The man finished typing the text message slowly and sent it.
Then stuffed the phone into the old man's pocket.
Then he took out a tissue, carefully wiped off the blood on his fingers, then threw it on the old man, and stood up: "Let's go."
The subordinate took a look, and just wanted to say, doesn't the boss not litter
But on second thought, isn't Yan Xunhua just a piece of trash
There's nothing wrong with throwing rubbish in the trash.
The young man walked out of the building with his men.
The big man behind him raised his hand and shouted: "Everyone, get back in the car!"
"You... are you okay?" In the rear car, a head suddenly stuck out.
But when she finished speaking, the young man had already got into the car.
In an instant, she only smelled a faint smell of blood.
She shuddered and was pinned there, daring not to speak again for a while.
These people... are really domestic entrepreneurs? Rather than some vicious gangster
She was troubled.
But the other women behind her breathed a sigh of relief. They were abducted to this place, and they had already seen too much darkness and cruelty. They were afraid that this group of people would not be fierce enough. In order to save them, even they themselves would be targeted by the local armed groups...
Now they can finally rest assured!
They can go home...
…
Pei Lixin had just finished calling Pei Zhikang, when she put down the receiver, she saw the lit phone screen.
Her pupils dilated suddenly.
Then tremblingly picked up the phone, staring at the text message over and over again...
The old banquet... is dead.
Pei Lixin's gaze flickered, and finally landed on the sender's name - [Old Banquet].
So who held his mobile phone and sent this message
No need to speculate, Pei Lixin's brain has already surfaced, Yan Chao sitting there, curling his fingers, editing the message and sending it out...
A creepy chill suddenly rose from Pei Lixin's back.
She shivered and threw the phone into the drawer and locked it, as if she would no longer feel the threat from Yan Chao, let alone the feeling of being peeped like a fish on a chopping board...
Pei Lixin took out another spare phone and started dialing in a hurry.
"Beep...beep..."
No one heard.
Called again, still no answer.
At this moment, Pei Lixin heard the phone in the drawer ringing again.
Here comes the new news.
Pei Lixin swallowed.
All her reliance comes from Yan Xunhua...
If someone saw her expression at this time, they would be astonished, how could Mr. Pei, who is capable and ruthless outside, be so timid at this moment? Even the hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat.
Trembling, Pei Lixin took out her phone.
It was a message from an unknown number—
[Mr. Pei, Mr. Chen has found out about me. I'd characterize the matter as a commercial crime and call it a day. I beg Mr. Pei to take good care of my family...]
It wasn't signed, but she knew who it was.
He jumped off the building.
It was as if Pei Lixin had eaten a big lump of ice, and she fell straight to the deepest part of her heart. It was so cold and heavy that it seemed that most of her blood had been lost from her body.
She immediately opened the news portal, and none of them was talking about this matter... There were hot discussions on the Internet about which celebrity slipped and fell, which celebrity had an affair, and how powerful Gu Xueyi was... All of them were eye-catching.
The message was pressed.
Yan Chao silently waved the knife in his hand, cutting off all ties with those who had contacts with Baoxin...
Pei Zhikang soon received another call from Pei Lixin.
"What's wrong? Sister? I'm still looking for someone..."
Pei Lixin gritted her teeth: "Don't tie Gu Xueyi anymore."
Pei Zhikang breathed a sigh of relief. Xin said, she is indeed not easy to tie, I am worrying about it.
Pei Lixin said coldly, "You go and kidnap Wen Bai."
Now Yan Wenshu is always accompanied by bodyguards, and Yan Wenhong is in the Yan's house, almost inseparable from Gu Xueyi... Then there is only Yan Wenbai.
This is their last chance!
Pei Zhikang hesitated a little, and agreed.
He and Yan Wenbai are in the same school, and Yan Wenbai is a famous figure in the school, but he... besides the money he can afford, he has a good sister and can borrow Baoxin's name, Oh, others only know that Baoxin is a subsidiary of Yan's, and they don't even know what Baoxin does.
Pei Zhikang was extremely aggrieved.
He usually doesn't show his face, so he can only throw a lot of money out in exchange for more fans.
This time... let him seize the opportunity.
Pei Zhikang didn't have the awareness that he had to do it when he was facing a catastrophe. He quickly called to find someone, and he hired people who were vicious and fearless.
"He's just a young man from a wealthy family. The most sport he usually does is playing basketball. It's easy to catch him. You can get a lot of money from him..." Pei Zhikang said.
The person on the other end also patted his chest immediately: "Don't worry! This matter will be settled for you!"
