Rosen's mother, also surnamed Luo, worked as an accountant in the finance department of the White Dragon Group.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening, but she still hadn't come home.

In the finance room, the lights are bright.

Luo's mother worked alone at the desk, and after six hours of accounting revision, she finally made a new financial statement.

Looking at the final figures on the report, Luo's mother's brows furrowed tightly.

"It's really a deficit of 120 million, someone is making fake accounts!"

A week ago, when she was accounting for the accounts at the end of the month, she found an anomaly, and after the preliminary accounting, she suspected that someone had embezzled a huge amount of the company's funds, and she immediately reported the matter to the CFO.

The superintendent asked her to do the calculations in detail.

Now, the results are in.

The thirty-year-old financial director received the notice and came to the office, he pinched the report and sneered: "Aunt Luo, you are also an old employee, why are you so ignorant?"

Mother Luo chuckled in her heart: "Director Zhang, what do you mean?"

"With a deficit of 120 million, do you really think that anyone has this energy?

Luo's mother was stunned.

She has been an accountant all her life. In the past, when the state-owned enterprises were state-owned, they were the accountants in the factory, but later the enterprise was restructured, and the state-owned enterprises became private enterprises, and the private enterprises were acquired by the White Dragon Group.

She has been working in the position of accountant, conscientious, and has not made a single mistake.

Director Zhang closed the monitor, clasped his chest with both hands, and his face was cold: "Sister, you really can't carry it, such a large amount, who has such a big right, do you still need me to say it?"

One of his fingers pointed to the ceiling.

The finance office is on the 71st floor, and further up is the president's office on the 72nd floor.

Mother Luo said angrily: "Do you still want to frame Mr. Zhao?"

There was a "crunch", and the door of the finance room was pushed open.

President Zhao Hongnian walked in, followed by his driver Jia Xu.

The financial director immediately stepped aside: "Mr. Zhao, you are here." ”

Zhao Hongnian is a middle-aged man in his fifties, well-maintained, with a strong physique, wearing a suit and combing his oily hair, full of style.

It's just that the thin lips and inverted eyebrows make him look very cold and mean.

He nodded expressionlessly and walked straight to Mother Luo.

Luo's mother hurriedly handed over the statement: "Mr. Zhao, look at this amount, I suspect that the financial director is misappropriating the company's funds!"

Zhao Hongnian took the report and tore it directly into shredded paper, and a sneer appeared on his face: "Accountant Luo, there's no need to look at this, I have a showdown, the money is misappropriated by me Zhao Hongnian, 120 million, what can you do to me?"

Luo's mother was stunned: "Are you crazy, Zhao Hongnian? This is a crime! I must inform the board of directors of this matter!"

Bailong Group is a joint-stock company, and the president cannot cover the sky with one hand.

Moreover, the company's major shareholder is someone else, and Zhao Hongnian only has a few shares in his hand.

Luo's mother took out her mobile phone and immediately wanted to call the board.

Zhao Hongnian just sneered and beckoned, and his driver Jia Xu walked over from behind: "Accountant Luo, don't be in a hurry to call the police, you might as well take a look, this man, who is he?"

Jia Xu was holding a photo in his hand, and the man in the photo was Luo's father who was selling fruit in the corner of the vegetable market.

Luo's mother shuddered: "Jia Xu, what do you mean?"

"This is the first warning," Jia Xu sneered, a pair of triangular eyes with a dangerous light, "This afternoon, I asked a few friends to visit your husband, if nothing else, he should be lying in the hospital now." ”

Mother Luo trembled, covered her mouth with her hands, and tears of fear flowed out: "How can you do this?"

Zhao Hongnian laughed: "Why can't I?"

He flipped through Luo's mother's notebook: "What kind of thing are you? A little accountant, can't you honestly help me do my accounts? You dare to check my accounts, and you really use yourself as a messenger of justice?"

Luo's mother was angry: "You're not afraid that I will call the police?"

Zhao Hongnian sneered: "You don't dare." ”

"This is the second warning," Jia Xu showed another photo, "If you want to call the police, you can report it!"

The person in the photo is Lawson.

Luo's mother threw down the phone helplessly.

Zhao Hongnian threw a stack of documents on the table, including proof of assets, stock market transaction records, fund transfer records, account opening certificates, and so on.

He sneered: "Sign it, I will spare your son's life." ”

Mother Luo picked up the document with trembling hands, just rolled her eyes casually, and she knew that this was a life-threatening document!

If she signs it, the pot of misappropriation of the company's funds will be completely deducted on her head!

Jia Xu shook Lawson's photo again, squinted a pair of triangular eyes, and said gloomily: "Sister Luo, you haven't seen me cut people, do you?

Luo's mother trembled.

The people of the entire group know that Jia Xu has a complex social background, knows various characters on the black road and white road, and when he was young, he had a lot of blood on his hands from the black households of the Jade Country.

Later, he followed Zhao Hongnian, and only then did he restrain himself a little, and specially helped Zhao Hongnian to do those unsightly things.

Luo's mother knew that Jia Xu really dared to cut people.

"I'll sign it! I'll sign anything!"

The air seemed to freeze, no one spoke, there were dozens of documents that needed to be signed, and in the huge financial room, there was only the sound of central air conditioning and refrigeration, and only the rustle of the tip of the pen on the paper.

Crunch......

It was the sound of the door shaft turning.

Several people looked back at the same time, only to see a young man in a school uniform walking in.

"Lawson?" Luo's mother was taken aback, dropped the pen and paper, and ran over desperately, protecting Lawson behind her, "What are you doing here, go home quickly!"

"I'll pick you up," Rosen smiled softly and took his mother into his arms, "Let's go home together." ”

Since the beginning of high school, Rosen has been taller than his mother, and he can easily hold his mother in his arms.

He looked down at the white hair on his mother's sideburns, and his nose couldn't help but sour.

Mom, you know what? I've been waiting for the day I will meet you again for 36,000 years!

Luo Sen, the Demon Dao Gu Immortal who crisscrossed all worlds, stepped on the bones of the forest, walked through the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, and slaughtered countless worlds with his own hands, just for this moment!

It's worth it!

Luo's mother was anxious and afraid, and pushed Lawson out of the door in a panic: "You go quickly, go home first, I still have work to do." ”

"It's okay, don't worry," Rosen gently comforted his mother, "Dad should have fallen asleep, do you still have a job?" ”

Luo's mother looked up in disbelief: "Is your dad okay?"

Rosen smiled: "No, what can he do, sleep well at home." ”

"Open your mouth and come, boy," Jia Xu took out a butterfly knife out of nowhere, held it in his hand, and smiled cruelly, "I am relieved that Huzi is doing things, he will go to you Lao Tzu, you Lao Tzu can still have a life? Sleep at home, sleep underground, right?"

Rosen quietly activated the ability of the Sleeping Gu.

"Mom, you're tired, let's sleep for a while. ”

There is no need to let my mother know about those dirty things.

In my mother's heart, my son will always be a peerless good person.

That's enough.

Luo's mother fell asleep.

Rosen's gentleness vanished.

He stared at Jia Xu, and his face swelled up with a killing intent that seemed to be substantial, "Huzi, what are you talking about, is it the man with half a fire scar face who still has seven flower arms under his hands?"

"Yes, it's them," Jia Xu frowned, a faint hint of uneasiness in his heart, "What's wrong with them?"

"Dead," Rosen smirked, "to the ashes." ”