The headquarters building of the Yiren Forum is located in the Linghai Science and Technology Park on the outskirts of Shanghai. Unlike ordinary network technology companies, the headquarters of the Forum did not buy two buildings. They bought the entire 30-hectare Science and Technology Park. To be able to buy such a piece of land in a place like the Shanghai stock market where every inch of land is very expensive...
"It's really rich."
Di Xiao couldn't help but sighed, although this is not the first time he came here, but every time he came here, he couldn't help but be amazed. Although the Yiren Forum has only a few hundred thousand users, there are indeed many ways for them to make money , in addition to undertaking various advertisements related to aliens, the forum also contracted the handling of most abnormal cases in China.
In fact, the strange cases handled by the Bureau of Secrets only account for a small number of the strange cases in China. If there are 100% of the cases, the Bureau of Secrets may only be responsible for handling 30% of them, and most of the remaining cases are handled by foreign forums. The forum will act as an intermediary in these different cases. No matter how much the party pays the other person who works, the forum will take 20% to 30% of the commission from it.
In other words, if there is no one to pay for a different case, such as the Chengnan case, then the Yiren Forum will definitely not intervene. They will directly transfer the case to the Bureau of Secrets and leave it to the model workers in the Bureau of Secrets. Simple To put it bluntly, they don't care about cases that are not beneficial. After all, the forum is a large commercial company, and everything is for profit.
In addition to doing intermediary transactions for different cases, they will also advertise various business organizations related to different people on the website, and will also arrange jobs for different people who are looking for jobs, and then collect commissions from the working parties.
From the point of view of arranging work, the Yiren forum has won the favor of most Yiren. After all, this is a very real world. Even Yiren has to worry about daily necessities. The boss can do whatever he wants, after all, there are knives of the Secret Bureau hanging above their heads, and the strangers who dare to do anything wrong are dead.
The main company of the Yiren Forum is more business-minded than the general Yiren family. After they made their first pot of gold, the money just snowballed. And set foot in the fields of medical care and network technology, and even some business branches are connected with ordinary people, just wearing the cloak of other companies.
At this moment, there was a burst of intensive gunshots from the news team building, but because the sound source was too high, it was not so clear when the gunshots came down.
When Di Xiao looked up, he saw that the window of the news group conference room was knocked open by a figure.
The man jumped out of the window on his own initiative, as if he was escaping from something out of fear. Looking at his anxious look when he broke the glass, it seemed to him that jumping from a building was better than staying in the house.
Di Xiao squinted his eyes and found that the person who jumped from the building seemed to be holding a cone-shaped object in his hand.
At this time, the voices of his subordinates also came from the earphones Di Xiao was wearing.
"Boss, Zhao Kang took the lead in rebelling, and the scene has been suppressed by us." The subordinate said, his tone was a little nervous, as if he was afraid of Di Xiao's anger because of poor handling of affairs, "The others have already been shot on the spot, only Zhao Kang jumped down ... Are you downstairs? Can you see him?"
Di Xiao looked at the figure that kept falling, and said with a light hum that he could see it.
"They are all aliens, but only Zhao Kang is stronger, and escaped the bullet in time."
"Don't worry about this, I'll take care of him."
At the same time, Zhao Kang, who kept falling downstairs, was already anxious. He didn't think about anything now, he just wanted to try his best to survive. At this moment, he had already figured it out. What happened this time was the news team's bad luck. Having touched the bad luck of the Bureau of Secrets, the boss of the forum, the immediate boss, even sold everyone in their newsgroup in order to appease the anger of the Bureau of Secrets.
Those who sell a batch of newsgroups can gain temporary stability and calm the anger of the Bureau of Secrets...
Why not do this
If Zhao Kang were the boss of the forum company, he would definitely make the same decision. If the news group is gone, it will be gone. The big deal is to recruit people. There are so many people here, are you afraid that you won't be able to find someone if you have money
"I can't die... can't die..."
When falling downstairs, Zhao Kang slammed the magic pestle in his hand into the wall, and the falling speed slowed down a lot. The magic pestle continued to tear the wall and produced a huge friction force, but Zhao Kang's physical fitness obviously couldn't bear this kind of force, the muscles of both arms convulsed almost twistedly, and the severe pain made him have the urge to faint at any time.
But it was undeniable that he had a strong desire to survive. Even though the pain in his arms was unbearable, he still slid down the stairs holding on to the magic pestle in his hand.
During the landing process, Zhao Kang found that there was no one in the science and technology park. It seemed that the place had been cleared long ago, and even the security guards who used to line up to patrol could not see... But this is also good, at least better than he imagined, he I thought there was a group of soldiers from the Armed Forces downstairs aiming at him with guns.
Of course, he soon discovered that he was thinking too well.
Because when he descended to a height of about ten floors, he gradually saw an acquaintance standing in the shadow of the corner of the building.
