Han Feifei looked at him with increasingly cold eyes, as if he wanted to dig out his heart and find out clearly like an ice knife.
After a while, Han Feifei said slowly: "Mingzhe, I didn't expect that you would still want to lie to me now. I really regret that I didn't listen to your ex-boss. You know, what he said about you is
What?
At this time, Han Murphy suddenly brought up the past, which made Pan Mingzhe a little confused. After thinking for a moment, he decided to deal with it with silence.
"At that time, he said to me, Murphy, Mingzhe is a talent, but he is narrow-minded and has evil intentions. Although he is talented, he cannot be reused. I thought at the time that he was jealous of your talent and deliberately slandered you, but now it seems
, facts speak louder than words.”
"Han Murphy, don't use the kindness of those mothers-in-law to teach me a lesson. Yes, you Han Murphy contributed a lot to why I, Pan Mingzhe, am today! But if I don't have the ability to make a lot of money for you, will you, Han Murphy, give me a chance?
? Come on, you and I owe nothing to each other! Moreover, with my talent, why should I have to be subordinate to you for the rest of my life? "
After the words fell, Han Murphy stood up, clapped his hands, and said: "Mingzhe, I just realized today that I underestimated you! You can be so calm in the face of Xiao Xueqing, you are really talented as a general! If you look at this photo
, and you can still keep your expression straight, I, Han Murphy, will write a letter of submission to you today."
After saying that, Han Murphy came over and handed Pan Mingzhe a photo. When he saw it, his face turned pale with fright. Isn't this the driver he bribed? This person should be dead. How could it be? How could it be?
Han Murphy patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mingzhe, you must be wondering why a dead man is in the hands of the American police? Let me tell you, he is now being extradited back to China and is preparing to testify against you in court."
"No, no...this is impossible!" Pan Mingzhe backed away repeatedly and almost sat down on the ground.
"Why is it impossible? Do you still remember the night you accompanied me to see Xiaoxiao in the American hospital two years ago? Do you remember the gas station? Do you remember the short Chinese man in the photo?"
"No...it's impossible...you weren't at the scene when the accident happened, and you couldn't possibly know the driver."
"Yes, I didn't see the driver hit Su Xiaoxiao's father to death with my own eyes. But on my way to the scene, the red light came on, and I cursed, and the driver in the white van next to me also cursed
I made a curse word. At that time, I remembered this incident, but did not consider the details. Until
, when you stared at the Chinese man at the gas station, I suddenly realized that that day, the driver was swearing in Cantonese! In the white van, the driver escaped, and the Cantonese living in the United States suddenly went to Shanghai... When all this happened
When I made the connection in my mind, I felt that there must be something fishy going on."
"Sure enough, a few days later, a gangster went to the driver's house. Do you remember that day? I always remember that day, when you saw the news about a middle-aged Chinese man who fell downstairs and died suddenly because of drunkenness, his face was full of smiles.
Smile.”
Pan Mingzhe looked at Han Murphy blankly and said after a while: "You...you have suspected me for a long time? Why, why did you wait until today to expose me?"
Han Murphy smiled slightly and said: "The reason is very complicated, I don't have time to explain it to you in detail..."