Chapter 88
An abandoned underground garage in Mishiroda
Bang--
The woman in black nightgown jumped up nimbly.
One hand supported the roof of a black car, drew a graceful arc in the air, and then landed steadily on the ground.
A group of people not far away from her saw that their attack was nimbly avoided by the other party.
The leader's face darkened, and he immediately ordered, "This damned woman must die here. Otherwise, it will be the death of you and me."
The younger brother behind him heard what his boss said, raised his weapon and aimed at Qiao Ye who had just landed.
Bullets were fired as if they were free, continuously sweeping towards the position where Qiao Ye was.
The woman's expression hidden under the veil was also very ugly.
She didn't have many bullets left. If she allowed them to continue, a protracted war would definitely not be a good option for her.
She could barely catch her breath by using the few zombie cars in the underground garage. She was about to change the magazine for her gun, but when she reached into her pocket, she suddenly stopped.
She no longer had enough bullets.
He gritted his teeth and glanced at the time.
She needed to hold off for another thirty minutes.
Now we can only mediate.
She placed the pistol on the ground, raised her hands above her head, and slowly walked out from behind the car.
She laughed awkwardly, "Haha... Brothers, don't be so serious... I know I can't beat you. Why don't we sit down and have a good talk?"
Several grown men were very wary of her abnormal behavior.
There was no intention of putting down the gun in his hand.
The leader watched her walk forward in small steps and shouted, "What are you going to do? If you really want to negotiate with us, just stand there and don't move. Otherwise, don't blame us for leaving you here."
This sentence successfully made Qiao stop and say, "No, no, no, let's talk it out, let's talk it out..."
The leader winked at one of his men, who quickly understood and ran towards the place where she had just fired the gun.
Then he kicked the gun far away.
Then he made an "OK" gesture to his boss.
The boss finally felt relieved and ordered his men to tie Qiao up and tie him to a pillar.
The leader had just picked up the phone to report today's results to his immediate superior when he was interrupted by Qiao Ye.
"Aren't you afraid of missing some evidence when you report to him like this?"
Hearing her say this, the man paused, and his eagle-like eyes fell on her, "What do you mean?"
"You must be unwilling to always obey orders from your superiors and be ordered around like trash." Qiao also smiled slightly.
"..." The man stared at her, then revealed an expression of "as expected." "You, woman, are just as the rumors say, skilled at deceiving the public with your lies. Unfortunately, this doesn't work on me."
After saying that, the man prepared to continue making a call.
Before he could type, he heard Joe continue, "Actually, I don't have to tell you. But why don't you think about it? In this huge state of Michigan, why can you only be the scapegoat? Why can't you command others to do this? Is it you who can't do it, or is it you who don't dare..."
Before Qiao Ye could finish her words, the next second the cold muzzle of a gun was pointed at her forehead.
If she said anything wrong next, the bullet would go through her head and kill her.
This was the first time that Joe had experienced the feeling of having a gun pointed at his head.
So her eyes darkened for just a moment.
But soon, she hid this emotion and put on that harmless smile again.
"If you dare to say another word, I'll smash your head off."
Qiao Ye seemed not to hear his words, and just continued to talk to himself: "I have a way to let you have a share of this, how about it?"
The man's hands were very steady, not even shaking, but his next question betrayed his true thoughts.
"Would you be so kind?"
Hearing this, Qiao knew there was hope. She smiled and said, "How will you know if you don't try? After all, by sending me back now, you're just giving them the news for free. Why don't you keep it for yourself?"
“…”
Joe knew too well where these people's weaknesses were.
So she only needed a few words to make them let her go temporarily.
As expected, the man lowered his eyes, looked down at her condescendingly, then slowly squatted down, pointing the black muzzle of the gun at her chin.
A sinister tone rang in her ears, "Tell me, if you dare to lie to me even a word, I'll poke your head through with this gun."
The woman gave a flattering smile and said, "How could that be? I am like a fish, ready to be slaughtered, big brother."
She glanced at the watch on her wrist and saw that there were still fifteen minutes.
Delaying for another fifteen minutes was already her limit. If Shang Yiran hadn't finished yet, then all her efforts today would be wasted.
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Shang Yiran sits at the top of the K Chamber of Commerce.
In front of her were many old men, all of whom were the ones who had worked hard with Qiao Yang.
Directly in her direction was the door to the conference room, and above the door hung a clock.
