Chapter 737 Su Miao Extra 9: Calculating Miao Miao

Su Miao was startled and panicked at first, then gradually calmed down. When she was moving the flowers just now, she clearly felt the rope that fixed the wooden box break, so the flower pot in her hand fell down.

If a potted plant falls to the ground and the pot breaks, you can replace it. As long as the flower is not dead, there is still a chance of keeping it alive.

Su Miao had grown flowers before, whether in the Su family or the Song family. Growing flowers was a hobby for her, but Su Miao had never touched such expensive orchids.

Su Miao squatted down and turned over the soil. The appearance of the flower was ruined, and the flower stem buried in the soil was also broken. Could it still be alive?

Orchids are delicate, let alone this variety, which is the famous ghost orchid. Not to mention whether it is wild, artificial cultivation will take a lot of time, the survival rate is low, and the long-term conditions are too harsh.

No wonder she was paid 500 for moving a pot of flowers. Manager Zhang didn't tell her in advance what kind of flowers she was moving. Now that they are broken, I guess all the responsibility will be put on her.

Su Miao was not stupid. Combining all the factors, she realized that she had fallen into the trap designed by Song Hansheng from the moment she met him. She was still so foolish as to think that Song Hansheng would not recognize her in this horrible look.

The expensive potted plants were smashed. Manager Zhang heard the noise and immediately ran over: "Xiao Su, didn't I remind you to be careful? Do you know how much these flowers cost?"

Su Miao laughed sarcastically. How could she not know how much it cost? Song Hansheng was really willing to invest.

Su Miao stared at her disheveled body. Her legs were a little sore. The painkillers seemed to have worn off. Her stomach started to hurt again. She struggled to stand up, not knowing where to look.

Manager Zhang was still lecturing, but no matter how much he said, even if he talked until his mouth was dry, Su Miao would not listen to a single word.

This was all a setup. Since she took the initiative to fall into the trap, she had to admit it. It was impossible to detect it with the surveillance camera, and she couldn't prove that the flower pot had been tampered with.

Call the police?

As a labor camp prisoner with a criminal record, how many people would believe what she said?

Not to mention that Song Hansheng's status is getting bigger and bigger now. Although it may be a little difficult for him to cover the sky with one hand in J City, it is too easy for him to cover up a small thing like Su Miao.

"The owner of this flower hasn't left yet. I think he's easy to get along with. If you explain it to him in person, maybe you can reduce the compensation."

"Who is the owner of the flower?" Su Miao asked knowingly.

Sure enough, Manager Zhang heard the familiar name: "Mr. Song of the Song Group, Song Hansheng, you should know."

"Yes, of course I know." No one knew better than her.

Is he easy to get along with? If arranging people to torture her day and night in prison, breaking her fingers, scalding her flesh with boiling water, branding her back with boiling oil, and breaking her calves with kicks...if all of these are considered good character, then there are no evil people in this world...

Su Miao was wearing a mask, so no one saw the sneer on her face.

Manager Zhang convicted her of a crime with just one sentence.

"Do I have to pay the compensation alone?"

Manager Zhang was stunned. He didn't expect Su Miao to say this first. Wouldn't ordinary people panic when they heard about paying hundreds of thousands of dollars? Yet, she remained calm.

"Xiao Su, I gave you 500 yuan before arranging your move. If you took the money and didn't do the job properly, it's naturally your fault. But I see that you are struggling to make a monthly salary, so the hotel and I will bear part of the cost for you."

"How much is a portion?"

"It depends on what Mr. Song wants. How much does he want? If you are not satisfied, we will call the police and sue him." Manager Zhang said in a serious tone, obviously wanting to use the police to intimidate Su Miao.

Hundreds of thousands of dollars are not just for fun.

Song Hansheng came for her, so it was her own bad luck.

"Come on, I'll take you upstairs."

Manager Song made a phone call and said a few words. Song Hansheng was resting in the hotel room on the 15th floor. He came here to discuss business.

Manager Song knocked on the door twice, and the bodyguard inside opened the door. Looking at the tall and strong bodyguard, Manager Zhang, a man, felt panic.

"Mr. Song, I'm sorry. It was our hotel staff who were incompetent and broke your potted plants. I've brought Xiao Su here to apologize to you."

"Send her in."

Su Miao had prepared herself mentally, but when she heard Song Hansheng's cold voice, her heart still sank.

Su Miao was pushed in by Manager Zhang. She saw the person sitting inside, only a back figure, and a sharp aura enveloped the entire room.

Song Hansheng stood up and glanced at Su Miao indifferently. She still had her head down, a mask on, and her shoulder-length hair tied in a bun, a common outfit in hotels.

He looked at Su Miao and ordered the bodyguards in the room: "You guys take Manager Zhang down. I don't need to guard here. You can rest now."

This meant that everyone had to leave, leaving Su Miao alone in the room to face Song Hansheng.

"Xiao Su?" Song Hansheng laughed, but no one knew what he was laughing at.

Su Miao kept her head down until she heard footsteps. A pair of shiny black leather shoes appeared in her lowered sight, with the toes pointing towards her.

"Should I call you Xiao Su, or Su Miao? Or Miao Miao?"

The last "Miao Miao" distracted Su Miao for a moment. Before she could come to her senses, she felt a huge force at her jaw. She was forced to look up and look into Song Hansheng's smiling and cold eyes.