When the elevator reached the top floor, Zhang Zhiyao stood calmly in front of the transparent glass door.
The glass door required a swipe card to enter, but she was in no hurry.
I sent a WeChat message on my mobile phone: "Mr. Zhiyao, the property management seems to be looking for you? You brought several male security guards and came up in the staff elevator. Now they are running up the stairs. They look so fierce."
Zhang Zhiyao replied: "Oh, you are overthinking. I haven't finished handing over some items. Where have you been?"
The other person responded with a smile: "That's good, I'm in the elevator."
Zhang Zhiyao stood on the 36th floor. She looked at the elevator in front of her. The floor number was 27.
She turned to the nearby stairway and opened the door.
Footsteps came from below.
Zhang Zhiyao calmly closed the stairwell door, took out a chain lock from his bag, locked the door handle, turned around, opened the window, and threw the key out the window.
After doing all this, she walked into the bathroom calmly, tidied her hair, and returned to the elevator.
With a ding-dong sound, the elevator door opened.
"Mr. Zhiyao, I'm here." A girl from the secretariat looked at Zhang Zhiyao's expression and greeted her.
Zhang Zhiyao was no different from before, saying gently: "Good morning."
The girl felt relieved and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zhiyao, what's going on? The old president is dissatisfied with us again?"
The girl was still chattering, and Zhang Zhiyao followed behind her. Just as she was about to swipe her card to open the door, Zhang Zhiyao called out to her: "Wait a minute."
The girl stopped, a little confused.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Suddenly there was a sound of strong kicking on the door in the stairwell next to it, and the security guards shouted: "Damn, the door is locked!"
"Bitch, kick me!"
"Bang! Bang bang bang!! Bang bang bang bang!!!"
The girl took a deep breath and turned to look at Zhang Zhiyao. In a flash of lightning, Zhang Zhiyao pulled out a watermelon machete that was almost half a meter long from his bag, clasped the girl's shoulder with one hand, and put the knife on the girl's neck with the other hand!
The girl's eyes widened, and with the sound of the door being kicked, she even forgot to scream, and trembled: "Zhiyuan Zhiyuan?"
Zhang Zhiyao said calmly: "Now, you swipe your card to open the door. You were forced by me and you don't need to take responsibility."
The girl opened the glass door with shaking hands, pushed it, but did not push it open.
She shivered and pushed again, but still didn't push away.
The door clicked and was locked again.
Zhang Zhiyao reminded her: "Swipe your card again."
The elevator behind him reached the 35th floor again.
The elevator goes up, 35 becomes 36, ding dong.
"drop."
The door opened, Zhang Zhiyao grabbed the girl and walked into the office, pushing the door shut with his backhand.
The elevator door opened, and the property manager rushed over with several people, banging the glass door.
"Let's go." Zhang Zhiyao said in the girl's ear.
The girl's brain had frozen, and she walked forward stiffly, opening one door after another under Zhang Zhiyao's command. When she arrived at the door of Li Zhuoxiu's office, the girl stretched out her hand numbly, intending to enter her fingerprints, but Zhang Zhiyao said: "No need."
As soon as her neck was loosened, a huge push came from behind her. The girl staggered a few steps and fell into the sofa. She couldn't get up for a long time. When she stood up, she watched as Zhang Zhiyao opened the door of his office and Shi Shiran walked in.
Bang. It was the sound of a door closing and locking.
Clatter. Clatter. It's the sound of winding chains.
There was a commotion in the distance, and several security guards finally rushed into the secretariat and smashed the door of Zhang Zhiyao's office:
"come out!"
"get out!"
"You are breaking the law!"
The office was quiet.
There was only that girl, sitting on the sofa in a daze. She touched her neck, which was intact.
Then I remembered in hindsight - this knife didn't seem to have an edge at all.
…
"Junior sister, I heard that Zhang Zhiyao locked himself in the office for three days and two nights and hasn't come out yet." Cheng Wenhua said with a smile on the other end of the phone, "Senior brother, do you want help?"
Guan Xi smiled and said: "How do you plan to help, senior brother? Where will the theme be directed?"
