Wang Jianshe sat dejectedly in the recliner in the office. He raised his right hand tiredly, closed his eyes and rubbed his nose.
After so many years of struggling, the rule that this society has taught me is that money can solve all problems and money is everything.
But now he suddenly realized that money is sometimes nothing and has no effect at all.
Wang Jianshe felt extremely angry from the bottom of his heart about what Wang Sheng had done before.
This guy is honestly a scumbag. He has done everything that can be written in the criminal law. The only value of his life in the world is to waste food.
Wang Jianshe sighed deeply, but no matter how useless he was, he was still his son, the only blood left between him and his dead wife.
His eyes moved down and stared at the faded photo on the table. It showed a young woman holding her belly with a look of happiness on her face.
"Huilan, sometimes I wonder, if you hadn't left at that time, and you had been at home taking care of this kid, would he not have become like this?"
Just as Wang Jianshe was looking at the photo and recalling the past, an extremely old hand with age spots reached out and grabbed the photo frame.
"Your wife? Haha, she dresses so old-fashioned." Anna, who was sitting with her legs crossed and leaning back in a swivel chair, said in a teasing voice.
When Wang Jianshe saw that the cult leader he had talked to before was standing in front of him, his pupils shrank slightly and his right hand silently pressed the button under the desk.
"Don't press it. I've already cut the line. Besides, do you really think those idiots in your company's security department can handle me?"
Anna stared at the man in front of her with a faint smile on her face, leaned forward slightly, and put the photo frame in her hand back to its original position.
"Relax, are you worried about Wang Sheng? Don't worry, I'm sure he's alive and well now."
"Where is he now?" Wang Jianshe did not reveal his emotions just now. Facing the murderous cult lunatic, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.
"It's very simple to see him. I need you to do something for me. As long as you help me with my business, Wang Sheng will naturally return it to you."
With a population of over one billion, trying to find an ordinary family of four is harder than climbing to the sky for Anna, who is currently wanted by the IMF.
So she came to find Wang Sheng's father, thinking that his abilities and connections might be able to help her.
Wang Jianshe frowned slowly, and after thinking for a brief ten seconds, he said, "I can consider it, but before that, I need to talk to him first."
"That won't work. He's in some trouble right now."
"What's the inconvenience? If you don't let me know Wang Sheng's current situation, how can I be sure whether he has been killed by you a long time ago?"
Wang Jianshe’s attitude is very tough, and he constantly fights for the sovereignty of discourse.
"Did you see the calligraphy behind me? I have always been a farmer and a scholar, and I am ashamed to talk about business. The world is fair. I add one more to the southern and northern dippers, and add the palm of the god of fortune, wealth and longevity. I am a qualified businessman. No matter what you want me to do, the price you offer is too low."
"The price is too low? He's your own son."
"No, that's not my son. That's just an excuse you made up. Unless you let me talk to him in person, I don't think Wang Sheng is in your hands."
"Huh~" A pale green corrosive flame instantly appeared on Anna's left side, illuminating her face with a pale green color.
The ball of fire flashed rapidly, and the desk in front of the two people was instantly covered by flames.
Anna stood up and walked through the green flames to Wang Jianshe. She held the blade in one hand and stabbed it directly into the chair along his neck.
A cold voice sounded in Wang Jianshe's ears, "Today, either you do me a favor or I kill you. How about that? Is the price high enough now?"
Wang Jianshe, with an extremely ugly expression, tried to keep his composure, but when he finally saw Anna's eyes, his body felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it from head to toe.
The words on the tip of Wang Jianshe's tongue could not come out. He had a premonition that if he dared to disagree, the other party would really cut his neck.
"That's high enough. What do you want me to do for you?"
Anna threw several portraits in his face and said, "Help me find these three people. I want to know where they are."
On the paper were pictures of Charles' parents, as well as his childhood and teenage years. As for Charles' sister, Anna did not draw her.
Because if time was reversed on the surface Earthsea, she wouldn't be much older than Tuba is now.
Wang Jianshe observed the portraits in silence and said nothing more.
Anna knew that now that she had been given a big stick, it was time to give a sweet date.
"If you find them, I will not only return Wang Sheng to you, but I can also give you more. In this matter, your son is more far-sighted than you."
"If I find it, how should I contact you?" Seeing that the situation was not right, Wang Jianshe lowered his head rationally.
"There is my newly registered phone number on the back of the painting. Remember, don't try to solve the problem in other ways, and don't think about running away. You don't know what you are facing."
As Anna spoke, her body vibrated rapidly and high frequency, and she sank directly into the floor in front of Wang Jianshe.
Wang Jianshe was immediately moved when he saw this scene. After waiting for a few seconds, he walked to the place where Anna left, pressed it gently, and was surprised to find that the ground had not been tampered with.
In the hotel where Anna lives, Tuba sits on a bucket of Kangshifu instant noodles like the statue of "The Thinker" and looks at the chess board in front of him.
The person playing chess with him is the Joker, and playing cards of different suits appear and disappear in his hands.
"Don't rush me. Why are you rushing me? The more you urge me, the slower I go." Tuba muttered in dissatisfaction.
Just then, there was a noise at the door, and Anna, with high-frequency vibrations, walked in from outside.
While the clown turned his head to look, Tuba quietly stood up and prepared to secretly replace the chess piece.
But the clown's purple star-shaped hat fell from the sky and covered his head directly.
"Mask, come to my room."
Hearing Anna's words, the clown nodded, put the hat that trapped Tuba on his head, and walked to the next room.
Anna's room is right next door and has basically nothing in it.
Seeing the clown mask crawling out from under the bed, Anna rolled up her sleeves and asked, "What's wrong with your hand? Why is it starting to rot?"
I saw that the arm that the clown had created with magic was constantly oozing dark brown liquid and was gradually rotting.
It wouldn't be a big deal if this hand could no longer be used, but the rotten flesh was actually spreading to her good part.
A thick rubber band was tightly tied around the upper end of the forearm to prevent blood loss. Anna took out a short blade and started cutting one inch above the rotten arm.
(End of this chapter)