Although the fat man named Lao Fat is fat, he is not stupid. He has always felt that his IQ is directly proportional to his weight. He retorted excitedly: "Why me?"
"Fat will reduce the damage of the blow! It will buffer the pressure!" the reporter who made the suggestion explained professionally.
"Wipe it! This is so unfair. Although I am a fat man, there are also peripheral nerves in my fat!" the fat man said angrily.
"Then what should we do? Mr. Tang said that if this interview is successful, the manuscript fee is 10,000 yuan per article! This amount is enough for us to write for a year!"
"Let's do this. Let's draw lots. There are seven of us. One of us will write 'beating', and six will write 'beat'..." A reporter came up with an idea.
The seven people looked at each other and nodded sadly.
Amidst huge profits, there must be brave men. This is true. All seven people were attracted by the 10,000 yuan royalties. They were determined to win!
The old man took out a pen and paper, carefully divided it into seven pieces of paper of the same size, then wrote on them, rolled them into a ball, held them in his hand and shook them a few times, and murmured: "Tian Lingling,
Di Lingling, you must let me pick it up."
After shaking for a while, he stretched out his palms and asked everyone to draw lots. A reporter picked one, unfolded the note, and said with a happy face: "Fuck it, haha, I'm a thug!"
Several other people looked at him with resentment and jealousy, and quickly picked up a paper egg each. In the end, only one paper egg was left in the old fat man's hand.
"I'm fighting!"
"Me too!"
"Haha, I wonder who is the one who was beaten?"
"Don't worry, my brother will beat me very gently!"
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In the end, everyone was shocked to find that all the six people caught were "beating", and the one who was beaten was obviously the old fat man.
The reporter who just wanted to beat the old fat man said: "I just said I would beat you, right? Old fat man, God is fair, you can take the most, so you will definitely get the beating."
The old fat man lay on the ground obediently, with a sad look on his face, which made the other six beasts want to laugh.
"Can you please stop slapping me in the face?" The fat man always thought he had a handsome face, even though he was fat.
You may have seen a very fat face, or you may have seen a very handsome face, but a handsome and fat face is rare, and it is very valuable to collect, right?
"Silly! Old fat man! You are wrong. You can't just focus on face without your body! I think you can't hit your body. If you want to hit, just hit your face. If you just hit your face into a pig's head, will the guards be hurt physically?
We won’t investigate.” A reporter said kindly.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The old fat man was lying on the ground, stroking his fat and handsome face in self-pity and crying. He gritted his teeth tragically. "Hit me! I--don't cover my face."
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The six colleagues all looked at him with encouraging eyes and said: "Don't worry, old fat man, we will hit the ground very gently!"
The old man gritted his teeth, and the other six people kicked the old man's fat face wildly.
This is a strange picture. In a cafe with an elegant environment and soft music, valuable oil paintings are hung on the walls, and dim and moody lights are softly sprinkled. A tall fat man is lying on the bed.
On the clean solid wood floor, his six colleagues punched and kicked him crazily, as if they were beating their father-killing enemy.
The most shocking thing is that the fat man lying on the ground always has such a determined look in his eyes, like a revolutionary pioneer who is looking forward to death. He always clenches his teeth and looks solemn and solemn without saying a word.
From a distance, it looks like a silent movie playing silently.
Everyone around was watching blankly. Even the waiter was dumbfounded. Damn it, is this performance art?
After the beating lasted for a full three minutes, the six colleagues sat down on their seats panting - it was so cool! They secretly sighed in their hearts, beating others was really a good way to relieve stress.
The old fat man with a bruised nose and swollen face stood up tremblingly, with a streak of nosebleed hanging under his nose. He grinned very cutely and asked: "How was the effect?"
"It's perfect!" A reporter expressed his sincere admiration for this collective work.
"Then... let's go for the interview!" Old Fatty said ignorantly. How dedicated!
The group of people hid all the interview equipment and helped the old man to the entrance of the hospital.
"Stop!" The officer walked up to them again with his hands behind his back and shouted at them.
"Some of us are injured!" A reporter pretended to be extremely anxious.
The officer glanced at the old fat man's severely deformed face and exclaimed in surprise: "Yo! It's really true! It's quite serious." Several reporters echoed: "Yes, yes, it's almost like a pig's head!"
"But -" the officer said in embarrassment: "I can't let you in. No one can enter tonight! If you are in a hurry, I can take you to the nearest hospital in a car!"
What a rip-off! The old man let out a scream in his heart and couldn't help but faint. This was so fucking frustrating. He got beaten so hard in vain! He didn't say a word, just gritted his teeth and persisted, revolutionary martyr!
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In Tang Yi's luxuriously furnished office, in a priceless antique gramophone, a collector's edition of the "Karayaan Conductor Opera Series" vinyl record slowly rotated, and a high-pitched and tragic opera was slowly playing. In Long
In Fei's eyes, this sounds much uglier than Erernzhuan!
Tang Yi took a few photos and admired them: "Look... look at Qian Xuewen's twisted face, his convulsing body, and his desperate eyes. How shocking it all is! Photography is so professional! It's simply
It’s a work of art!”
Long Fei also looked at these photos with a smile, full of joy, these are collector's edition photos that were exchanged for his life! With this news, Ruihui Company will definitely fall apart.
