The person in charge of receiving Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan was a female manager surnamed Huang who was about forty years old.
After working in this industry for a long time, Ms. Huang has long developed a pair of eyes that can judge each other's social status and financial level through clothing, words and deeds.
From her point of view, the two of them could not wait to have 180 diamonds embedded on the dial without wearing gold and silver, but their clothes were of good taste. Just by looking at the materials and tailoring, you can tell that they are all high-quality products. In addition, the clothes are better than most of the models or artists she has seen. Just now, she made a mistake and almost thought she was here again. Road star.
Moreover, a person's demeanor is the best proof of his or her social status, compared to the good clothes, shoes, and bags that can be gritted and swollen.
While saying hello, Ms. Huang observed the two of them secretly, and nodded secretly in her heart.
Lisa Media is very rich. In order to show the company's status in the industry, the business negotiation department is naturally decorated with grandeur. Even when she first started working here, she couldn't help feeling cramped in it.
But now, neither the exquisite six-tiered crystal chandelier nor the waxed Italian leather sofa can distract the two customers in front of them from taking a second look.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan were completely relaxed and calm from entering the door to taking their seats. Ms. Huang judged that this must be the two sons and brothers who are used to going in and out of extravagant places.
Beiquan exchanged business cards with Ms. Huang. This time, he used the pseudonym "Wei Beiquan", claiming to be a returned overseas Chinese, and Wei Fuyuan is his younger brother. He will turn 18 at the end of next month, and he wants to throw a decent birthday party for his younger brother. .
Ms. Huang quickly went through the celebrity circle in Fengxing City, and quickly picked up the surname "Wei". She wondered in her mind that the two were relatives of the Wei family overseas. Xing borrowed the east wind, so he held the party on the pretext of the little boy's birthday. In fact, he wanted to break into the social circle of the city's famous and wealthy households.
After she thought she had figured it out, Ms. Huang became more enthusiastic.
She took out a large pile of documents, and while asking Beiquan's thoughts, she began to sell Amway.
Beiquan slapped a series of lies, and he couldn't slip, as if he was really a returnee with money and leisure who wanted to integrate into the city's social circle.
Wei Fuyuan, who was next to him, smacked his tongue secretly, thinking that a man's mouth is a liar, his face is not red or his heart skips a beat when he talks nonsense, and his acting skills are perfect, Oscar really owes him a golden statuette.
At the same time, Young Master Wei felt a little sad and uneasy in his heart. He couldn't help but start to lose his mind. He pondered what Beiquan had said to him before, trying to find out if there was any nonsense that seemed like a nonsense.
Fortunately, there is not much time for him to take action.
Wei Fuyuan only needs to play a little aloof young master who has to deal with these troublesome interactions, and then answer "it's okay" or "casual" when Beiquan occasionally asks him for his opinion.
Beiquan spent an entire hour researching with Ms. Huang about a birthday party that would not be held.
Just when Wei Fuyuan began to feel that this was a waste of time, Beiquan asked naturally:
"Is the host of the party arranged by you?"
"If you have a moderator you want to designate, of course that's fine."
Ms. Huang replied in seconds:
"If not, we can also arrange for it."
"Oh?"
Beiquan tilted his head slightly: "I just came back and I'm not familiar with local artists. How is your Lisa's staff?"
"Hey, you can rest assured!"
Ms. Huang immediately packed the ticket:
"We are all very professional hosts here, and the quality of the staff can't be selected!"
"yes?"
Beiquan squinted, "Why do I remember that you two were on the news not long ago, saying that someone quarreled and killed someone with a knife or something?"
As soon as the keyword came out, Wei Fuyuan, who was next to him, immediately returned to his senses, and subconsciously pricked up his ears.
When Ms. Huang heard the client bring up the case, her attentive smile froze on her face.
"Ah, that's just an example... yes, it's just an example!"
She reluctantly rounds up:
"After all, there are always some people with extreme personalities..."
"But I heard that they clashed because of emotional disputes?"
Beiquan smiled:
"I came all the way and noticed that there are many beautiful girls in your company."
He said, reaching out and hugging Wei Fuyuan's shoulders affectionately:
"But my brother is only eighteen years old this year. It's easy to get crooked when a young man is exposed to too many temptations. It's better to be simple, right?"
Ms. Huang's expression became more and more embarrassed.
Beiquan's words are polite, but the underlying meaning is very obvious - you Lisa Media's relationship between men and women is messed up to the point of death, how bad is the atmosphere? My precious brother is still young, don't let those Yingying Yanyan provoke him!
"This... it's just a rumor, how can it be taken seriously?"
