I thought about it for a long time.
Wang Ye finally controlled Xiaosi to return to her exclusive position and stood up, wiping the blood on her face.
Later, Wang Ye came to his desk.
I found that the notebook was open and turned to a blank page with a few words crookedly written on it.
"I'm back."
...
Even if he didn't write these few words, just by smelling the perfume, Wang Ye knew that the guy had come back after wandering around.
Do you have a ghost-sucking physique?
Why are all these guys surrounding me?
Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye simply smashed the jar and kicked his door to pieces, making a loud noise in the corridor.
By the way, he used brute force to tear down some of the walls on both sides and dragged the sedan in.
It doesn't make much difference whether there is a broken door or not.
With the wind blowing like this, Wang Ye sat on the sofa, took out the items in the bag one by one, and sorted them into categories.
Finally, he sorted out a bag of things he didn't need, put it away, asked Xiao Wu to look after the house, turned around and went out, heading towards Tianzhu.
Entering the Tian group, Wang Ye could clearly feel the difference from Yong Yeqian.
The sky group seems to be a precise instrument, operating perfectly.
Even when Wang Ye entered the team, only a few staff members took a look. Although the pictures on the big screen shocked them, they didn't even have time to stop.
Wang Ye entered the elevator, pressed the familiar 21st floor, and came to the logistics department, Zhang Ziliang's office.
The busyness outside is in sharp contrast to the leisurely atmosphere in the office, which looks very inconsistent.
Zhang Ziliang was sitting on the sofa at this time, playing with tea leaves.
When Wang Ye entered the door, he just raised his head and glanced up. As if he guessed that Wang Ye would come, he poured half a cup of tea and pushed it over.
"Scavengers found it in the ruins of a teahouse in the wasteland."
"Top grade."
"Taste it?"
Zhang Ziliang's tone was indifferent, and his whole person seemed to have a trace of earthly aura.
...
Old fox, did you start building momentum as soon as you walked in?
Wang Ye sat calmly on the sofa and changed into a more comfortable position. His clothes were in tatters.
Through the holes, you can still see the wounds on the skin that have not recovered under Wang Ye's control.
"I picked up a lot of this kind of stuff in the wasteland."
"If you like it, how many pounds can I give you?"
"It's quite comfortable to soak your feet."
Wang Ye seemed to be a little weak. He coughed twice as he spoke. There was a drop of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. Combined with the wounds all over his body, he looked so miserable.
...
In just a moment, the momentum Zhang Ziliang had worked hard to build for a long time was broken.
After all, mountains and rivers are not as precious as a drop of blood of frontline personnel.
"Is Xiaosi okay?"
Wang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Zhang Ziliang with longing and asked.
Take advantage of the victory and give Zhang Ziliang no chance to fight back!
Zhang Ziliang suddenly fell silent, covering his face with a painful expression, and his eyes turned red.
"It's me who is incompetent!"
? ? ?
Wang Ye looked at Zhang Ziliang with a trace of doubt and shock as if he had guessed something.
Zhang Ziliang picked up the teacup and drank all the tea in one gulp. Veins popped up on the back of the hand holding the teacup, trembling silently.
Finally, the teacup broke!
A cut was made on his palm by a sharp fragment.
Blood dripped down the palm of his hand and onto the coffee table.
But Zhang Ziliang seemed not to notice, and said with guilt: "Xiaosi...Xiaosi suddenly broke the seal on the third day after you left, and left..."
"We Tianzhu soldiers will fight with all our lives to stop him without caring about our own safety!"
"In the end... after killing more than a dozen brothers, I still let Xiao Si go..."
As he spoke, Zhang Ziliang became a little excited, and his body began to tremble non-stop: "Although these soldiers of the Tianzhu are my brothers and family members, I am very heartbroken for their sacrifice!"
"but!!!"
"Taking care of Xiaosi is my promise to you!"
"It's me...I've betrayed your trust."
Blood was still dripping from Zhang Ziliang's palm, his face gradually turned pale, and his breathing became faster.
But he still looked at Wang Ye with red eyes: "A gentleman's promise is beyond the sky. Today... I will give you an explanation!"
As he spoke, Zhang Ziliang grabbed a fragment of the teacup and slashed it across his neck!
He exudes the spirit of dying to prove his will!
Masterful acting skills!
Wang Ye was stunned. Zhang Ziliang showed up to teach, something that Wang Ye didn't expect.
Is this old fox ready to cut off his rhythm so abruptly?
But there are no brothers at the negotiating table, let alone leaders and subordinates!
Although he was shocked in his heart, Wang Ye could not see any emotional fluctuations in his face. Instead, he retreated and focused on the tea cup.
As if this teacup was some rare treasure, he couldn't bear to look away.
Wang Ye's move made Zhang Ziliang feel awkward in place. The fragment stuck in his neck could not be scratched off.
After a long time, Zhang Ziliang coughed lightly, dropped the teacup fragments on the ground, and the wounds on his hands began to heal slowly.
"Anyway, Xiaosi is lost..."
"If it doesn't work, just kill me to pay for it."
Zhang Ziliang broke the pot and looked like a scoundrel who had no money.
Compared with the previous attitude of sacrificing one's life for righteousness and not fearing death, the change only took a second, but it seemed so natural.
...
Wang Ye finally raised his head, glanced at Zhang Ziliang, and said calmly: "Are you sure?"
His eyes were indifferent, and his voice gradually became cold.
Depend on!
Zhang Ziliang cursed secretly and squirmed uneasily: "After all, we have known each other for so long, and the cooperation is quite pleasant. I think you should... probably... maybe not really want to kill me."
"If I don't kill you..."
"Does it mean that I am your savior?"
Wang Ye seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked at Zhang Ziliang with a faint smile.
Zhang Ziliang breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest: "Definitely!"
"Then according to tradition, treat the savior..."
"Or I'll commit myself to it."
"Either be a cow or a horse."
"Which one do you choose?"
The smile on Wang Ye's lips grew stronger.
...
Zhang Ziliang stared at Wang Ye's face and without even a second's pause, shouted without hesitation: "Brother Wang!"
This sudden voice made Wang Ye's scalp numb.