As for the dead Qian Xuewen, what does it count to him? Just an insignificant chess piece! In the early stage of capital accumulation, some extraordinary means must be used. After taking apart the glamorous appearance and looking behind it, which rich man is there?
The history of the family is not a bloody crime manual!
At this moment, there was a knock on the door in the office. Tang Yi put the photos away and said in a low voice: "Come in."
Several reporters walked in, all of them dejected.
Tang Yi looked at them and asked: "Old Fatty, what's wrong with you? Why did you become a pig's head?"
"Uh - hit - hit a tree." The old man could only explain. Several other reporters let out a burst of suppressed laughter with ulterior motives, which made the old man so depressed that he wanted to stab them to death.
"How's it going? Did you find anything useful?" Tang Yi crossed his legs and took a sip of the green tea in the cup.
"This..." Everyone was embarrassed and silent for a while. Tang Yi had a very high prestige among employees. He was a typical person who did not get angry and was self-defeating, so no one dared to speak.
"It's okay. If things don't go well, tell me the reason!" Tang Yi knew very well that sometimes a boss's too harshness would cause his subordinates to conceal a lot of useful information, so he tried to soften his tone.
"That's right...Mr. Tang." It was the old man who spoke first. "As soon as we arrived at the hospital, we found that the hospital was surrounded by military personnel, and outsiders were not allowed in!"
Tang Yi nodded thoughtfully, his eyebrows wrinkled little by little.
Everyone saw that Tang Yi was not angry, so they all started talking.
"The officer said that leaders from the military region are coming to inspect! Outsiders are not allowed to enter."
"Well, patients aren't allowed in either!"
"You have to be a family member of the patient to get in!"
"I think they must have deliberately concealed the news!"
"Ruihui Company has a strong background, does it have a military background?"
"I think it may be a bribe! How can the military get involved with foreign-funded enterprises!"
"Actually, it was us who injured him!" I don't know who shouted out. Everyone tried their best to hold back their laughter.
But Tang Yi couldn't laugh at all. How great is his ability to mobilize military regions? If this is the case, he has offended a big shot, and the consequences will be very unpleasant in the future!
Is it possible? It's just a second-rate foreign-funded company with assets worth tens of millions. If they have a relationship with the military, they don't have to produce health care products. A common drug purchased by a military region is enough for a pharmaceutical company to survive well.
Why are you still trying so hard to squeeze into the health care product market?
He felt that the other party was a top expert, and every move he made seemed to be expected by the other party. Ordinarily, that little girl Su Jiangchun would not have such a high level. Could it be that there is an expert on the board of directors?
According to my own intelligence network, the chairman of the other party only comes to the company once every six months. So far, he has never appeared. It is a typical foreign-funded enterprise management model of letting things go and only looking at financial statements. It is impossible to interfere too much in the company.
daily operations.
If he were to know that the actual operator of Ruihui Company was Xia Xiaoluo, who was only sixteen years old, he would definitely be so angry that he would vomit blood!
He must be too suspicious! He rubbed his head. The recent business war with Ruihui Company made him too tired and too nervous. Maybe some military commander really went to Tongwen Hospital to inspect? It was all just a coincidence.
Alas, he now feels that he has made a huge mistake, that is, he is self-reliant and unwilling to make friends with government officials. If he has a friend in the military or political circles, he can figure it out with just a phone call.
These are the things that bother him.
"It's okay!" He said to several of his reporters. "You just write, don't write the hospital's views, just write what you saw at the event, and add these pictures, these alone are enough for Ruihui Company to drink.
It’s a pot!”
He glanced at Long Fei confidently and said slowly: "I should say, let them fall into a place of no return!"
Long Fei laughed, patted Tang Yi on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Tang, thank you!"
Tang Yi smiled proudly. He thought proudly that some people are born with business wizards. They can bring a dying company back to life, or they can make a healthy company collapse in an instant, and he is obviously such a person.
A typical representative of this species.
He turned his head and said to several reporters: "It's okay, you go and write the manuscript! Hurry! There are still two hours left, and it will be typeset and sent to the printing factory!"
At this moment, several police officers walked in and said: "Tang Yi, we are staff of the Dongcheng District Public Security Bureau. Now I announce that you have been arrested. This is our arrest warrant."
"What? Why are you arresting me?" Tang Yi was not panicked on the surface, but his hand still shook slightly and shook off some cigarette ashes. "You are not fake, are you? Where is the police officer certificate? Show me.
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The leading police officer looked at him playfully and said: "As expected of a professor, his level is quite good and he understands the law quite well." He took out his police officer ID card and handed it to Tang Yi.
Tang Yi looked at it, nodded and said, "That's true. But tell me why you arrested me? Can you give me a reason?" His tone had softened a bit.
"It's very simple. Your magazines, such as "China Market Weekly" and "China Market Daily", are all illegal publications and have no publication numbers. At the same time, you are also suspected of using unfavorable news about the company to ask for hush money.
Blackmail!" the handsome police officer said loudly. "Are these charges enough?"
"Do you have any evidence?" Tang Yi sat on the sofa and said coldly.
"Don't worry! If the evidence is not solid, will our efforts to arrest you be in vain?" The police officer pressed his hands on his desk, looked down at him condescendingly and said with a smile.
Tang Yi closed his eyes in pain and leaned slumped on the sofa with a tired look on his face. At this moment, he was thinking, who did he offend? Will he be imprisoned like this?