Late at night, a private room in the basement of the Ogilvy Hotel.
"So, two people died?"
"Yes, Sister Ninth, Lao Zhou...hey! If Brother Feng hadn't tried his best to save him this time, I might have been trapped there."
Chongzi looked pale, and because he spoke too fast, he couldn't stop coughing.
I hurriedly explained: "What happened this time was purely an accident! No one could have prevented it!"
Jiu Qingning was leaning on the sofa, holding a thin women's cigarette in her hand. She slowly exhaled the smoke and said: "Xiang Bantou, there are risks in this business. It's normal for something to happen. I don't care about Lao Zhou's life or death, even if he
When he dies, I will also give his family a sum of money. All I care about is, how much profit will you get this time?"
"Probably... around 450,000."
In fact, I haven't had time to look at the items in the bag, so this number is just an estimate.
"Only this little?"
"No! We are just exploring this time! The big stuff from the reservoir hasn't come out yet! You have to give me more time!"
She laughed after hearing this, grabbed the ashtray and said with a smile: "Xiang Boutou, I didn't say I wouldn't give you time, why are you panicking? Since I asked you to lead the team, I fully trust your ability! Come on, work hard,
Please... don't let me down."
When she said the last sentence, her tone deliberately paused for two seconds, and my palms became sweaty while listening.
This is encouragement, but also a warning! If my output cannot increase in a short period of time, I'm afraid she won't be polite to me. The cheongsam woman also said that she would send someone to dispose of Lao Zhou's body tomorrow. We can't let people stay here all the time.
Soaking in the reservoir.
It was already late at night when I returned to the room, but I didn't feel sleepy at all. Xiaoxuan brought me some hot water and asked softly: "Do you feel like you're riding a tiger and it's hard to get off?"
"That's not the case. It's just because two people died in one day that we feel a little uncomfortable."
"Xiaoxuan, why do you think Lao Zhou suddenly drowned?"
Xiaoxuan frowned: "I think it's strange too. Don't forget that he was carrying a gas tank at the time. Logically speaking, he couldn't have drowned in the water."
"No...this is very strange." I shook my head and recalled the underwater scene.
I remember that Lao Zhou was carrying a gas cylinder but not a mask. There were only two possibilities: either someone pulled off his mask while we were not paying attention, or he took off his mask and committed suicide.
Although it sounds a bit nonsense, there is also a third possibility, which is "ghost possession".
The middle-aged woman was so resentful that she killed Lao Zhou in the water. Otherwise, how could Lao Zhou still smile after he drowned? I get chills down my back when I think of that scene.
People in our industry more or less believe in these things, otherwise I wouldn’t have taken the initiative to check my household registration for 400,000 yuan and ask him to help me eliminate the disaster.
Xiaoxuan walked up behind me and gently squeezed my shoulders. She said, "Stop thinking so wildly. Yunfeng, you have to have a good sleep. Do you know that you haven't slept all day and night?"
"Hey... I can't sleep. You should rest first. I'll go check for bugs."
When I went to the bug room, he was lying on the sofa, chewing an apple and watching TV. When he saw me coming in, he hurriedly got up.
"No, no! You're not ready yet, just lie down. Let me ask you a few words."
