Chapter 17: The boss helps

Ai Zijing finished sending the last batch of people who needed to stutter, moved the meat on the side of his mouth, and the smile on his face was a little crampy, and the vampires attached to it in batches, sucked the other group and went on again, always looking for a time to massage it, Ai Zijing thought, I haven't seen Zhao Chanchan for a long time, thinking of the soft touch of her body under her and the feeling of ecstasy all night, her lower body began to move again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Uncle Wu?"

Looking back, Uncle Wu was not there, and I suddenly remembered that Lao Zhang had called in the evening and asked Uncle Wu to find Lao Zhang, I don't know when it was, Uncle Wu hasn't come back yet, what big deal can Lao Zhang hold Uncle Wu for so long?

Lao Zhang is a small person who is ruthless enough to do things, but it is useless, once this kind of person is not well controlled, something will happen. When I was demolished, I saw that Lao Zhang lived in a very old area with his wife and son at that time, and was affected by "moving away one day late to compensate less than 10,000 yuan, and everyone left quickly, but there was a nail household, Ai Zijing's company talked about it for a long time, and didn't want anything, and the compensation mentioned that one million square meters were not moved, and the small room of 30 square meters, the lonely old man said that he had feelings for here, and the demolition personnel lay at the door and pretended to be dead as soon as they came to the door, and no one was allowed to move.

The construction period is very tight, and the loss of millions of dollars in one day is delayed, everyone is worried, Lao Zhang volunteered, saying that as long as 500,000 yuan, the old man can move out, on the condition that he wants a million door-to-door fees.

Money was just a number to Ai Zijing, and he agreed without hesitation.

The next day, the old man disappeared, and Lao Zhang came to ask for wages with the contract signed by the old man. Ai Zijing sent someone out to check for an afternoon, only to learn that the old man had returned to his hometown after signing, and that his wife's grave had been dug up, and there were no bones, and he died shortly after he returned.

Regardless of whether this matter was done by Lao Zhang or not, but it touched Ai Zijing a lot, sometimes two people who are too similar can't work together, he was ambitious at that time, he was not afraid of anything, he was afraid of being guessed.

Uncle Wu called at this time: "Boss, Lao Zhang's affairs are a bit tricky, you'd better come and take a look in person." After saying that, he reported an address, and Ai Zijing went out and found a car casually and rushed over.

After arriving, Uncle Wu greeted him with a solemn face: "It seems... It has something to do with Miss Zhao. ”

Ai Zijing was thinking about Zhao Chanchan in his heart, and when he heard Uncle Wu say this, his heart jumped: "She caused me trouble again?" "Thinking about going out and driving and hitting someone? Isn't it just a matter of a few dollars, is it worth Uncle Wu to be so nervous?

"No, let's take a look." Uncle Wu didn't know where to start.

Ai Zijing suspiciously moved his eyes to Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang lowered his head and didn't speak, the green tendons in his hands burst out, and his anger was almost uncontrollable.

Uncle Wu sat in front of the computer and showed Ai Zijing the videos he had copied from the traffic police team one by one.

"This is the hotel video of Lao Zhang's wedding today," Uncle Wu explained, "Xiaoli went out at one o'clock in the morning, you see, holding a mobile phone and wearing pajamas." ”

"In the second video, Xiaoli was dragged up by people in a van without a license plate on the street corner, which happened to be a blind spot for surveillance, and the faces of those people could not be seen during the whole process, and then the van drove from west to east towards Wuyi Avenue." Uncle Wu played the video and did not fast-forward or exit.

Ai Zijing was a little impatient, and he had been going around for a day with the people who loved to sell Guanzi, and now he was watching a video and deliberately not talking about the topic, and when he was about to scold, Uncle Wu pointed to the video and said, "It's here!" ”

The surveillance of the intersection is not very clear, but the familiar car Ai Zijing recognized it at once, just a minute or two after the van intersection, a mini with a license plate of CC123 also turned into Wuyi Avenue, and the third video is also, as if it is tracking and protecting the van. Finally, it disappeared into a large area of low-rise residential buildings.

"What does this mean?" Ai Zijing already has the answer in his heart, but he can't show it, this license still cost a lot of money to buy, and Zhao Chanchan was clamoring for Chanchan 123.

