The curator whispered a few words on the phone in a humble tone, as if begging some big shot for help.
After hanging up the phone, he glared at Ye Hong viciously, gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait until you die! You dare to offend me, huh, huh, huh!"
Ye Hong yawned boredly, ignored the curator's threat, picked up a book next to him and read it with gusto.
Everyone around him didn't know how to react and could only sigh silently at Ye Hong's big heart.
The teller named Xiaohui who was at the counter just now quietly walked up behind Ye Hong and Yue Shiyin.
Her face was full of panic, and she whispered to the two of them: "You two, run away!
The curator knows the big shots in the city hall, you can't compete with him! "
Yue Shiyin looked panicked and couldn't help but look at Ye Hong.
Ye Hong didn't even raise his head and asked calmly: "How do you know?"
Xiaohui usually had a good relationship with Yue Shiyin, but now she saw that the boyfriend she thought was Yue Shiyin didn't seem to be aware of the danger, and she couldn't help but feel anxious and almost cried.
She said eagerly: “I saw it with my own eyes!
A few years ago, the curator brought the big shot to this office and then ordered one of our female colleagues to accompany the big shot.
Later we saw the female colleague running out of here disheveled.
Within a few days, I heard that she had committed suicide.
After this incident, the curator issued a silence order, claiming that anyone who dared to spread the news would be killed.
I have no choice but to tell you this.
And after that incident, the curator was still sitting in this position unharmed.
So do you understand? ! "
Ye Hong paused in turning the book, and the page was accidentally torn in half by his overflowing force.
Yue Shiyin also turned pale when she heard this. Recalling the scene just now, she couldn't help but feel scared.
If it weren't for Ye Hong, she and the female colleague who committed suicide would have been the same fate!
Thinking of this, Yue Shiyin couldn't help but shiver all over, and couldn't help but put her body next to Ye Hong, as if this could make her body no longer cold.
Ye Hong raised his head and glanced at Xiaohui, and said calmly: "I understand, thank you for telling me this."
Xiao Hui was stunned for a moment. Although Ye Hong still had the same indifferent tone, Xiao Hui always felt as if there was an extra ball of fire in his eyes.
"You know everything, why don't you leave?!"
She became even more anxious when she saw Ye Hong didn't even move his butt.
Ye Hong was silent for a moment, put down the book, and said word by word: "Because some innocent souls are destined not to be forgotten by this world in vain!"
Yue Shiyin and Xiaohui were shocked, and their eyes turned red.
But the two of them had no intention of persuading Ye Hong to leave.
The voices of the three people were not loud and did not spread in the noisy scene.
The curator didn't know what Xiaohui said yet, but still looked at Ye Hong with a sinister smile.
Not long after, there was a crisp and rapid sound of high heels outside the door.
A fat middle-aged woman like a mountain of meat suddenly came to the door.
When she saw the tragic situation of the curator, she was so frightened that she threw away her satchel and threw herself next to the curator.
"Husband, husband! What's wrong with you?!
Who hurt you? ! "
It turned out that the curator's wife was here.
The curator didn't speak, but looked at Ye Hong and Yue Shiyin with sinister eyes.
In full view of the public, he did not dare to tell the truth.
The curator's wife looked back, and when she saw Yue Shiyin's beautiful and refined face, her eyes couldn't help but a flash of pity and hatred.
She knows her husband's temperament better than anyone else.
But even so, she still had to help her husband for the money in his pocket.
(End of chapter)