A large amount of sweat dripped down, and it dripped again and again, no matter how hard I wiped it, it couldn't be wiped off.
"Brother Dong, please give me a hint. I...I..."
Dong Kui sat with his golden sword and spoke calmly.
"Seven years ago, Fangzhou was reorganized. 1.3 million Fangzhou employee files were transferred to the headquarters. The boss was ordered to take charge of the archiving and inventory of these 1.3 million original files."
"When it comes to corporate mergers, the boss took us for two and a half years to check everyone's files."
"In the past two and a half years, the boss has not left the headquarters for a day. All food and accommodation are in this office."
"During the period, the boss had a difficult delivery and returned to work the same day after giving birth. Hence the divorce."
"In the past few years since the boss was transferred, there have been two leaks involving the boss, both of which were determined to be malicious and false accusations!"
After speaking indifferently, Dong Kui immediately shut up.
When Tu Bensen heard these words, he was like thunder.
Those four words of malicious frame-up plunged Tu Bensen into the abyss of ice.
Looking at Dong Kui's cold and cold face, Benson Tu staggered back a few steps, and slumped down on the sofa like a zombie with his bones removed. His whole body was so frightened that his whole body was burning with fear, and his liver and gallbladder were broken.
It was obviously the most ordinary routine investigation, but it turned into a malicious frame-up of the boss who dared to call Tang Anjun by his first name!
Even all the adjectives in the world cannot describe Tu Bensen's fear and regret at this time.
Sweat dripped down, diluting the expensive gel on Benson's head.
The meticulous and noble hair is so soft that it becomes a chicken nest of mud.
The warmest air conditioner at 26 degrees was blowing tirelessly, but Benson Tu was shivering with cold like an old hen.
The eyes that used to be so arrogant and powerful have become dull.
lifeless!
"Mr. Tu. Please continue. The boss is waiting for a reply."
Dong Kui spoke as calmly as before.
Tu Bensen was like an old man on the verge of death. His teeth were chattering and he looked at Dong Kui with a pale face. His purple lips wriggled with difficulty, and the most painful and regretful sorrow came from his hoarse throat.
"Brother Dong, I'm done with the trial..."
Exhaling this breath with all his strength, Tu Benson turned into a pile of pulpy mud.
"Okay. Confirm."
When Tu Bensen dragged his body to me with the transcript in hand, he didn't dare to look at me at all.
He grabbed his right hand with his left hand and signed his name on the transcript with convulsions!
Cold sweat formed streams on the palms of my hands, soaking the transcripts!
The frightened Tu Bensen respectfully handed the transcript to Dong Kui with both hands, forced out the ugliest smile, bent his legs, and almost knelt down to kowtow to Dong Kui.
"Please...brother Dong give the boss a nice explanation, brother...brother, I will never forget your great kindness."
Dong Kui was noncommittal, calmly signed the note to confirm, and added: "Mr. Tu, please wait a moment, I will report to the boss."
This desolate and bone-chilling response directly left Tu Bensen riddled with wounds and his soul was terrified.
The cold-faced beauty recorder, Gaofeng Xunlei, packed up her belongings and hid in the corner with her head lowered, fearing that Tu Bensen, the disaster star, would be the source of bad luck for herself.
There was no sound in the oversized office, and it was eerily quiet.
After being stunned for a while, Tu Benson trembled and took out the cigarette, lit it and took several puffs. He choked suddenly, bent over and covered his chest and coughed violently.
Even so, he still couldn't bear to put down the cigarette. Before one was halfway through, another one was lit.
One after another, one after another!
At this moment, Benson Tu was like a frog being boiled by warm water, an ant on a hot pot, a bucket in a deep well...
Every minute and every second, I was enduring hellish torture!
I don’t know how long it took, but Benson Tu quickly walked to the door and stood in the most standard posture.
The door was pushed open violently, and a plump and proud heart-shaped face first caught my eye.
A heart-shaped face is a type of oval face with a round upper part of the face.
The pointed lower part is also one of the most ideal and popular face shapes among women.
The woman with a heart-shaped face has a full forehead, raised eyebrows, and a delicate chin tilted forward slightly, showing a certain ruthlessness in her beauty.
"Snapped!"
As soon as the woman stepped into the office, she threw a piece of information in Benson Tu's face, and a sharp and mean voice came out immediately.
"This is the certificate from the file."
"Master Tong, this person's original file is being recorded electronically. His original file is now in the archives!"
"Let me see clearly. Tu Benson. Tu Ba."
"Now, what else do you have to say?"
The muscles on Tu Bensen's face tensed up, and he squeezed out a bitter smile that was even uglier than Ma Zhongchao's. Little Chicken nodded crazily: "Secretary Su, thank you for your hard work. Please sit down and I'll make you tea."
"roll!"
Su Qingcheng angrily scolded Tu Bensen: "You deserve it."
Benson Tu smiled brightly, as humble as an ant: "I don't deserve it. I don't deserve it. Please Su..."
"Single receipt!"
Su Qingcheng simply regarded Benson Tu as a maggot worse than an ant: "Sign the receipt."
Benson Tu nodded in panic, signed the receipt quickly, bent over and lowered his head to the ground: "Thank you, Secretary Su."
Su Qingcheng took the receipt and said, "Tu Bensen. You succeeded in making me remember you."
"Pooh!"
After taking a fierce breath, Su Qingcheng's sharp eyes swept across my face and said coldly: "You. Master Tong. If you dare to mess around in the Eighth Office in the future, you can go directly to the General Manager to report a complaint with my real name to me."
"Go back and tell Ma Laolai that your Fangzhou will be disintegrated in another year. Don't be a coward. You will never have any future."
After scolding, Su Qingcheng immediately turned around, slammed the door, and walked away with his eight-centimeter-high feet.
Until more than a minute after Su Qingcheng left, Tu Bensen still maintained the lowest posture.
After a long time, Tu Bensen finally returned to his senses. Like a dying old man standing up with difficulty holding on to his desk.
Taking out a long breath, Tu Benson felt as if he had been granted amnesty.
Although he was still frightened, he regained five points of his domineering spirit after the disaster.
After adjusting his appearance and wiping his sweat, Benson Tu slowly turned his head and said to me with a stern face.
"Master Tong, this matter... is just a misunderstanding. You don't need to go to Teyi. Come down, I will ask Ma Zhongchao to explain... your matter, for the time being..."
Before Tu Bensen finished speaking, I cursed at Tu Bensen: "I'm sorry for you!"
As soon as your mother cursed, the door opened again.
The steady Dong Kui stepped in and stood at the door.
Obviously, Dong Kui heard me scolding Tu Benson!
Benson Tu's expression changed, he pointed at me in disbelief and shouted, "Who are you scolding?"
I raised my head, endured the severe pain of skin peeling, and yelled at Benson Tu in front of Dong Kui: "I'm sorry for your mother!"
Dong Kui at the door was obviously startled, but he recovered in a moment, with no abnormality on his face.
Being insulted by me in front of Dong Kui, Benson Tu's face turned pale and ferocious, like an erupting volcano, and he roared loudly: "How dare you curse again. If you dare..."
I tightened my face and screamed, "Tu Benson! I'm sorry for your mother!"
As I said that, I stood up violently, and the anger I had accumulated all day and night turned into the flames of revenge.
