Deng Ou paused in the air with the snack he was about to put into his mouth. He put his legs down from the sofa. He sat upright and looked at his phone. The relaxed and happy expression on his face gradually solidified.
He looked at the people in the video, with their bare backs exposed in front of him, pushing them one after another, and the most primitive animal nature of human beings was displayed in front of him in such a straightforward and abrupt way.
Watching the identical videos one after another, he suddenly became very angry. He threw his phone to the ground with great force, and the screen of the phone shattered into a spider web with a bang.
He didn't seem to be relieved, so he kicked the table hard. The table was affected by gravity and turned sideways in the office, making a crashing sound.
The assistant heard the sound outside the door and hurriedly pushed the door open. What he saw was Deng Ou's angry and forbearing face, with bloodshot eyes. He stared at the assistant who suddenly pushed the door open.
The assistant asked carefully and slightly panicked: "Mr. Deng, what happened?"
Deng Ou looked at him as if his most private secret had been discovered. He became angry and shouted at his assistant: "Get out!"
"Yes, yes, yes..." The assistant seemed to have received an order, and hurriedly backed away in fear, and carefully closed the door.
As soon as he retreated outside the door, a group of people gathered around him and asked questions one by one.
"Why is he so angry?"
"I heard him throwing something. It was quite loud."
"Who provoked him again?"
"It seems that the anger is quite strong this time. Isn't it particularly fierce?"
The assistant shook his head, pushed the crowd away and moved forward: "Don't ask, don't even ask! Just do your own thing." He returned to his working position and continued to work as usual.
A group of people didn't get the answers they wanted, so they dispersed angrily.
After a while, the door of Deng Ou's office opened a crack. Deng Ou stuck his head out and said coldly: "Come in."
"??"
Just two words, a group of people outside the office looked left and right, and finally their eyes fell on the assistant.
The assistant closed the computer, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the office door with everyone's worried looks on their faces.
"Mr. Deng, what do you want from me?" the assistant asked nervously, standing at the door and not daring to take another step.
"Come here and take a look at this." Deng Ou sat in front of the computer, turned the computer screen, and motioned for him to come over and take a look.
It is a video that has not been clicked.
The assistant clicked on the video tremblingly, and the picture inside appeared in front of him. He broke out in a cold sweat and did not dare to look directly at the video picture.
There was no sound in the video, and Deng Ou turned off the sound in advance, so it wasn't that exciting for him.
The assistant's heart was in his throat. He swallowed his saliva and looked up at Deng Ou without finishing the video. The scene in the video reappeared in front of his eyes. Deng Ou's face gradually blurred in front of his eyes. He
I blinked, and there was a thin layer of sweat on my forehead.
"...What does Mr. Deng want me to do?"
Deng Ou looked at him, his cold and sharp eyes seeming to penetrate his heart: "Find the person who shot this video." There was a fierce look in his eyes.
The assistant was startled, swallowed another mouthful of saliva, and said nothing.
"I've sent you the video, and I've also sent you the relevant information. Find it out as soon as possible, and go down." Deng Ou took the computer over, turned his chair and turned his back to the assistant to do other things.
The assistant touched the mobile phone in his pocket, looked at Deng Ou's back, and said in a weak voice: "Okay, Mr. Deng."