Chapter 379 The Blame

"What did he do before?" Jing Wenbin asked.

"I don't know, maybe a finance guy?" A bodyguard wanted to say something more professional, such as a financial practitioner, but when the words came to his lips, he tried to make them as rude as possible.

Jing Wenbin was surprised for a second, "I've never heard him mention it before."

Bodyguard: "It's probably just an internship." What's the point of saying it or not? Just give him an extra steamed bun.

The man in the kitchen returned to the sink, continued washing the dishes with a bitter face.

The attitude of working seriously is not affected by emotions at all.

"Boss Bin, please think of a solution quickly. There are too many people coming and going here. It's not nice for me to carry this name. It will affect your reputation."

It was then that Jing Wenbin noticed that a line of words suddenly appeared above his head like a scrolling screen: Deliberately attacking employees, punished by washing dishes for 12 hours - (Jing Wenbin) One of President Bin's bodyguards.

"Fuck," Jing Wenbin cursed out loud, unable to contain himself. "You're the one being punished. Why are you using my name? Did you just name me?!"

This place is located in the center of the restaurant. People are coming and going to pick up their meals. When you look up, you can see an idiot washing dishes, and his name is floating above his head?

He took the blame for his subordinates?

The veins on Jing Wenbin's forehead throbbed violently, and a storm of anger brewed in his eyes.

The people inside saw that the situation was not good, so they buried their heads in their work and pretended not to hear.

Little did he know that the more he lowered his head, the clearer the words appeared to the other person.

Jing Wenbin felt as if these words were laughing at him loudly and hideously.

"Bang!"

Very good, he became famous. In an absolutely unexpected way, countless people remembered the three words Jing Wenbin!

"You," he poked the shield hard, the ripples making his outline and expression twisted and hideous, "very good."

The people inside were trembling all over.

"Hey, Mr. Bin hasn't eaten yet?"

Just when he was furious and had no place to vent, a voice that sounded extremely hateful to him suddenly came to his ears.

Turning around, it was indeed the woman who claimed to be Boss Xia.

In his eyes, Xia Yanqian and Wen Shan's smiles were like demons waving knives and forks and laughing loudly.

If possible, he would like to...

"Mr. Bin seems to be very dissatisfied with me?" Xia Yan smiled and looked straight into his gloomy eyes without any fear. She was even eager to throw him in to wash the dishes together.

There is a shortage of staff now, and if she volunteers, she can work a few more hours.

Jing Wenbin suddenly felt his breathing become sluggish, as if the water around him was vaguely shrinking him inward, and his limbs felt gently entangled.

He suddenly realized his current situation, forced himself to suppress his emotions, and tried to put on a smile. He said calmly, "Of course not. I'm just curious, Boss Xia. I don't remember ever telling you my name. Could it be that this subordinate of mine told you?"

"What does it matter?" Xia Yan asked back.

Jing Wenbin took a deep breath and said, "Okay, it's okay. I just have a request - can you change the information above to his own name?"

Xia Yan moved his gaze to the line of words.

"That makes sense. If everyone could see it, who would break the rules? Then who would do the job of washing the dishes? We can't always ask Mr. Bin's people to come. Besides, Mr. Bin also trained them in housekeeping. The way he washed the dishes is so shiny."

She opened the background and canceled the settings.

"That's good."

Refreshing.

Jing Wenbin's face turned black: Although the process was contrary to what he expected, as long as the result was perfect, that's enough.

When he casually glanced at the people around her, he suddenly found that one of them was a tall, brown-black man who looked somewhat familiar.

"You!" He strode over and reached out to pull the mask covering his face, "Who are you?!"

The tall man frowned, his eyes flashing with extreme disgust and hatred, and when he was about to touch him, he swung his hand down heavily.

“Bang!”

Jing Wenbin felt pain, but his eyes did not leave his face. He stared straight into those very familiar handsome eyes that seemed like he could see them every day.

Suddenly, an idea struck me, "It's you! Jing Yimai!"

Xia Yan glanced between the two of them, "So you two know each other?"

"More than just knowing each other," Jing Wenbin shook his reddened hand and smiled excitedly, "This guy is my cousin, isn't he? Cousin, I wonder if you've thought about me during these days of fleeing? I miss you so much that I can't sleep at night~"

The bodyguard standing next to him rubbed his hands together and walked slowly towards him, his whole face filled with the ruthlessness and indifference that came from struggling in the apocalypse.

You know what's worthless?

life.

Jing Yimai ignored him, his deep voice penetrating the thin mask, "Where were you hiding at the time? Under the bed? Or in some small bathroom in the secret room?"

It was this incoherent sentence that made Jing Wenbin's face turn purple.

Jing Yimai took off his mask, revealing a face that looked very similar to him.

Jing Yimai smiled, his teeth looking even whiter against his dark skin. "I guessed right."

It was mentioned that Jing Wenbin’s favorite thing was to set up an escape room under his villa.

An inconspicuous wooden board may be a secret door leading to the next room, or it may be a sliding corridor leading vertically downwards.

It looks like an ordinary refrigerator for storing drinks, but when you pull a hidden switch somewhere, a ladder descends...

There are too many similar mechanisms. Jing Yimai was invited to experience it once, and he also knew that he had been making changes to it, adding countless cameras and small attack mechanisms.

What happened in the end, no one except him knows.

This is also why Jing Yimai finally threw the fire in.

"I remember you once said there was electricity inside. Did you just hide inside and watch them get mauled to death by zombies?"

Jing Wenbin's face was pale and he looked at him with horror.

That was a secret he kept deep in his heart, how could Jing Yimai possibly know it?!

Jing Yi took a step forward. "When they were screaming your name and telling you to hide and not come out, you just watched silently with that expression on your face? You really are a good son to your parents."

Jing Wenbin was suddenly dragged by memories, and a high-definition electronic screen appeared before his eyes——

On each small surveillance screen, he pointed frantically to find his parents running quickly in a certain screen.

Looking towards the end of the passage, they saw that following behind them was the latest monster created by experiment - zombies.

"How could this happen? How did they spread so quickly? Weren't they saying it was under control?!"

Jing Wenbin pounded the wall angrily, clutching his hair with both hands in agony.

It's only been a few days, and the virus has managed to cross mountains and seas and reach his home?