Pei Zhikang hung up the phone and couldn't help humming a song.
Actually... He still wanted to catch Gu Xueyi.
It's just too difficult.
Pei Zhikang thought itchyly, when Yan Wenbai is tied up, I have to let him lick my shoes first! ha!
…
The operation of Yan's is certainly not comparable to that of ordinary small companies.
Regarding the establishment of an exclusive fund for the project plan of providing free psychotherapy, it will be completed soon. The relevant manpower was quickly arranged in place.
In other words, next, Gu Xueyi only needs to post a Weibo to become the spokesperson of this exclusive fund.
"Thank you Secretary Chen." Gu Xueyi flipped through the project book in front of her and said in a low voice.
The smile on Chen Yujin's face remained unchanged: "It's not hard work, it's just a small matter."
For him, it was indeed just a small matter.
Gu Xueyi closed the folder and stood up: "Then I'll go first."
"good."
As soon as Gu Xueyi stepped out, Chen Yujin heard her cell phone ring.
Could it be Yan Wenhong again
Chen Yujin frowned.
But soon, Chen Yujin's personal cell phone rang.
Chen Yujin immediately came back to her senses, and answered the phone: "... Mr. Yan."
Gu Xueyi came to the first floor.
As soon as she hung up the phone, she heard someone commenting on the first floor: "Over there in the financial building, an executive jumped off the building."
"what happened?"
"Maybe he was caught by Mr. Chen. It seems that he embezzled a lot of public funds."
"Tsk, this kind of person is really..."
Gu Xueyi blinked.
Yen is still great.
Gu Xueyi strode out, then called Yan Wenbai and told him to go home for dinner tonight.
Yan Wenbai didn't care whether Yan Wenhong was at home, so he agreed.
As soon as this Yan Wenbo put away his phone, he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing from behind.
It was very strange, as if he suddenly had the keen sense of a hero in a martial arts movie. He instinctively bent over and turned his head.
"call out".
It was the sound of the dance.
He escaped!
What Gu Xueyi taught him... was useful.
Yan Wenbo immediately turned around to look, only to see a few men in undershirts with disheveled hair and smelling of cigarettes staring at him.
The one closest to him had a baseball bat clasped in his hand.
"Huh? Let him hide."
"Be careful next time."
Yan Wenbo didn't think too much about it. There were quite a few people who had trouble with him in school, and he might have been hired to beat him up.
Yan Wenbo rolled up his sleeves and made a gesture of starting, which looked a bit like he was about to do Tai Chi.
The man on the opposite side couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Sure enough, he's a young man from a wealthy family. He hasn't seen the world before. He thinks he can frighten us by just showing off... oh!"
Before the man finished speaking, Yan Wenbo punched him.
The man seemed to hear the sound of his jaw cracking.
"Ah!"
The screams soon became endless.
Half an hour later, other students came out of the school gate one after another. As soon as they turned into the milk tea alley next to them, they encountered such a scene.
"What the hell?"
"Is that Yan Wenbai?"
Yan Wenbai walked out slowly, feeling as if he had become a master of martial arts.
"You, are you okay? Is someone looking for trouble for you?"
"It must be to kidnap him! The Yan family is so rich!"
"Fuck, why don't you call the police?"
"Yes, yes, call the police!"
"Are you okay?" someone asked next to him.
Yan Wenbo regained consciousness in time, he looked down at the other party, and asked, "Is there a mirror?"
"...Yes." The girl quickly took out a small round mirror from her pocket.
Facing the mirror, Yan Wenbo slowly wiped the blood off his face.
I'm going back to Yanjia for dinner in a while.
This time, he didn't want to worry her anymore.
…
Pei Zhikang made several phone calls in a row, but he couldn't reach the kidnappers.
And Gu Xueyi was calling Yan Wenjia at this time.
Yan Wenjia is much better than before, but Gu Xueyi believes that appropriate rewards and appeasement are necessary. Otherwise, the good habits that have been cultivated with great difficulty will be broken again.
Everyone needs to taste the sweetness.
"Are you on the set now?" Gu Xueyi asked.
Yan Wenjia was a little noisy.
After a while of rustling sounds, Yan Wenjia's voice finally rang out: "Not on the set. I'm recording a show outside."
The corners of Yan Wenjia's mouth twitched down, but it was a little uncontrollable, and it turned up.
Definitely give me a call today!
She must have seen me speak for her on Weibo!
