“A friend of mine comes here almost every other day and says he feels very comfortable here. I’d like to know how comfortable he feels?” Allen winked at the receptionist.
The receptionist then carefully took out their Tangyu promotional brochure.
"Sir, this document details all our services. Please take a look before deciding whether to become a member."
Allen then asked, "What are the membership requirements?"
Receptionist: "One million a year."
Meanwhile, upstairs in the general manager's office, Mark looked at the surveillance footage on his computer, his eyes slightly narrowed.
The original general manager stood respectfully to the side.
Mark asked, "Keep an eye on this person, whether he's a member or not. Also, if there's anything to report, report it elsewhere. We've already been exposed here."
The general manager was puzzled: "Exposure? Impossible! We've always been very careful. This is the first time we've contacted you in years. How could this be..."
Mark pointed at Allen, who was still chatting with the receptionist on the computer screen: "This guy, the youngest agent in FBI history, do you think he would suddenly travel all the way across the ocean just to spend three million to become your member?"
How could a man as naive as Fu Yanci have such a stupid son?
But now is still the right time.
My wife's face is also fragrant and soft.
Hatred permeated every word.
"They installed surveillance cameras?" I wanted to laugh, but my surgically enhanced face couldn't make very subtle expressions.
That was nothing compared to what I experienced back then; it's only worth mentioning.
"Oh no."
But Jane was planning to let you off the hook.
Besides, I've forgotten how to laugh.
Pop!
Even though Jiang Zao was usually very rational and calm, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed at that moment.
Their sweet interaction made the workers nearby feel a little embarrassed.
Jane got up and left the monitoring room. When she got downstairs, she saw Mark, who had just returned.
The door opened, and a person was carrying a box containing these bloody fingernails.
Did you think you could get the insurance money if you hit and killed me?
"If something happens, we'll do whatever we want with it. There'll be no way to deal with you when you leave."
Jiang Zao tested everything and confirmed that all the surveillance cameras had blind spots before leaving with Fu Yinhe, worried.
The general manager reported earnestly: "We have found out the cause of Jiang Yu's death, and it should be related to Fu Yinhe."
How can you still utter those curses?
"Pull out all your fingernails," Jane commanded sternly.
Jiang returned slowly, bringing workers with him, and installed surveillance cameras outside Madam Fu's ward.
The items have been handed over and transferred last month; destination: Country R.
There is no warning that poses any real threat.
Outside the computer screen, Guan Fengfang was held down tightly, and her fingernails and toenails were forcibly pulled out.
I held Madam Fu's hand. "If he's tired, let him sleep a little less, but I promise you, he must wake up."
"Hehehe..."
I meant it, but last time I would still give you the same answer.
Jane pressed the button, and the monitor under the wall lit up again.
"mom."
I wanted to say a few words to Fu Yinhe, but what I saw below me were these murky eyes, as if everything in the world existed except for you.
The scenery outside the frame is still reminiscent of Jiangjin.
I hate Fu Yanci so much I want to tear him apart.
"Do we really believe no one secretly visits Mom? Let's install a few security cameras now, then we'll know who it is when they come."
Tangled hair, a face covered in scratches, bloodshot eyes, and a mangled body.
Jane received the news almost simultaneously.
Fu Yinhe only replied with one sentence: 【Have a safe journey.】
Under the computer screen, Fu Yanci was so tormented that he was almost unrecognizable.
Just thinking about it makes me want to swear.
Or is he simply trying to stage an accident to extort money?
After hanging up the phone, Jane got up and went to the monitoring room upstairs.
I am currently lying outside a hospital ward, my whole body wrapped in bandages.
Jiang Zao's heart softened instantly.
Fu Yinhe walked over with an innocent look on his face, put his arm around his wife's waist, and asked, "Honey, what are those things for?"
His empty gaze gradually lost focus.
Then, Jane turned on the microphone again and said to Fu Yanci, who was wailing with joy, "He said that Jiang Jinfeng must know that he is actually still alive. What should I choose? Should I continue to fight for this insurance money of over 100 million, or... ask the police to continue to search for his whereabouts?"
Your gaze is vacant, as if you've become numb to everything.
After I finished doing all that, I looked at Madam Fu under the hospital bed.
"Fu Jinhe! He has no grudge against you! Do you think he would dare to cower and stab you in the back like that? Your son has a grudge against him, so why is he treating me like this!"
Finish the work quickly and leave immediately.
At the same time, Guan Fengfang received an encrypted email on her phone.
Regarding the Jiangjin windmill accident case, although I did not relinquish my right to a pardon and paid bail, I still have to report on it every day.
He then handed over a USB drive containing evidence he had gathered.
It's really not fun just thinking about it.
After leaving the clubhouse through the front door, Mark still had to report to the traffic police station.
Is Jiang Jinfeng right?
Jane was too lazy to look, so she casually instructed, "Jiang Jinfeng should wake up tomorrow. Go and bring me a small gift."
Guan Fengfang's debt to me has been paid off.
Mark weighed the USB drive in his hand, got up and left: "Find someone to take over that, don't do it too suddenly, make the transition quick. He was transferred to R country last month to replace Bruce."
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