Chapter 54 Our CEO Zhang could never be that heartless.
Zhang Mo could no longer bear it and returned to the [Dugu Sanpilang] live stream room, where a super administrator forced her to connect.
Super Administrator Zhang: "You three, stop right there!"
"?" The three little wolves looked at Zhang Mo, who had suddenly appeared on the phone screen, with blank expressions.
The heartless boss, Mr. Zhang, spoke rapidly with a cold expression: "From now on, whoever dies will do 50 push-ups next to him, and whoever dies within five minutes will do 100. Find a board to keep track of the totals, and tonight we'll tally up who does the most and they'll livestream themselves running naked downstairs for five laps."
"Huh? Okay." Actually, for the wolf clan, doing push-ups or running naked in the dead of winter were very easy things. Although they didn't quite understand why Zhang Mo was making this request, they were obedient and quickly got to work.
The audience, however, became excited—
This is way more entertaining than watching those three noobs play video games!!!
[Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for this wonderful surprise!]
[Mr. Zhang gives me the feeling that if it weren't for policy restrictions, he could make them do a striptease right there.]
If there really is a tunic dance, I'm willing to pay to watch it.
That won't do, that's so disrespectful (wipes drool)
[That's right, our CEO Zhang couldn't possibly be that heartless (looking forward to it)]
Zhang Mo simply said, "You're welcome," and hung up.
When I checked the data again on the afternoon of the third day, I found that the ranking had indeed changed, becoming—
1. [I am the number one immortal!]
2. [The Lone Wolf]
3. [Little Peach loves to eat]
【Jiu'er】was dropped out of the top three.
Jiang Mian sent a message to Zhang Mo, saying that several live streamers had offered to chat with her.
This is Zhang Mo's style of doing things. She can manage this group of demons, but they must be the ones who actively beg her to take charge.
Moreover, Zhang Mo didn't forget another important matter, and the lie came out of his mouth without hesitation: "Are there any descendants of Shennong? Recently, a traditional Chinese medicine hospital wants to cooperate with us on a project."
Jiang Mian was too easily fooled and didn't suspect anything at all, honestly answering, "Huh? There's still no news from him. The signal must be bad over Changbai Mountain."
Zhang Mo instantly lost interest: "Then let them wait, I'm busy these days." Then she hung up the phone.
However, this is not a perfunctory statement; it is the truth.
Because at this moment, she had arrived at Han Xiao's new residence in W City. A few hours earlier, the Sichuan City police had finally finished questioning Han Xiao. No matter what the police asked, Han Xiao insisted that she had only dreamt about it.
Inside the basement, the evidence of Ouyang Yuanzhong's murder was too obvious, with his fingerprints and DNA residue everywhere. There was no point in wasting any more time, so they had no choice but to let Han Xiao go and even thank her for providing the clue.
Han Xiao was in a great mood. This was almost the happiest she had been in the past six months. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she had finally gotten her revenge.
As soon as she was out of the police's sight, she sent an address, inviting Zhang Mo to have dinner at her new home in W city.
After all, given her level of fame, she might be surrounded by onlookers when she eats out.
Zhang Mo arrived at the address provided by Han Xiao at 6 PM. It was a high-end residential complex in a wealthy area of W city, where privacy and security were guaranteed.
The person who opened the door for her was a dark-skinned woman in her fifties wearing a gray apron.
The aunt first cautiously looked behind Zhang Mo to make sure no one was following her before she breathed a sigh of relief. However, she didn't say anything, but simply gestured for Zhang Mo to come in. She nervously rubbed her hands on her apron before turning around to get her disposable slippers.
Zhang Mo noticed that the woman had a limp in her left leg.
The living room was filled with the faint aroma of chicken soup. The house was about 200 square meters, a well-organized four-bedroom, two-living-room layout, and many of the household items were still in their original packaging.
Han Xiao is truly a courageous person. It is said that the day after she signed the contract with Zhang Mo, she moved her whole family to W City.
A girl, still wearing a Hello Kitty plush pajamas, stood awkwardly in front of the sofa. On the coffee table in front of her were some half-opened delivery bags, some messy sketchbooks, and high school textbooks.
The young woman had double eyelids, a high nose bridge, and a sweet appearance. Her big, watery eyes looked at Zhang Mo and she greeted him shyly, "Mr. Zhang, hello, please have a seat. Oh, this is Aunt Liu."
Aunt Liu remained silent, only nodding at Zhang Mo in a reserved yet friendly manner.
The girl explained, "Aunt Liu used to be our neighbor. She couldn't speak and couldn't live well in that place, so she came out with us... and now she's taking care of my mother."
The place where the girl paused sounded like she was originally going to say, "Let's escape together."
"But! Aunt Liu's cooking is delicious! My sister just called me and said she'll be there in ten minutes, and we should be able to eat when she arrives."
"I'm really looking forward to it." Zhang Mo nodded amicably.
Aunt Liu then went back to the kitchen to get busy.
The girl turned on the TV, which was playing CCTV6 by default, and it was showing the movie in which Han Xiao had a cameo role.
The fact that the official channels are actively broadcasting Han Xiao's work is a good sign. It indicates that the entertainment industry's soft ban on her has begun to waver.
The girl stared at the TV screen, momentarily lost in thought; she hadn't seen her sister on TV in a long time. But she quickly recovered and turned the TV volume down a few notches: "Sorry, my mom just took her medicine and went to sleep."
"It's okay." Zhang Mo found a single sofa and sat down, looking at the girl who was still standing there awkwardly, and asked with a slightly amused expression, "What's your name?"
The girl paused for a second: "My name is Han Le now."
Now? It seems that the previous name was something on the same level as "Han Zhaodi".
Zhang Mo smiled and said, "It sounds very nice." She was never stingy with praise at times like this.
Han Le then revealed a shy smile and sat down on the sofa.
Zhang Mo: "Don't worry about me, just do what you need to do."
Han Le didn't seem to have much social experience. Hearing Zhang Mo's words, he didn't know how to respond, so he just obediently said "Oh" and continued unpacking the package. First, he unpacked a brand new box of paints, and then a huge canvas.
With nothing to do, Zhang Mo looked around aimlessly.
Then, my attention was drawn to the four documents on the table.
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