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Mei Xuyao ​​turned to his secretary and said, "Ask the people in the public relations department to withdraw the previous manuscript and find a way to do what Reporter Jiang said."

"Yes."

Soon, Jiang Jiu and Zhen Jingshan were invited to sit down and good tea was brought to them.

Zhen Jingshan helped arrange the lighting and filming, while Jiang Jiu interspersed a few questions for Mei Xuyao ​​to review.

Although the interview just now was complete, the interspersed questions were more difficult. Mei Xuyao ​​still had to wait for the answers from the public relations department, which was naturally not that fast.

After taking a few sets of photos, Zhen Jingshan suggested, "We can also take a few sets of photos of Mr. Mei at work."

Mei Xuyao ​​readily agreed, so Jiang Jiu and Zhen Jingshan could watch his company openly.

However, it is naturally impossible to investigate relevant things in such a short period of time in front of so many people.

When Jiang Jiu returned to the office again, she discovered that there was an extra gadget on the coffee table, a plastic-like toy model. It was very small and looked very inferior in workmanship. It looked like it was stuck on the slippers he wore when he was a child. Small model.

Strange, why is there such a thing in Mei Xuyao's office?
This identity is completely inconsistent with Mei Xuyao's identity.

The most important thing is that when she just went out, she clearly saw that there was nothing on the coffee table.

Mei Xuyao ​​saw the small model at a glance. He put it away and put it in his pocket. Everything was natural.

Immediately afterwards, the final interview began to be filled in. After doing all this, Jiang Jiu said, "We will arrange the listing of this issue of the interview next week."

"Okay, please excuse me, Reporter Jiang."

Mei Xuyao ​​asked his secretary to see Jiang Jiu and the others off, while he closed the door.

"Come out."

At this time, a person opened the door from the small room on the back and walked in. The person was wearing a black jacket, with his hands in his pockets, a toothpick in his mouth, and he was laughing so hard.

As soon as Mei Xuyao ​​saw him, he immediately said, "Are you crazy? You come to my place in such broad daylight, are you afraid that others won't know that you and I know each other?"

But the man sat down swaggeringly and took a sip of the tea on Mei Xuyao's table, "You said you would send me abroad when the good things come true, but now, there is no movement at all. I have to go out for a walk, otherwise I will have to go out for a walk every day. It’s so boring to stay at home.”

Mei Xuyao's face looked very ugly. He took out the check and was about to write it down, but the man stopped him, "Do you think I can go to the bank now?"

Mei Xuyao ​​directly took out 1 yuan, "That's all the cash in the bag!"

After all, the other party is a murderous demon, and there is no need for Mei Xuyao ​​to argue with him over a little money. "What about sending beggars away?"

The man's legs were draped on the coffee table, looking very awkward.

Mei Xuyao ​​patiently said, "He paid all the balance of the original payment."

"He did pay up, but you didn't send me abroad as per the regulations. If I hadn't escaped on my own, I would be in jail now, or I would be shot.

I want some money now to ensure my basic life, isn’t that excessive?I advise Mr. Mei to hurry up, otherwise it will be bad if someone finds out later.

Or, Mr. Mei can tell me who is behind it, and I can ask my other boss for money. "

Mei Xuyao ​​had no choice but to say to him, "You go in first and I'll get you the money."

The other party was relatively easy to talk to, so he entered the lounge obediently and closed the door.

Mei Xuyao ​​took out one hundred thousand from the safe and finally sent away the god of plague.

This person was none other than Ge Hongcheng, who had worked for them. He had committed a crime ten years ago and had just come out.

Ge Hongcheng put on a cleaning coat and a mask before leaving the office.

……

Jiang Jiu always felt something was wrong, "Brother Jingshan, did you notice what was on the coffee table after we got back?"

Zhen Jingshan was still looking at the photos and replied, "Is there something on the coffee table?"

Jiang Jiu thought about it, but she always felt that something was wrong. She immediately opened the door and got out of the car, "Brother Jingshan, you go back first, and I will go up again."

Mei Xuyao ​​would definitely not buy that kind of rough stuff.

But that thing suddenly appeared, as if telling Mei Xuyao ​​again: I'm here.

If Jiang Jiu's hunch was correct, when they went to take photos, someone came to Mei Xuyao's office and hid.

She always had a hunch that she had to go and see for herself.