Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 444 "2188 Building" late night phone call

Patients with myocardial infarction cannot accept too much external stimulation, which may cause accidents.

Looking at the explosive messages sent by his wife one after another on his mobile phone, Zhao Dun suddenly understood the ins and outs of the matter.

The black-haired rat was a staff member in the archives when he was alive. Because something happened at home, he wanted to go back, but later he found that it was easy to get in but difficult to get out of the 2188 Building. No matter whether he asked for leave or resigned, he was not allowed.

After some thought, he teamed up with two other people who also wanted to leave, stole files, and then sneaked out of the 2188 Building.

Unfortunately, the most difficult person to guard against in this world is Lao Liu.

He never imagined that Meng Cunhua didn't want to escape the company together... but wanted to use them to get promoted!

In the end, the two of them were betrayed by Meng Cunhua and died in the 2188 Building.

…

After getting the death objects, Zhao Yi roasted them with red candles to make them calm down. Then he walked out, took out the cleaning tools from the iron cart, and began to quickly clean the outside of the archives room.

It didn't take long for Zhao Yi to finish cleaning here.

He packed up his tools, sent a message to Meng Cunhua, and left with the cart.

Zhao Yi did not ask Meng Cunhua to give him permission to enter the archives room because Zhao Yi knew that it would be easy for Meng Cunhua to take advantage of and backstab him. Secondly, after the last incident in the archives room, the guards here were obviously much tighter. Meng Cunhua alone could give him the permission. Even if you can get in, it will be very difficult to take the files out...

So asking Meng Cunhua for permission is completely meaningless.

Arriving at an abandoned open space with few people around, Zhao Yi changed his clothes with the cleaner who kept rubbing his fingers and listened to him say:

"You guys are so boring at work. It's only been more than an hour... I feel like three or five days have passed."

"But I've finished the work hours for you and the work is done. You go back and check. If there are no problems, you can go back and rest."

Looking at the cleaner Fang Jie who was changing his pants, Zhao Yi whispered:

"He wants to kill you."

Fang Jie suddenly stopped putting on his pants and looked up at Zhao Yi with some confusion:

"Who wants to kill me?"

Zhao Yi said calmly:

"Meng Cunhua."

Fang Jie's expression was a little stiff, even a little wary:

"How...how could it be?"

"I obviously..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Yi:

"You obviously did nothing wrong, why would he attack you, right?"

Fang Jie was silent.

Zhao lit a cigarette and said with a smile:

"Because he doesn't want you to know that I went to the archives tonight...guess how he will kill you?"

Fang Jie looked dull and shook his head.

Zhao Daodao:

"He doesn't want to get blood and is afraid of blood splattering on himself, so he will use the company's rules to kill you..."

"For example, tonight I went to look for something outside the archives room, but he told you that I went to work on your behalf... Am I right?"

Fang Jie's breath froze, and his expression changed subtly.

He slowly turned his stiff neck and watched Zhao Yi blow out a smoke ring gracefully:

"How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Zhao Yi clicked his tongue and said:

"Shall we make a bet?"

"Bet...what?"

"Meng Cunhua will call you tonight and tell you not to tell anyone about what happened tonight."

The expression in Fang Jie's eyes changed slightly, and he probed with ulterior motives:

"What would happen if I told you?"

Zhao Yi looked into his eyes and suddenly smiled:

"If you tell us, something will happen to us... Of course, something will happen to Meng Cunhua too."

Fang Jie chuckled when he heard this:

"Thank you so much, brother!"

Zhao Yi shook hands with him:

"You're welcome."

"Okay...I'm going back. I've finished your work for you. You can check it out later."

Fang Jie said goodbye to Zhao Yi gratefully, pushed the cart and turned to leave. Almost as soon as he turned around, the smile on his face changed, becoming wild and excited...

After staring at Fang Jie's retreating back for a long time, Zhao Yi said regretfully:

"I can stop Meng Cunhua from killing you, but I can't stop you from dying on your own."

"But that's okay, you can help me a lot..."

Back in the office, Zhao Yi carefully checked his work problems. After confirming, he went back to his dormitory to rest.

The old rule is to bake your hands with candles before going to bed to limit the black air.

Set an alarm.

Meng Cunhua called suddenly.

Zhao Yi stared at the screen for a moment, as if he thought of something, he answered the call and said:

"Mr. Meng...it's already very late."

"Let's talk about anything tomorrow."

After speaking, Zhao Yi hung up the phone without waiting for Meng Cunhua's reply.

Looking at his handsome shadow on the screen, Zhao Yi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, turned around, and moved his fingertips in the air as he pleased, outlining beautiful notes.

In the cold and silent cell phone, Zhao Yi seemed to be able to hear the yelling on the other side.

This is a little common sense in life——

The bigger the balloon, the easier it is to explode.

…

"Asshole!!!"

In office building 12L, Meng Cunhua smashed his cell phone on the ground and punched and kicked his desk crazily!

"How dare he?"

Meng Cunhua's face was red and his neck was thick. He ran around the office in a rage.

"I can crush him to death with one hand!"

"I hold such great power. In the 2188 Building, I am the mountain and the sea!"

"How dare he be so rude to me?!"

He almost used up all his strength to roar. Meng Cunhua roared, his eyes were red, and his whole face was extremely morbidly distorted.

"And that damn woman!"

"She kept saying she loved me, but she got pregnant without my permission!"

"She also secretly wrote a diary behind my back... Damn it, damn it!"

"Damn bastard!!!"

"Why don't they die?!"

"..."

After venting for a long time, Meng Cunhua gradually calmed down, and the distortion on his face gradually disappeared.

The office was already in a mess.

Axe Man appeared here at some point, but his hands were empty, and there was no body of cleaner Fang Jie.

Meng Cunhua's face was extremely gloomy. He questioned Axe Man loudly, but all he got was silence.

After a moment, Meng Cunhua suddenly thought of something. He glared and asked:

"Has Zhao Yi finished Fang Jie's work?"

This time the axe man nodded.

"Zhao!!!"

Meng Cunhua screamed at the top of his lungs, gritting his teeth, wishing he could tear Zhao Yi into pieces right away!

After calming down for a long time, he picked up the phone he had just dropped from the ground, searched for Fang Jie's number for a long time, and dialed it.

Beep--

Beep--

"Hello? Manager Meng? What's going on so late?"

Fang Jie's surprised voice came from the other end.

Meng Cunhua opened his mouth and wanted to say a lot of things, but after thinking again and again, he only said with a warning tone:

"Fang Jie, what happened tonight... I don't want anyone else to know, understand?"

There was no response from the other end of the phone.

Meng Cunhua didn't know what happened on the other end of the phone, nor could he see the excited and shocked expression on Fang Jie's face at this moment.

Everything happened just as Zhao Yi predicted—Meng Cunhua really called and warned him to keep tonight’s events absolutely confidential.

“Manager Meng…”

Fang Jie’s voice suddenly sounded, with a kind of gloom that made Meng Cunhua extremely uncomfortable:

“It’s okay to keep it confidential, but… shouldn’t you express your opinion?”

“You don’t want other people in the company to know about what happened tonight, do you?”

The two of them fell into a strange silence again.

On the other end of the phone, Meng Cunhua clenched his fists, his nails had already dug into his flesh, blood flowed through his fingers, dripping onto the ground…

PS: The third update, 2300 words.

The first day of this month, 7000 words.

There will be more later.

Give me some time to adjust my status.

Good night, my dears!

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