Chapter 316 This is hell, she has no one to rely on
Top floor box.
The interior decoration is low-key and luxurious, and everything inside is pure Chinese style. There are several Ming-style tables with grass and pear trees placed at the door of the box, and a row of cigars are placed on them for guests to take. There is an Arhat bed leaning against the window.
, the small table on the bed is placed with a pot made of transparent glass and neatly stacked tinfoil; in the center are tables and chairs imported from Vietnam with large-leaf rosewood, a table and six chairs, in a formal and elegant style, and filled with people.
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The big boss was sitting on the upper seat facing the door, with a cigar in his mouth and a cold and unsmiling expression.
The bald man, Brother B, was sitting on the right hand side of the big boss. At this moment, he put down his cigarette and went straight to the spray gun. He touched his big, bald head with his free hand and said with a smile: "Boss, that woman won't eat the toast. I want it."
Why don't you leave it to me to give you a few whips to make sure you are honest?"
"That's right, once Brother B takes action, which woman would dare to be disobedient?"
"Although Brother B's method is a bit crude, the effect is definitely good!"
"If you're such a bastard, you'll have to beat the woman! If she's beaten, she'll be honest."
Everyone agreed.
Big Boss: "This will make you lose your spirit."
"Yes, boss, what woman have you never seen before? She is playing with aura!"
"I also think Brother B's method is too violent, and it won't be fun to play at that time."
"Brother B has a strong hand, who will pay for it if it gets broken?"
Everyone turned the boat around and continued to echo.
Brother B glanced at the group of wallflowers with disdain, turned his head and lowered his brows, took the teacup filled with water in front of him and placed it in front of the boss, and suggested in a vulgar way: "Boss, why don't you light a cigarette for her?"
In order to control their employees who are doing well in business and prevent them from running away after making money, fraud companies will deliberately hand over a special cigarette to people at a party while they are drunk and confused. qqxδnew
Smoking one will end your life.
"Snapped!"
The big boss swept down the cup in front of him and looked at Brother B coldly.
Brother B knew he had said the wrong thing and immediately stopped talking.
The scene turned cold.
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In the big box on the first floor!
Listening to the people around him excitedly discussing performance, commissions and sales techniques, Zhang Yang almost thought he had entered an ordinary domestic business company if it weren't for the male counselor of the fraud company who was always hanging around and was responsible for monitoring them.
Zhang Yang ate the tasteless food and kept thinking about escaping. Ever since she knew that the road of ransom would not work for her, she knew that she had to find another way out. She even considered compromising and waiting for her trust.
After having a certain amount of freedom, I am looking for opportunities.
In other words, give them a large amount that they can't refuse?
"Miss Zhang, the big boss asks you to come up."
Two male counselors leaned over, one on the left and the other on the right, and one of them said politely.
Unable to hold his thighs up with his arms, Zhang Yang threw the chopsticks on the table and walked out of the box first amid the envious eyes of everyone.
The three of them went to a small box on the top floor of the restaurant. A male counselor opened the door of the box and signaled Zhang Yang to come in. The other male counselor went to the tea table and took a round stool and placed it next to the big boss.
Zhang Yang, who had already decided to give the other party a large amount of money to buy his life, was in a stable mood at the moment. He looked around, walked to the big boss and sat down generously. When he was about to say something, he was stopped by the other party raising his hand.
Living.
"Drink first. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later."
After three rounds of drinking, everyone was a little too drunk. Zhang Yang was nervous and only drank a few beers with the big boss. The others neither came to persuade her to drink nor spoke to her.
At this time, Brother B led several people to sing "Glory Days" while beating the dishes and chopsticks. When the song reached the high note (ch-ao), a guy as thin as a bamboo pole even raised his hands towards Zhang Yang and swayed
, it should be to ask her to sing along.
Zhang Yang was still thinking about when he would talk to his boss about the ransom, so he just sat there without moving.
When the song ended, Brother B shouted again for everyone to give the big boss a drink.
Putting down the wine glass, the big boss took out a pack of light blue pink bricks from the handbag behind him and threw it on the disc on the table.
"Shuangshi Earth, the old man's internal goods are not easy to get. I am happy today. When I go to the KTV later, everyone can try it."
Everyone cheered and the atmosphere in the box reached a new level.
The big boss stood up, walked around the round table with a cigar in his mouth and walked behind the bamboo pole man on the opposite side of the round table.
Seeing the big boss coming, the man with the bamboo pole quickly filled his glass with wine, then bent over and stood up.
Before he could fully stand up, he was pushed back by the big boss.
The big boss patted the bamboo pole man's left shoulder and grabbed his hair. Then he took out a dagger from the cowhide knife holster hanging on his waist with his right hand, crossed the blade, and slid directly from the bamboo pole man's throat.
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The sharp blade only took half a second to cut an extremely small gap in the skin.
While Zhang Yang's mind was still calculating how much ransom he would have to pay, streams of blood began to spurt out from the neck of the man with the bamboo pole opposite him.
The spurts, although they did not hit Zhang Yang, all splashed on the bowls and chopsticks in front of her and the wine glass she had just drank from.
Zhang Yang's expression froze for an instant, his fists were clenched, and his knuckles turned white as he pinched them, but he recovered in just a few seconds.
Her eyes were red, and she could see the entire live broadcast. She thought she would kneel on the ground and scream like she did last time in the processing factory where the dead were piled, but it turned out not to be the case.
She sat calmly in her seat and watched the bamboo pole man die. She had no fear, fear or disgust in her heart. She was even calm and listened word by word to the big boss's explanation to his management of the bamboo pole man.
The reason for the deadly attack.
"He pocketed the money laundering expenses of his employees."
The big boss wiped the bamboo pole man's clothes with a dagger and waved for the male counselor to come and carry him away.
In the company, as an incentive for outstanding employees, the company pays for the bonuses earned by employees through their work and money laundering costs.
"You must know that employees make money for us. Our usual management of them is out of correction of their childish ideas. This is love. In today's society, money is the most important..."
The big boss talks freely.
Everyone pricked up their ears and listened carefully.
In just three days, Zhang Yang felt that he seemed to have integrated into this society. The fragile little reporter and girl in h country disappeared.