"The video can't say anything, but I'm afraid it's a little confusing." Uncle Wu silently handed over a USB flash drive, and at the end of the contents, there was a piece of glass by the window that was reflected, and the shadow of a big wavy woman was printed on it, Uncle Wu pressed the pause button, although he couldn't see it clearly, but the eyebrows, eyes, and face shape, as long as he had seen Zhao Chanchan, he would think it was her. Because even if Zhao Chanchan is lost in the crowd, she is the most conspicuous one.

Ai Zijing's feeling of irritability in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, just thinking about what this woman is doing this kind of thing, and she is stupid enough to shoot herself in? I'm afraid that this old Zhang in front of him is not easy to explain, and the best way is to deny the past, and when Lao Zhang's enthusiasm passes, maybe it will be just like that, and then he can shut his mouth by giving a large sum of money. In this world, as long as you have money, everything is easy to do.

After making up his mind, Ai Zijing seemed to have a bargaining chip: "What do you mean?" I'm getting more and more incomprehensible, you say that this woman is Zhao Chanchan? Just with such a silhouette? Didn't it go up on P? Like you, no one should go out after seeing the wind and rain, maybe you will put on a hat and you will be shot. This is like saying it to Uncle Wu and to Lao Zhang.

Uncle Wu turned off the video and stood aside with his hands down. Ai Zijing was very satisfied with Uncle Wu's reaction, after all, he was also a person who had been with him for decades, and he was still a little better than the current stunned young man, and knew when to do something.

Lao Zhang suppressed the anger in his heart, he originally came to ask the boss to help rescue Xiaoli, but he didn't expect that after going around in a big circle, it was actually the hands of the people around him. "What about motivation, I just need one motivation." Lao Zhang gritted his gums and didn't know whether he was cold or hungry, and his body shook uncontrollably.

"Motivation? I'm not even sure if it's Zhao Chanchan, you ask me her motives? Ai Zijing raised his voice, and the majesty came out all of a sudden.

Lao Zhang did not show weakness, and only repeated a sentence in a daze: "What about the motive?" I just need one motivation! ”

"Isn't the most important thing now to find your Xiaoli first? Are you not in a good position? Come to me to talk to me about motivation? Ai Zijing smiled disdainfully.

Lao Zhang was stunned and didn't answer anything, Ai Zijing looked at Uncle Wu on the side, and Uncle Wu nodded: "I've already gone, there should be news in a while." ”

"I'm watching this video, your wife... It's your wife, right? It's also a voluntary hotel, and I'm going to get married the next day, and I still run out alone in the middle of the night? There is no one around who can be stopped by a relative or friend? Walking down the street at one o'clock in the morning in your pajamas? Have you checked the phone records? What did you ask someone you couldn't know on your last bachelor's night? Ai Zijing lit a cigarette and analyzed it word by word with the circles under his eyes.

"I can't find anything, the call logs are normal." Uncle Wu replied, thinking of everything that could find out the facts in advance. "Either it's through a mobile dating app, such as WeChat or something."

"That's it, you ask me for help, I can do everything, you can't splash dirty water on me!" Ai Zijing exhaled deeply into the sky, and after the smoke column rushed to the ceiling, it dispersed, and the mist hovered on the top, hovering and unable to come down.

Lao Zhang stared at Ai Zijing's indifferent expression, and finally realized how much mistake he had made before. At the beginning, he was in a hurry, in order to give himself a good future, he went out to befriend Ai Zijing, help him solve the troubles that he couldn't come forward on, and let him step on his back to the top of the clouds step by step, and now he finally has to put aside his own hindrance.

Such an obvious thing, Uncle Wu saw that there was no silver three hundred taels to cover up at the end of the video, and Ai Zijing's blatant denial, all confirmed a truth: this matter is that Ai Zijing used Zhao Chanchan's hand to clean up himself, but he didn't expect that he would ask him for help, and he didn't count Uncle Wu's seriousness in exploring the truth.

Lao Zhang took a few steps back, remembering that Ai Zijing wanted to travel abroad by himself three years ago, and the only condition was to put the parcel he bought from the locals on a certain cruise ship. He thought it was a deal that couldn't see the light of day, so he didn't take it seriously and let it go. A month later, when he returned to China, he learned that Ai Zijing's father-in-law and mother-in-law had been killed on that cruise ship, and the body was still missing.

He originally thought that he would not be so blatant, he thought that he knew Ai Zijing.

When he was about to say something, Uncle Wu's phone rang, and after answering it took a long time before he answered: "Got it, come over immediately." ”

Then he turned to Lao Zhang: "You have to be mentally prepared, Xiaoli she... I'm afraid I won't be able to save it. ”