gate?