It was none other than Di Xiao who was aiming at Zhao Kang with a black light pistol.
Zhao Kang didn't care whether Di Xiao could hear what he said, he said a word tremblingly.
"do not."
Gunshots rang out.
After three consecutive gunshots, three blood holes appeared on Zhao Kang's forehead in an instant, and his hands that were clenched tightly on the subduing magic pestle were also released weakly, like garbage falling from a high altitude, with the sound of howling wind He fell heavily in front of the hall door.
Perhaps this is a signal.
After Zhao Kang landed, the members of the Armed Forces upstairs also began to act according to the order, and kept throwing corpses out of the gap that was knocked out of the meeting room window.
A series of dull sounds represented the end of this mission.
"Director, it's over." Di Xiao dialed the phone in time and reported the situation to his superiors immediately, "We have killed everyone in the news team. What do we need to do now? Let's go back to the capital directly?"
"Drive and wait for me outside the Science and Technology Park." The old man's voice was still so relaxed and casual, and that kind of laughter sounded indescribably kind, "I'll be down soon."
down
Di Xiao was a little dazed, and instinctively looked up, as if he was looking for something.
"You're here too?!"
"I'm talking to their boss about the old days. I'll talk about other things later, so let's hang up first."
"Ah... good! I see!"
After hanging up the phone, Di Xiao still didn't come to his senses, but he didn't think too much, took out an object the size of a mobile phone from his pocket, and walked slowly towards the corpses piled up on the ground.
That is the C12 miniature spirit body cage developed by the scientific research department a few years ago. With the blessing of internal Taoist talismans, the spirit body can be imprisoned in it for up to one year, and the activity of the spirit body can also be guaranteed. It will not weaken itself because it cannot contact the Yin particles from the outside world.
Di Xiao is not a character who will trust others casually. There is almost no word trust in his dictionary, so Di Xiao did not believe everything that Zhao Kang and others denied before. What he has to do now is to arrest the spirits of the dead. After bringing them back to the headquarters, we will use special means to test whether what they said is true or not.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, they will inevitably be reincarnated in the end, because it is one thing before death, and another thing after death, and the accounts that should be settled have also been settled, so there is no need to kill them all.
The building in the deepest part of the science and technology park does not belong to any working group, and there are only a few clerks in the ordinary building who are busy, and most of them do things like financial accounting.
The office of the boss of the forum company is in this building, and it is on the top floor overlooking the entire technology park.
At this time, the boss of the forum company was standing in front of the French windows of his office, watching Di Xiao who was busy collecting souls in the park from afar.
The owner's surname is Song and his name is Luo Jin. According to rumors, he seems to be born in a certain folk lineage. He was once a famous number one figure in the alien circle decades ago.
"Let them restrain themselves a long time ago... Who can blame this..."
Song Luojin watched everything that happened in the park silently, with no sadness, pain or anger on his face, as calm as a bottomless pool of water, as if he had already guessed that things would develop to this point, yes Nothing that happened today came as a surprise.
Just as he was about to call and dispatch his men to appease the employees hiding in the office buildings, he suddenly heard a strange sound.
It seemed that someone was sitting on the sofa, and seemed to have picked up the teacup on the table and poured himself a drink.
"Who?!"
Song Luojin suddenly turned his head, but before he could take any further action, he found a long knife on his neck. It seemed to be a special tactical knife made inside the Bureau of Secrets. The black blade was slender and slightly curved. The bloodletting grooves on both sides are also extremely conspicuous.
"Don't move." The man with the knife stared at Song Luojin expressionlessly, and his tone of voice was frighteningly cold, "I have never liked you very much, so don't let me have the opportunity to cut you with a knife .”
After Song Luojin saw the face of the knife-wielding man, he couldn't help smiling as he raised his hands to express his surrender.
"Minister Yan, what brought you here?"
Yan Qing didn't answer his question, but turned his head and glanced at the sofa.
Following Yan Qing's gaze, Song Luojin turned his head to look sideways, his expression froze in an instant.
Sitting on the sofa was an old man in a suit and leather shoes who looked like a gentleman. His snow-white hair was also neatly groomed, and he wore a dark gold bracelet on his right wrist. Some indecipherable spell words were cast, and the body of the bracelet glowed faintly with a faint golden light.
"Boss Zhou... Director Zhou, why are you here..."
Song Luojin's smile was stiff, and a trace of nervousness flashed in his eyes.
"Don't tell me if you want to come, so I can pick it up in person..."
"There are too many things recently, I'm so busy that I have a headache, and I haven't had time to see you."
The old man put the teacup on the coffee table with the same smile on his face, but that kind expression made Song Luojin shudder.
"Xiao Song, I know you belong to them, so this time I came here just to catch up with you... I think you don't mind, do you?"