Karl immediately closed his mouth tightly again, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and there seemed to be a battle between heaven and man in his mind.
The hotel manager couldn't hold himself back, slapped him hard on the face, and said urgently: "What are you still hesitating about? Say it quickly -"
But Karl still gritted his teeth.
The assistant's eyes darkened, and he didn't want to talk to him any more. He directly ordered his subordinates: "Go to No. 23 Huayuan Street and bring his wife over." He then said, seemingly unintentionally, "If she doesn't want to come, you guys just like
Just like in the video, I put her in the suitcase and dragged her over."
Such cruel words made Karl suddenly raise his head, rush directly to the assistant, and knelt down towards him with a "pop", "Please, don't disturb my wife, she finally got pregnant with the child..."
On the sofa not far away, Tang Yuan's closed eyes slowly opened, and he said softly: "It's not easy for your wife to get pregnant, but she can live a happy life. What about my wife? You stuffed her
It’s in the suitcase. Carl, you feel bad. What about me?”
A bitter smile weakly appeared on his lips, and a sense of solemnity suddenly rose in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "How did A Jian leave and let her wife come over in the same way?"
"Yes -" the bodyguards responded.
"No! Don't! I was wrong, boss, I was wrong! I told you all!" Karl knelt and moved a few steps, trying to hug Tang Yuan's legs again, but was stopped by the assistant. He had no choice but to lie down
He yelled on the ground, "I don't want to do this either. But they threatened me with Elena and the child, so I had no choice but to help them."
"Who are they?"
Karl raised his head, with snot and tears on his face, "It's the Xhosa organization, the biggest gang in the Flower City."
The assistant pointed to the slim woman on the screen. She was wearing sunglasses and had big maroon waves. She could only be vaguely identified as an oriental woman, and asked: "Who is this woman?"
Karl shook his head: "I don't know, I have never seen her in the hotel. But the people in Xhosa are very polite to her." He tilted his head as if thinking of something else, and nodded heavily, "I heard her say neon
Chinese, and Chinese! Yes, I heard two languages."
Chinese? Is it possible that this woman is still Chinese? For a moment, Tang Yuan's mind was extremely confused. He searched every corner of his memory and could not find an image that fit this woman. He originally thought it was just a neon trick,
But if there are Chinese people involved in it, then...
Tang Yuan's forehead twitched slightly, and his eyes became a little colder. He continued to ask: "Where did you kidnap that girl and send her to her?"
This time, Karl was confused by the question. He raised his head blankly, "I really don't know this. I just saw the Corsa people getting into a black car with a box. Bill and I are good friends in the control room. Please ask me."
The reason was that he was dismissed, and the Xhosa people went directly to replace the video content... I really don’t know the rest.”
The assistant stared at him for a while, then nodded to Tang Yuan. Tang Yuan stretched out his hands and waved, "Send him to the police station."
"No - there are people from Xhosa in the police station. If they know that I confessed to them, they will definitely not let me go! Boss, please let me go!" Karl begged for mercy with boundless fear.
His emotionless eyes gradually turned to despair.
He originally didn't want to pay attention to such people anymore, but in the end he still said: "Everyone must bear responsibility for the mistakes they have made."
Amidst wailing sounds, Carl was dragged out of the room by the bodyguards. The hotel manager was on the side, desperately shrinking himself into an inconspicuous corner. He didn't have many opportunities to meet the boss. He only thought that this young man was probably the same as Anthony.
He was a fool. He didn't expect to have such iron-blooded skills. Thinking of what he had done, he swallowed hard.
"As for you -" Tang Yuan turned his eyes, a hint of joking disdain flashed across his face, "In addition to improper management, you also need to explain to me the financial accounting issues."
The assistant stepped forward, with a flash of light in his blue eyes under his glasses. The tablet in his hand was already displayed in front of the manager. He was horrified to find that it turned out to be a false account that he had handled.
"I -" Before he could say anything, he collapsed after several attempts and collapsed on the ground dejectedly.
…
On the other side, Watanabe Murichi was cursing the Chinese team loudly: "Baga! Why do they get the upper hand every time! How on earth do you do things?!"
The person who was scolded was a little aggrieved, but in the face of Watanabe's anger, he still lay on the ground, pressed his forehead tightly to the floor, and apologized desperately: "I'm sorry, sir, it was my fault!"
Gillian was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, blowing the freshly painted nail polish on her nails with great interest. Seeing this, she couldn't help but comfort Watanabe: "Sir, it's just a hot pot, what do you care about so much?"
"What do you know?! I have studied this proposition, and the most suitable one is hot pot." Watanabe glanced at her displeasedly, and she was indeed a woman with long hair and short knowledge.
Gillian sneered, raised her eyebrows, and said with a sweet smile: "Now everyone knows that hot pot is a Chinese thing. If you use it, people are not allowed to scold you? In Gillian's eyes, neon hot pot is comparable to
Hot pot is much more delicious. Sir, what do you think?"
Watanabe: "Of course, my big neon things can't be compared with China." As soon as he said this, he couldn't help but think deeply. Gillian was right, everyone knows that hot pot is a Chinese thing, if
If neon is used, it will inevitably cause an uproar. Although he doesn't care, he can't add too much negative impact to neon.
A Takeda has disgraced Neon, but Watanabe can no longer ruin the goodwill of the diners.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face again, and he strode over to take a sip on Gillian's outstretched hand, "You are still thoughtful. Then tell me, what should I do?"
Gillian leaned close to his ear and vomited something blue. Watanabe's eyes became brighter and brighter. After hearing her words, he laughed loudly and praised her again and again: "I'm really glad that you are my woman. If we are
If you are an opponent, I will definitely be defeated by you."
Gillian pouted and gave him a gentle push: "Sir, what are you talking about? Gillian is just a prostitute, and what she said is just her own humble opinion. How can she compare with you? Your Excellency is from the mountains.
The tiger, from now on...will be in charge..."
"Hahahaha! You are indeed my sweetheart -" Watanabe laughed again. He enjoyed this woman's admiration for him. With her, he seemed to be no longer an old man. He was everywhere.
Full of new life.
Neon Man, who was still kneeling on the ground, secretly wiped his sweat and breathed a long sigh of relief. He glanced at the snow-white skin sticking out from the side of the sofa, his eyes filled with gratitude.