Chapter 100 No matter when she was, she would never write



An office.

Qin Yuan sat on the sofa with a gloomy face.

Meng Yun closed the door and moved closer to him. "Brother Qin, it's a good thing we pushed all the evidence against him this time, otherwise we would have failed."

"This matter spread here too quickly." Qin Yuan said worriedly.

Fortunately, he allowed the second-in-command to be arrogant during this period and also guided that person's recent behavior, which made people suspicious.

And the evidence of framing the person will surely be found by the Ming family soon.

This way, you don’t have to worry about being discovered.

"Oh, there are some here and there..." Meng Yun said.

Qin Yuan retracted his gaze and said, "It's all thanks to Lin Wen. Otherwise, it would be very dangerous for me to come forward and suspect my own people."

"That kid is sophisticated and selfish, and he knows what to do and when." Meng Yun couldn't help but admire him.

The two were talking when they suddenly smelled the scent of incense.

Qin Yuan opened the window and saw an altar below. On the altar was an incense stick as thick as an arm, which was being lit.

The strong smell of incense spread throughout the area.

Qin Yuan looked carefully and saw that it was Lin Wen's people, and the girl was also present.

"Go see what they're doing." He frowned.

Meng Yun quickly ran downstairs, "This is an office building, what are you doing here!"

Ah Hu pointed at Song Shanshan and said, "This is our Feng Shui master. When someone dies, we must perform rituals to help them transcend. Otherwise, if we leave it alone, the Feng Shui here will get worse and worse."

Meng Yun heard this and laughed.

"Ah Hu, you've only been with this girl for a few days and you're already so obedient to her? You've been here for years, and countless things like this happen every day, yet you're never so shy."

Ah Hu muttered.

He couldn't say that this was part of the live broadcast in the evening.

The quarrel between the two did not affect Song Shanshan's dancing of the Great God Dance. She stood aside, muttering to herself in a rather mysterious manner.

Meng Yun shook his head, turned around and went back to take the elevator.

Song Shanshan took out a handful of yellow paper, scattered it into the air, then took out another handful and set it on fire.

The smell of incense near the office building is stronger.

Meng Yun returned to the sixth floor. He opened Qin Yuan's office and was about to complain to him, but he saw Qin Yuan frowning and in a daze.

"What's wrong, Brother Qin?" Meng Yun locked the door.

Qin Yuan looked at the yellow paper in his hand, on which were a few lines of words written.

"A famous fortune teller in the industry."

"You can verify this with Guoan's captain, Wu."

"See you at the factory this morning."

Qin Yuan frowned and looked out the window. Yellow papers were flying all over the sky, but none of them flew to the window like the one in his hand.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed something at random, and flipped it open. There was no writing on the yellow paper.

"I have to go out today to check some things with the contact."

After saying that, he burned the yellow paper with the words on it and flushed it down the toilet.

Before leaving, he instructed Meng Yun, "Please keep a close eye on Miss Song. Pay attention to her whereabouts and ensure her safety."

Qin Yuan left with a solemn expression.

This is so bizarre.

If what Miss Song said is true, then her actions are undoubtedly exposing herself to the sun.

If the yellow paper flies to someone else's window, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But if this is Lin Wen’s method of fishing, one has to admit that he is very lucky!

But no matter which situation it is, he needs to verify it, even though it is very dangerous at this critical juncture.

Qin Yuan didn't explain much, but Meng Yun was already used to following orders, and watched him leave worriedly.

......

downstairs.

Qin Yuan glanced at Song Shanshan who was performing a ritual and left.

After Song Shanshan finished dancing the Great God Dance, her forehead was covered with sweat. She looked at the yellow paper ashes on the ground and was very satisfied.

At this moment, Ah Hu's cell phone rang.

"Xiao Song, Brother Lin wants you to go upstairs."

Song Shanshan lowered her eyes and took the elevator to Lin Wen's office.

"Brother Lin, what do you want from me?"

Lin Wen pushed a stack of documents to her and said, "Let's sign the contract today."

Song Shanshan was slightly stunned.

Originally, Lin Wen was not in a hurry about this matter.

Is it because of what happened this morning?

Song Shanshan looked at one of the forms which required filling in the family's identity information.

She sneered.

How could she possibly write something like this?

"Brother Lin, do I have to fill out this form?"

Lin Wen knew she would ask this, so he explained, "Yes, we all have to write this when we join the company, and I'm no exception. Writing this will benefit both you and me."

Song Shanshan lowered her eyes and said nothing.

"What? You don't want to write? This is a token of allegiance, no exceptions." Lin Wen's attitude became more serious, as if he was releasing his authority.

In the past, no one dared to object to the contract, so Song Shanshan became lawless under his loose management.

Song Shanshan put down the pen and said, "I won't write. I can reduce the 20% commission to 10%. Brother Lin, please help me."

Now that her younger sister is gone, she doesn’t know how she refused in her previous life.

But she knew very well that no matter who she was at that time, she would never write.

Song Shanshan lowered his head and hid the murderous intent in his eyes.

Lin Wen slammed the table and said, "You're such a jerk! How dare you talk back to me? I negotiated this contract with you. If I were ruthless, I could have completely omitted the commission, and you wouldn't have the right to refuse!"

What happened in the morning made him a little nervous.

Because he didn't know whether that person was an undercover agent or not. If the undercover agent was among them, he could become the next scapegoat at any time.

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