Ms. Huang subconsciously argued:
"The mental state of our company's employees is not very good, and they can't control themselves when they are stimulated... After the incident, our boss also attached great importance to this matter, and even hired a professional psychological consultant to guide the whole company!"
She paused, then emphasized:
"There are absolutely no relationship disputes! Our company has a very decent atmosphere and never messes with men and women!"
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When Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan returned to the "Three Ways", it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
Beiquan originally planned to send Wei Fuyuan to wash and sleep first, and he would talk about it tomorrow, but Young Master Wei pretended to have a problem and would not be able to sleep, so he grabbed Beiquan and insisted that he explain it clearly.
In Ms. Huang's mouth, Shen Xing's spirit was originally abnormal, and he had a dispute with Xu Ziye, and then killed someone on impulse.
But when it comes to why they quarreled, Ms. Huang insisted that she did not admit that it was an "emotional dispute between men and women" spread on the Internet.
Wei Fuyuan remembers it very clearly. At that time, Ms. Huang blurted out: "Since it is an emotional dispute, there must be a third party, right? If there is no third party, what kind of emotional dispute is it!"
"Actually, the same is true of what I heard from the police."
Beiquan smiled: "Is it a surprise?"
Wei Fuyuan widened his eyes.
If Shen Xing killed someone, he would naturally be detained.
After criminal detention, the police will of course find out the cause and effect.
According to Shen Xing's confession, Xu Ziye laughed at him for wanting to eat swan meat at the time, and he would only use a knife when he was angry.
Anyone who hears these rhetoric will think that Shen Xing must be unrequitedly in love with a certain woman in the company.
However, when the police asked the woman's name and identity, and then went to Lisa Media Co., Ltd. to investigate, they searched the entire company's employee files, but could not find the woman named "Yan Shuangshuang" in Shen Xing's mouth.
Due to the fact that there were no other eyewitnesses at the time, the surveillance video could not hear the sound, and the second party was already dead. The police couldn't verify why Shen and Wei quarreled, so they could only take Shen Xing's remarks as delusions. , recorded the motive for the killing as "a spat for personal reasons".
"Not found... What does it mean?"
Wei Fuyuan was so surprised that he was speechless.
The turn was so violent that he couldn't resist it.
If it is said that the female manager surnamed Huang refuses to admit that the peach dispute is serious enough to cause death for the company's reputation, that's all. If there is no such person after investigation by the police, then this legendary third party is Xiaoqing. The demonic daughter S in the mouth really doesn't exist anymore.
"Is Xiaoqing lying? Can your hotline lie?"
Wei Fuyuan was about to be in a mess.
"Wait, that's not right!"
He slapped his forehead and said a series of guesses in one breath:
"There is indeed a woman named 'Yan Shuangshuang' in Shen Xing's confession, right? This statement matches the content of Xiaoqing's phone call... Could it be that the two of them worked together to make up a non-existent S? But this is for the sake of What? To make excuses for murderers?"
Beiquan smiled slightly.
"how to say?"
He thought for a while, "What Xiaoqing said was her own truth."
Wei Fuyuan: "??"
He was covered in circles for a moment, and honestly admitted that he didn't quite understand:
"What is 'one's truth'?"
"Let me put it another way."
Beiquan explained patiently:
"'Thriller Night Talk' is a program we specially set up to capture ghosts. Its wavelength is very special, and only those who have contact with ghosts can listen to it in a specific way of reception."
"They don't need to use any equipment to listen to the program, because the content will be directly transmitted to their brains through our magic weapon in the form of radio waves. You can directly understand that their state at that time is very similar to a person's daydreaming. The content of the program It's what they know and feel in their dreams."
"This state of being asleep but not awake and awake will make them particularly want to talk, so they will use the way of storytelling to express their fear, anxiety or other emotions."
Beiquan did not explain how those people called the hotline.
"So in this state, the caller generally doesn't lie — but that doesn't mean he's telling the truth."
"Just like Mr. A, he only knew that he was the next prey of the executioner, but he didn't know why he was killed until his death - what the callers told us was only the 'truth' in their own perception, do you understand?"
Wei Fuyuan nodded blankly.
"... um, probably..."
The tone of his answer sounded rather unsure:
"That is to say, Xiaoqing herself believes that there is such a woman named S, or should be called 'Yan Shuangshuang', a demonic woman who will make all the men around her go crazy. 'Yan Shuangshuang' killed his colleague."
Master Wei thought about it:
"But the police didn't find him, and Lisa Media doesn't seem to admit that there is such a heartthrob..."
He said word by word:
"So, does this Yan Shuangshuang exist? Is it a human or a ghost? Where is it hiding now?"
The author has something to say: Hey, in fact, this story has nothing to do with Fujiang at all! >