"I understand these people too well. For them, face is more important than life... My dear, don't worry, it's all under control."
The office building of Gemu Company is opposite the hotel where Nishi lives, and the location is excellent.
At this moment, Mr. Mark stood by the window, looking down at the tiny ants downstairs, curling his lips and expressing his disdain frankly.
Nishi stayed by his side with a smile and said, "Thank you for your help this time, otherwise I really don't know what to do."
As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly and glanced at the secretary beside her.
The man immediately came over with a suitcase and opened it next to Mr. Mark. It was filled with bundles of banknotes. The box was so stuffed that he needed two hands to hold it.
Mark's blue eyes sparkled and his fat belly jumped happily.
He waved his hand and said, pretending to be honest: "Don't do such a thing, I am here for the development of Xiangjiang..."
Nishi rolled her eyes in her heart, and the smile on her face continued: "You said before that you would help me solve the worker problem..."
Nishi hates these British guys in Xiangjiang very much.
They are like the evil dragon in the story, arrogant, greedy, and spitting fire whenever they disagree.
"Well, of course, there's no one who knows how to work better than the inmates in the prison."
Mark said, patting the money in the suitcase, his stubby fingers lingering on the banknotes, which felt very good in his hand.
He lit a cigarette and puffed away while stroking the money like a lover. After a while, he continued: "Actually, you saved a lot of money."
Nishi glanced at the suitcase, smiled and nodded: "Yes, thanks to your help, I..."
At this moment, Nishi suddenly caught a glimpse of something moving downstairs.
Black dots emerged from the streets and alleys one by one, and swarmed towards the door of the office building.
They were like ants smelling the smell of honey, squeezing in as hard as they could.
"What's wrong honey...oh my god!"
Mark originally wanted to remind Nishi that the praise could continue, but when he turned around and took a look, he was also shocked by the scene downstairs.
Nishi pushed open the window, and the noise from downstairs immediately poured into the room.
"I'm a construction worker! I gotta work!"
"Gem gives you a lot! Go with them!"
"I've been building a house for ten years!"
The crowd was bustling, and the momentum seemed to lift the roof off.
Nishi's eyes were filled with fear, and she closed the window tightly as if to escape. She turned to look at Mark. The smile on her face was no longer there, and her voice also changed: "What's going on? Is this what you have under control?"
Mark was also a little panicked.
In just a few minutes, nearly a thousand people gathered downstairs, and there was a steady stream of people coming.
It was obvious at first glance that those guys couldn't be construction workers - they were all young people, and they couldn't have any experience, nor did they look like they could endure hardship.
Mark subconsciously took a step back, as if it would be safer.
Seeing that he was about to retreat, Nishi glared and said, "You came up with the idea and arranged the newspaper. In this situation, you must solve the problem!"
Normally, thirty yuan a day for a construction worker is quite a lot.
Nishiki thought about increasing the price, but no one dared to come even after she called forty-five.
If she came to join the construction team from Paris, the average daily salary would be one hundred yuan, and Nishi really couldn't bear to spend so much money.
In desperation, she could only find Mark again.
Mark smiled and had a bad idea.
His idea could not only solve Nishi's urgent need, but also add a political achievement to himself, and fill his wallet. It couldn't be too perfect.
But even with such a perfect plan, something went wrong.
Why did the Chinese people who always wanted to save face suddenly retreat?
Why did the workers who had never been seen suddenly gather in front of the company?
Why is he here today?
Mark's head was full of questions, and no one could give him answers.
He panicked a little, but not much.
Soon, he calmed down, smiled and waved to Nishi: "Don't be afraid, I will ask people from the police station to disperse the gangsters who maliciously attack foreign capital."
With that said, he went to pick up the phone.
Nishi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this.
Although this bastard is greedy, he can do things with money.
Mark held the phone receiver, gave Nishi a reassuring look, and said angrily to the person on the other end of the phone: "Bring two teams here now..."
As soon as he started, something strange happened again downstairs.
A black car drove up, and the crowded crowd unexpectedly moved out of the way to a broad avenue. They were quiet for a moment, and watched the visitor stride into the gate of Gemu Company.
When Mark saw a car approaching, he was a little confused. He stopped talking for a moment and looked at the scene downstairs, wondering if it was possible that the Yang family had heard about the chaos here and came to suppress it.
Of course it would be best if that were the case, Mark could save a lot of things.
He looked at it, but due to the obstruction in his vision, he couldn't see everything clearly.
He only saw the noisy gangsters quiet down.
"Mr. Mark? Sir?"
Mark stretched his neck and shouted impatiently: "Wait a minute! You stupid pig."
He stood by the window, trying to see the whole thing.
Nishi's attention was also attracted by the scene downstairs, and she couldn't help but start to look forward to it - it would be great if someone from the Yang family came.
This way she can save a lot of money.
The sound of footsteps came from behind, and Nishi heard it first. She turned around and saw two men in suits walking in expressionlessly.
"Are you guys?" Nishi frowned slightly. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mark stretching his neck and squeezing out of the window. She didn't care too much. She reached out and patted Mark's back twice, then grabbed his coat and pulled him back. , "Mr. Mark, is this your friend?"
"Huh? What kind of friend?" Mark's face turned red. When he turned around to see the person clearly, his expression froze instantly, "Oh my God!"
"We are from the ICAC."
The person who came showed the ID and pointed the finger directly at Mark: "Mr. Mark Brown, please come back with us to accept the investigation."
As he spoke, he took out another arrest warrant.
The corners of Mark's mouth twitched twice and he murmured: "I would rather see Satan than you."
No one listened to his nonsense. The ICAC chief took him away directly, and Nishi didn't even dare to stop him.
They came suddenly, moved faster, and stunned Nishi with a blitzkrieg.
The phone receiver was caught on the phone cord and was dangling in mid-air.
When Ruonishi answered the phone at this time, she would find that the "stupid pig" on the other end of the phone was still waiting.
But she didn't answer the phone, and she didn't notice that several people were looking at her across the street.
"Fourth uncle, I have a question. If I don't get an answer, I won't be able to sleep tonight."
Lin Nianhe held a roll of film and frowned.
Shen Yu drank coffee and casually replied in a good mood: "Ask."
Lin Nianhe pulled open the film and showed it to him: "They did this...why didn't they close the curtains?"
Shen Yu: "..."