"Where is it recorded?" Gu Xueyi said as she raised her eyes to scan the shops on the side of the road, and finally fixed on a signboard that said "roasted pig's trotters".
Yan Wenjia then reported a string of addresses on the phone.
"Eat?" Gu Xueyi asked again.
Yan Wenjia's heartbeat paused for a second: "You...you bring me food?"
Isn't there another material to post on Moments
"Well. I'll be here in a while." Gu Xueyi said, hung up the phone, got out of the car with the bodyguards, and went to buy pig's trotters.
Yan Wenjia put away her phone.
In the recording studio, all the machines stopped, and everyone was silent, only looking at him.
After a few seconds, the host asked: "...Brother Yuan, can we continue?"
"Okay, let's continue." Yan Wenjia was originally full of displeasure, and felt that this show was really fucked up. It was agreed to record one episode, but it turned out to be one episode after another. It was poorly done, and he was forced to come to the rescue.
But looking at the people on the stage now, he suddenly felt less annoying.
The sign is getting closer.
Gu Xueyi has never eaten this thing either.
... Well, that's what she wanted to try.
The closer you get, the more a scent hits your face, slightly numb, slightly spicy, and a little sweet.
Gu Xueyi packed several servings in one go, let the bodyguards carry them in their hands, and added some hot drinks.
She called her agent earlier, and the agent had already been waiting at the door with her assistant. When she saw her coming, she immediately welcomed her in.
"Brother Yuan is recording a show..."
"Hmm." Gu Xueyi asked, "Can I stand aside and watch?"
"Yes, of course."
The manager eagerly opened the door and led Gu Xueyi into the recording studio.
Not many people inside noticed the movement here, but they could smell the aroma.
Just like that, three minutes passed. Because of a problem with the equipment, the recording was suddenly interrupted, and everyone took a break.
The bodyguard then handed over the food to Yan Wenjia's assistant and distributed it.
It was the first time that people in the program group saw the combination of sending pig's trotters and milk tea.
They are different from the crew. They have never tasted the dishes from Yanjia chefs. When they saw these things suddenly, some starlets couldn't help but ask, "Who sent them?"
"The people around Brother Yuan sent it."
"Brother Yuan's handwriting is just like this?" Someone lowered his voice.
"Is this called picking? Brother Yuan didn't give away anything at all before. Whether he was recording a show or filming a movie, he was very casual... He always left after recording."
"..." The man stopped talking.
But in private, many people quietly lamented that these things are really not on the table.
A certain second-tier star who came here to record here last week has a bigger hand than this.
tsk tsk...
Jin Hanxue doesn't think so.
At a glance, he caught a glimpse of the young woman who was following the manager. She was tall and beautiful.
Isn't that... Isn't that Mrs. Yan who was on the hot search before
Isn't it Mrs. Yan, the core character of the weibo post forwarded by Yuan Wenjia
The other party went to the Silica dinner, to the Feng family's charity dinner, to make a painter popular at random, and to donate tens of millions to it...
Jin Hanxue looked at the people around him contemptuously.
What do you know
Rich people don't need extravagance to reflect their status, and rich people are often more close to the people...
Just taking advantage of the break... Jin Hanxue's eyes flickered, and he simply slipped out quietly, and followed that Mrs. Yan.
As soon as Gu Xueyi entered the lounge, when she turned her head, she saw a man with dyed blond hair and earrings, who looked a bit like... Well, what did you say on the Internet? Said it was called... Korean? Korean boys.
Gu Xueyi glanced lightly: "Did you go the wrong way?"
Jin Hanxue shook his head: "No, I don't, I admire you very much."
Gu Xueyi glanced at him suspiciously.
Just at this moment, Gu Xueyi's cell phone rang.
Gu Xueyi looked down and saw that it was a strange number that she had never seen before.
But Gu Xueyi still picked it up.
"Hello."
Seeing that she was ignoring him, Jin Hanxue became anxious, and quickly said: "Yuan Wenjia can do it, so can I. I don't want to work hard, too, no, sister. Look at me, I'm more caring than Yuan Wenjia, and I can please people." …”
There was no sound from the phone.
When Gu Xueyi heard Jin Hanxue's words, she still hadn't recovered from her senses: "What?"
At this time, a voice finally came from the other end of the phone, the voice was cold and pleasant: "I am Yan Chao."
Gu Xueyi paused.
And Jin Hanxue was even more excited at this time, and said loudly: "Mrs. Yan! You can take care of me! In fact, I think threesomes are okay!"
On the other end of the phone: "..."
The author has something to say: Yan Chao: I don’t think so.