"Yes, old man." The housekeeper lowered his eyes and agreed, but he still felt that it would be difficult to find Song Beiye.
Song Beiye has too many friends and companions, and basically there are several hiding places, so you may not be able to find them.
But seeing that Mr. Song was so persistent in going to find Song Beiye and had no other instructions, he asked in a low voice: "Old man, do you need to do anything else?"
Mr. Song said with a straight face, "No, you go down first."
"Okay, old man, just call me if you have any orders." The butler lowered his eyes and withdrew.
After leaving Mr. Song's bedroom, he picked up his cell phone and asked those people to continue looking for Song Beiye according to the old man's instructions.
It wasn't like he didn't expect Song Beiye to be among those friends, so he also asked people to look for him.
But the hideouts of these people are not so easy to find.
…
Song Beiye sat there and asked the man who brought him wine, "Is Wang Biao back?"
"Brother Song, Brother Biao hasn't come back yet." The man delivering the wine said, Wang Biao was the man Song Beiye sent out to steal information.
"It's so slow to steal something, what a waste." Song Beiye cursed, took another sip of wine, frowned, "What kind of wine is this?"
"Baiwei..." said the man who delivered the wine.
"Drinking such low-quality wine for me, is your brain going crazy?" Song Beiye stood up, picked up the bottle, and poured the wine on the man's head.
Gurgling, the man felt a cold sensation on the top of his head, but he did not dare to speak.
No one dares to provoke Song Beiye here now.
"Go get some good wine!" Song Beiye said.
The man trembled and whispered: "Brother Song, you have finished all the good wine here, and this is the only thing left."
"Then you won't buy it!" Song Beiye looked at the man and couldn't help feeling impatient.
When had he ever had such a bad drink?
If it weren't for Song Beixi, he would have been drinking good wine tonight, holding a beauty in his arms, celebrating his becoming the chairman of Song Corporation.
"I, I don't have money, Brother Song, why don't you give me some money and I'll buy it for you right away!" the man said. The price of the wine Song Beiye wanted to drink was unusual, and he had no money.
And even if he had money, he wouldn't dare to put aside this money for Song Beiye.
You must know that Song Beiye is in trouble now. It is uncertain whether he can go back to be the second young master of the Song family. When the money he advanced is missing, won't it be tragic?
"Ask Wang Biao for it." Song Beiye threw down the bottle and slumped down on the sofa.
"Brother Biao has gone to do something for you..." the man reminded. Seeing that he squinted his eyes, he had drunk too much.
Just now I asked Wang Biao if he was back?
Now let him ask Wang Biao for money.
Song Beiye raised his eyelids slightly and thought about what he said. It seemed that Wang Biao had gone to do something for him.
He took out his wallet, opened it, and looked for it. There was no cash. He laughed at himself: "That's right. How can anyone use cash nowadays?"
As he said that, he took out his phone and pressed it. When there was no response, he realized that his phone was turned off.
He cannot turn on his phone, and even if he turns it on for a period of time, someone may find him.
Even if he is not from the Procuratorate, he can still be from Song Beixi.
Song Beixi, a brother who was related to him by blood, made him so miserable now?
When the man saw him taking out his mobile phone, he said, "Brother Song, why don't you transfer the money to me and I'll buy it."
Song Beiye was furious, "Go away, do you want me to reveal my current position?"
The man touched his nose and left.
But he was cursing disdainfully in his heart. He was indeed a dog in distress, and he didn't even dare to turn on the phone.
Song Beiye continued to lie on the sofa and stopped talking.
Two hours later, Wang Biao came back in a hurry and walked in on Song Beiye's secretary.
"Brother Song, I'm back." Wang Biao said.
Song Beiye opened his eyes, looked at Wang Biao, and asked drunkenly: "How is the matter?"
"I'll definitely succeed if I take action. You see, these are all stolen from your safe, and there are other, um, things from your company." Wang Biao put the documents in plastic bags on the sofa.
Song Beiye picked up the plastic bag.
"Brother Song, do you want to burn the documents in the bag now?" Wang Biao asked.
"I'm still useful." Song Beiye shook his head, squinted at the tied woman, raised his chin, and asked, "What's going on?"
"This woman wanted to call the police to arrest us. Fortunately, I reacted in time and tied her up directly. Otherwise, both you and I would be in trouble. Brother Song, this woman must teach her a lesson and not let her leave easily." Wang Biao pointed out.
He said while stroking the woman's forehead, waiting for Song Beiye's next instructions.
Song Beiye raised his eyebrows and looked at his secretary.
The secretary cried and shook his head: "Mr. Song, it's okay. I saw them trying to steal cash from the finance department, and I wanted to stop them, but they ignored them. That's why I thought of calling the police. I had no other intentions!
"
"Oh, you just want to call the police. As long as the police arrive, they can not only catch us, but also find out Brother Song's location. Brother Song, this woman is so vicious." Wang Biao squinted his eyes and looked at the secretary's swollen face.
I can't help but feel the restlessness in my body.
The other side of the secretary's face was swollen when he found out that she wanted to call the police.
But even though her cheeks are swollen, she has a good figure. The professional suit wraps her exquisite body very well, and she can draw away the soul of a man at any time.
Song Beiye looked at his secretary, "Do you want to call the police?"
The secretary shook his head, with tears in his eyes, "I just want to protect the company's finances..."
"Do you want the police to catch me?" Song Beiye did not listen to her excuse and continued to ask.
The secretary begged for mercy: "No, Mr. Song, the company's finances are all your money. Those people want to steal..."
"How could they hide it from the police if they didn't steal it!" Song Beiye picked up the empty wine bottle on the coffee table and threw it directly to the ground.
"Ah!" the secretary exclaimed, and the glass shattered and splashed on the ground.
A piece of glass splashed from the ground and scratched the secretary's face.
Wang Biao looked on and quickly said "tsk tsk" twice to express his distress.
Song Beiye is indeed a person who doesn't understand the beauty of beauty. If such a beautiful secretary wants to disfigure her, he will disfigure her.
The secretary covered his bleeding face and begged for mercy: "Mr. Song, I was wrong. I never dare to do it again."
"You want me to go in, right? I'll send you to hell first!" Song Beiye's eyes were scarlet. When Wang Biao saw this, he immediately stopped him, "Brother Song, Brother Song, calm down, this woman is not bad at all."
Song Beiye looked at him.
"It was fine before, and they gave us instructions on how to avoid surveillance, so the police shouldn't be able to find anything. Now is a sensitive period. You have to restrain yourself, but you can't kill anyone." Wang Biao said.
"Then let this matter go?" Song Beiye squinted his eyes and became very angry when he thought that he was going to be betrayed.
"Why don't you give this woman to me? I guarantee she will regret betraying you!" Wang Biao rubbed his hand and looked at the secretary again, tsk, disfigurement is still attractive.