The sound of the second hand ticking away, like a death knell, kept striking her cochlea.
Next, Qiao is also trying to fight for time, and she must get these old stubborn people to sign all the contracts in their hands within half an hour.
"We're sorry, Miss Shang. We are sorry that we cannot fulfill your request." One of the old men stood up and rejected her request.
Shang Yiran knew him and he was the most stubborn person here.
As long as we can convince him, today will be a complete victory.
She moved her wrists and slowly raised her head, exposing her delicate face to everyone's gaze.
"Really? Mr. Alrosa, I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm informing you. You certainly have the right to refuse, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court."
As soon as she finished speaking, a man strode in with a stack of documents.
Put all the information in your hand in front of everyone.
"Here's the contract. If you agree to sign it, just sign it."
"If you don't agree, then you might want to take a look at what's under your contracts."
Her words made many people pick up the contract and look at the contents underneath.
Many people's expressions change the moment they see something.
Some people even signed their names on the spot and then walked away.
Alrosa's face instantly darkened when he saw the information below.
"Ms. Shang, are you sure this contract is legally binding?"
"Of course, this contract was written directly by a top law graduate from Scott University. If you have any objections, we can just file a lawsuit."
Shang Yiran even had the mood to paint his nails.
Although she looked nonchalant, her hands hidden under the table had actually begun to tremble, because there were only ten minutes left before the time she and Joe had agreed upon.
Cold sweat even began to seep out of her forehead.
"..." Alrosa stared at her intently, as if he wanted to poke a hole in her. Finally, he asked, "Why are you, a foreigner, suddenly getting involved in our affairs? Give me a reason."
Hearing this, Shang Yiran finally sat up straight and said seriously, "It's not that I had to get involved. The only one to blame is that guy Qiao Yang. You can see, I'm just a pathetic ox and horse. There are people more powerful than me."
As she spoke, she showed a look of helplessness.
"But Qiao Yang is just our agent in name only. He doesn't get involved in any of our decisions."
Shang Yiran smiled, as if he had been waiting for him to ask this question.
She took out a stack of documents from her drawer, walked to the old man, and gently placed them in front of him.
"You think Qiao Yang is just your agent. But is there a possibility that you... are also agents in Qiao Yang's eyes?"
Her words seemed like the whispers of a devil, giving the old man goosebumps all over his body.
He immediately turned his head, his eyes sharp, "What do you mean?!"
Shang Yiran pushed the information in front of him and said, "Hey, just take a look and you'll know, right?"
The old man glanced at her, picked up the information with some doubt, and began to read it slowly.
The further I looked, the uglier his expression became.
After watching him finish reading it himself, Shang Yiran slowly began to explain, "He deposited all of your money into the foundation and left it to his illegitimate child. He's not even the legitimate heir as he officially declared."
As she spoke, Shang Yiran brought out the report that Qiao Yang had officially announced that Qiao Ye was the heir, to prove that what she said was true.
"Now the child born in wedlock wants to take back everything that belongs to him. Is that wrong?" The woman returned to her seat, looking very relaxed. "I think it's right. What do you think?"
But even though her body seemed relaxed, her heartbeat had already soared to 180.
The clock above the conference room door kept ticking.
At this time, there were only three minutes left before the time she and Qiao had agreed upon.
If Alrosa cannot sign the contract in these three minutes, then everything they have done before will be in vain.
Joe will also be put in a passive position because of this.
"If I sign this contract, what can you bring me?"
I have to say that Alrosa is very shrewd and he knows very well what kind of person she is.
The reason is simple: they are the same kind of people.
Setting traps in contracts is a very normal practice.
So he chose to ask Shang Yiran directly.
The woman swallowed subconsciously and explained, "It's clearly stated in this contract. If you sign it, we promise that your profit will be approximately 0.1 percentage point higher than the previous contract with Qiao Yang."
The old man looked at her, as if trying to find any signs of lying from the subtle expressions on her face.
Shang Yiran's face remained calm and composed.
But her eyes kept looking at the clock at the door.
At this time, there were only ninety seconds left before their agreed time.
"Are you sure about what you said?" the old man asked again.
"Of course." The woman smiled.
But her hands hanging by her side were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.
But she seemed to feel no pain at all.
All I could see was the ticking sound of the clock.
Forty seconds...
Still, will it be too late?
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