"Brother, don't dare to dig randomly." Cheng Wenhua changed his position and spoke more calmly, "The theme is naturally entertainment workers - the old CEO deliberately made the removal order outrageous and ugly, just to ruin Zhang Zhiyao's reputation . And if Zhang Zhiyao makes such a fuss, others will think that Li Zhuoxiu has forced people into this, and capitalists are not human beings. The feud between capitalists and workers is limited to this. It has nothing to do with tax evasion, transfer of property, bribery and acceptance. No."
Guan Xi praised: "Senior brother is really experienced. Writing like this is safe and hits the mark."
Cheng Wenhua said: "I have a sense of propriety. It's just entertainment. Is this the business world of entertainment?"
Guan Xi said: "Take this matter into entertainment. If you come across articles that analyze Li Zhuoxiu's intentions in depth, or cite past articles about commercial real estate theft, tax evasion, property transfer, bribery and bribery, please help to reduce the heat."
Cheng Wenhua said: "The advertising expenses of a daily newspaper owned by my company this year——"
Guan Xi said: "We will cover the whole year."
Cheng Wenhua laughed and said: "Deal. Speaking of which, Zhang Zhiyao looks gentle and gentle, but he didn't expect to be a tough guy. Li Zhuoxiu really broke his teeth this time."
Soon, in the descriptions of news and marketing accounts, the public opinion turned into a carnival of farce.
…
"Zhang Zhiyao is not a fool. He rushed in with great fanfare, but he protected his personal safety; he locked himself in the president's office for three days, and he must have been deleting computer data." Pan Qiaomu analyzed.
Li Hong, the chief financial officer, sat in Pan Qiaomu's office and said eagerly: "In the business society, no one can resist poaching. Following the old president, embezzlement? Accepting bribes? Violating business laws? The old president is worried that she will fall out, so he will do it. Send her to jail ruthlessly?"
Pan Qiaomu looked at Li Hong: "This is not without precedent. A regional executive of a certain real estate developer embezzled 160 million yuan. But was the money embezzled by one person? How many people are in this interest chain? No one knows. In the end The only one who takes the blame is this executive, right?"
The blood on Li Hong's face faded away little by little.
Pan Qiaomu looked at the black night sky: "How can you be a leader if your heart is not ruthless and your hands are not black? Sister Hong, don't have any unrealistic illusions about the kindness of those in power. They are animals of desire and power. In their eyes, apart from tools, they are just ants. They won’t look down at all.”
Li Hong said firmly: "Why should Zhang Zhiyao take the blame? If it were me, I would have to clear the computer data for three days, clean it up, and then open the door leisurely."
Pan Qiaomu said: "But not everyone is as quick to respond and as courageous as Zhang Zhiyao. Who can imagine those young people who take the blame?"
Li Hong's eyes dimmed.
Pan Qiaomu continued: "Moreover, with current technical means, even if the computer data is cleared, it can be restored."
Li Hong opened her eyes wide.
After a while, he took off his glasses, wiped them unconsciously, and sat down slumped.
After a while, she put on her glasses and said in a trembling voice: "So? Do I have to take the blame?"
Pan Qiaomu controlled the rhythm very skillfully: "That's not true. When encountering this kind of thing, after clearing the computer data, download a full set of movies, then clear it, then download a full set of movies, and then clear it again. Repeat it twice, and the original data should be It can be covered.”
Financial Controller Li Hong let out a long sigh of relief.
"Mr. Qiao Mu, please help me." Li Hong said forcefully.
Pan Qiaomu smiled softly, leaned back on the chair, nodded slightly, and stared at her from under his eyebrows with his light-colored pupils.
Li Hong said anxiously: "My daughter was coaxed into signing, and the old president wants to use this to accuse Zhang Zhiyao... We don't want to wade into this muddy water! My daughter will be held legally responsible! She really has nothing. Know……"
Pan Qiaomu reached out and patted Li Hong's arm gently.
"Of course I will help you, but I have a small condition." He took out a pile of messy paper.
Li Hong's pupils dilated.
This stack of paper comes from her office.
It is the abnormal fund data of the hand-made copper store of the Changlefang project.
