Chapter 195: Cry, Make a Trouble, and Hang Yourself
The first thing Qi Mo did when he arrived at the company was to call Assistant Zhou. "Fire Driver Jin. I can't afford someone who doesn't know who his boss is. Have the finance department pay his salary and let him go."
"And find me a driver."
Assistant Zhou agreed and quickly left the office.
He walked over to the fleet office and saw Driver Jin sitting in his seat with a swollen face. He walked over and said, "Go and complete the resignation procedures, get your salary, and leave."
Driver Jin was dumbfounded. "Is this what Mr. Qi meant?"
He felt extremely aggrieved. "But, but I had no choice yesterday. Mrs. Qi came to me personally, and I couldn't just say nothing. I just told her the location of the party, and I got beaten for no reason!"
Assistant Zhou hadn't seen the video yet and didn't know what happened yesterday, but he could analyze a lot from the three words "Mrs. Qi".
He said calmly, "You're just a driver, and you casually revealed the boss's whereabouts. Which boss would dare to employ someone like you?"
"No need to say anything, go to the finance department to settle your salary and leave."
Driver Jin regretted it deeply. This job paid well and the work was easy. Mr. Qi drove himself most of the time and only needed him as a driver when he had social engagements.
Where can I find a job with high pay and little work if I leave here?
Thinking of the look that President Qi gave him yesterday, Driver Jin walked out in frustration.
The public relations department discovered the video related to Qi Mo and quickly sent it to Assistant Zhou.
After reading it, Assistant Zhou twitched his lips and quickly walked into the office to report to Qi Mo.
Qi Mo saw that his mother's face was mosaiced, and he didn't care. He said lightly: "Don't worry about it."
"By the way, please forward the video to me."
Assistant Zhou quickly forwarded it to Qi Mo, then left with his phone.
After Assistant Zhou left, Qi Mo held his phone and watched the video several times. The more he watched, the more he felt that the arrogant and generous Lin Xi was adorable.
I really want to hug you, but unfortunately I can’t.
Just as I was distracted, the phone in my hand suddenly vibrated.
He took a look and saw that it was his home phone.
He didn't answer.
The phone kept vibrating. Qi Mo frowned and answered the phone. The housekeeper's anxious voice came to his ears, "Master, this is bad. Madam committed suicide!"
Qi Mo's voice was very calm, "Has he committed suicide? Or is he planning to commit suicide?"
The housekeeper choked and said, "Well, no, I'm not sure. The lady's door is closed and we can't get in."
Qi Mo said calmly: "The door was closed, how did you know she wanted to commit suicide?"
"Do you have X-ray vision?"
The butler was speechless for a long time.
Qi Mo continued, "If you're worried, just break the door and take a look."
"If you can't break the door, just attack the Yaoyao Spirit or the Yaoyao Wine."
After saying that, he hung up the call.
He remembered Bai Lan's move and had used it several times.
It was used to threaten his father Qi Yunjiang before, and later it was used to threaten him.
He knew that Bai Lan was reluctant to die. She would not die as long as his father's mistress was still alive.
The housekeeper held the receiver, listened to the "beep" sound coming from his ear, hung up the phone helplessly, and walked upstairs.
Walking to a bedroom upstairs, he knocked on the door cautiously, "Madam, the young master, he—"
Bai Lan's sharp voice came from inside, "Did the young master promise to come back?"
The butler lowered his head and said, "No, no, the young master asked me to beat Yaoyaoling."
There was a scream from inside the house, followed by the sound of porcelain breaking against the wall. The bedroom was covered with thick carpet, so the sound could only have hit the wall.
The butler listened to the sound and quickly analyzed it.
The bedroom door suddenly opened and Bai Lan walked out with a fruit knife in her hand.
She was wearing a long nightgown, her hair loose, and she stared at the housekeeper intently, "You call him on video, I want him to watch his mother die in front of him."
The housekeeper took out his cell phone tremblingly and wailed in his heart that he was so unlucky to have such a crazy hostess.
When Qi Mo saw the video request sent by the housekeeper, he hung up directly and turned off his phone.
It was obvious that Bai Lan must have come up with some way to force him to submit.
If she really committed suicide, the housekeeper should call 120.
The housekeeper called but got no response, so he called Qi Mo again. Then, with a gloomy face, he said to Bai Lan, "The young master's phone is turned off."
Bai Lan's eyes flashed with madness, "Where is he? Where is he now?"
The housekeeper shrank his head and said, "I don't know. Today is the weekend. Maybe, maybe he's at home."
Bai Lan's eyes were red. "Find his assistant and find out where he lives right now! I want to die in front of his house!"
The housekeeper wanted to throw his phone away and quit.
Who wants to play with you, you crazy woman?
But he couldn't. The job paid well, and he had a family to support and a mortgage to pay, so he didn't dare leave.
He reluctantly dialed Assistant Zhou's number, "Hello, this is Butler Sun."
Assistant Zhou had Butler Sun's number saved, so he asked respectfully, "Butler Sun, what can I do for you?"
"Madam, I'd like to ask, in which neighborhood is the house that the young master bought located?"
Assistant Zhou raised his eyebrows and said, "Haha, I just fired a driver, and now you're trying to harm me again?"
He quickly held the phone away, covered the microphone, released it, and covered it again, saying at the same time: "Hey, what's going on? Why is the signal bad? Hello, can Butler Sun hear you? Hello--"
Then he reached out and hung up the phone.
Then I blocked this number.
How could Butler Sun not know Assistant Zhou's tricks? He looked at Bai Lan with great embarrassment.
Fortunately, he had turned on the volume louder.
Since last night, Bai Lan hasn't been able to catch his breath.
She didn't sleep much all night. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, and the angrier she got, the more she thought about it.
Her hatred for Lin Xi has surpassed that for Qi Yunjiang's mistress.
At least the mistress didn't dare to be so arrogant to her.
But she couldn't control or deal with that damn girl Lin Xi, so she had no choice but to ask Qi Mo for help.
But Qi Mo ignored her, and even Qi Mo's assistant pretended to obey her.
The fire in her heart had no place to burn!
Bai Lan held the knife and looked at his wrist.
Should I cut it or not?
It will hurt, and most importantly, it will leave scars!
However, if Qi Mo doesn't do it for real this time, he probably won't come back.
She gritted her teeth and cut her wrist.
Butler Sun stood by in amazement, watching Bai Lan gently pull his wrist with the knife.
Oh my god, there was a cut about one centimeter long on my wrist.
It was very shallow and several drops of blood were shed.
Butler Sun suddenly shouted, "Someone, the lady committed suicide!"
Then he rushed forward and snatched Bai Lan's knife.
He didn't dare let Bai Lan really commit suicide. There were surveillance cameras in the corridor. If he didn't bravely grab the knife, it would be his fault in the end.
(End of this chapter)
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