6. Ghost Tricking (II)
"I think you're really someone who can communicate with God." Matsui Heizhi's eyes on Zhu Tong became very strange again, it was terrible for a person to calculate things so accurately.
"God is afraid of death." Zhu Tong looked at Wenger and said with a pun; "I warned you, who knew you would misunderstand me. You now have two choices, one is to work with us on all aspects of the play, and the other is to stay in Japan. β
"Why do you trust me to say what you need?" Wenger asked cautiously.
"Of course not. Someone said to me that there are two kinds of people in the world who must not be believed. Your previous identity is one of them. However, I think you have a way to dispel my doubts, isn't it? Zhu Tong and Wenger looked at each other, their eyes did not blink, and they both wanted to read something else from each other's eyes.
"My real boss is Mr. Lehman, and I won't kill anyone without his orders." Wenger looked away, he couldn't see anything in Zhu Tong's eyes. It can also be said that there was so much content in those eyes that he didn't trust his eyes at all.
"Mr. Lehman is a U.S. senator, should I care about him?" Zhu Tong also added caution. Wenger has everything in his eyes, just no fear, which is a bit strange.
"I'm afraid you should take Mr. Lehman's feelings into account." Arsene Wenger looked around and said, "Can I talk to you alone?" β
"It's late, we have to negotiate tomorrow, I can only give you ten minutes." Zhu Tong looked at his watch and said to Matsui Heishi; "Is there a quieter room?"
At this time, of course, there was a quiet room, and Zhu Tong and Wenger came next door.
"Mr. Wenger has anything to say, please speak."
"Are you sure our conversation won't be overheard by a third party?" Arsene Wenger looked around.
"Please put your hands on the table." Long Feng Xinghao twirled at Zhu Tong's fingertips, he looked at Wenger's left hand, and said with a smile: "I just said that I am a very suspicious person. If I think you might have some kind of unfriendly motives, don't blame me for preemptively. β
Wenger's left hand has been in his pocket, and when he heard Zhu Tong say this, he had to take it out and put it on the table: "Look, I don't have anything in my hand." β
"Whoosh! Sou! With two sounds, the dragon and phoenix star shot out and nailed to the vein gate of Wenger's left wrist.
Wenger took a deep breath and endured the pain in his heart: "What are you doing here?" β
"Because you're lying." Zhu Tong flipped open the sleeve of Wenger's left hand, revealing a syringe.
He tore a piece of cloth from Wenger's cuff and carefully wrapped it around the syringe.
"What is this? Could it be that Mr. Wenger's hobby is magic? β
Wenger didn't speak, he was experiencing a strange pain. The dragon and phoenix stars were nailed to his veins, sending out two streams of cold and hot air flowing up the meridians, and half of Wenger's body was already out of control.
"I guess there's a miracle drug in there." Zhu Tong pointed the needle at Wenger's wrist; "Otherwise, you wouldn't be wearing it all the time."
Wenger's eyes showed extreme fear, and he watched the needle get closer and closer, but there was nothing he could do.
"Don't you have anything to say? Take Mr. Lehman, for example. Zhu Tong stopped the moment the needle touched his skin and pulled out Feng Xinghao.
"Be careful, be careful." Arsene Wenger was already sweating profusely.
"What's inside?" Zhu Tong asked.
"Camellia." Wenger said in a trembling voice.
"Camellia." Zhu Tong muttered, he didn't know that he had been harmed by this kind of thing and almost lost his life; "Isn't it amazing?"
"It's a powerful toxin, and with just a little bit, you can ...... You can ......."
"Why did you kill me?" Zhu Tong aimed the tip of the needle at a blood vessel on the Wenger vein; "Carl isn't your target, is it? I like honest people. β
"It's not a needle, it's a transmitter." Arsene Wenger closed his eyes. He is experienced in the end, and in the face of such a fatal threat, he knows the truth that he is out of sight and out of mind. It is impossible to keep your mind calm while watching your life tremble at the tip of a needle.
"I don't want to hear anything like that." Zhu Tong replaced the tip of the needle with Long Xinghao and lightly tapped it on the surface of his skin.
Wenger trembled even harder; "It's not anyone, it's Carl. He said, as long as we kill you, we will both be free. β
"Honestly, but I'd like to hear something else. Carl, is he qualified? I'm skeptical. Long Xinghao had already pierced Carl's skin, and a little blood bead quietly oozed out.
"It's Mr. Lehman, and he doesn't want you to be where you are." Arsene Wenger finally spoke.
"You can open your eyes, let's talk about Mr. Lehman." Zhu Tong removed Long Xinghao and the needle, and Feng Xinghao was still nailed to the Wenger vein.
Arsene Wenger's clothes were already soaked with sweat, and although the left half of his body was not yet in order, at least his life was not in danger.
Mr. Lehman believes that what the Iike Foundation has done in the past is a fool's errand. There are also people who believe that if Fuhua Shipbuilding can be in the hands of its own people, it should be tried, and this is a business that can bring huge profits. Because of your presence, Mr. Lehman's opinion is respected. β
"But why did he sell his shares to Mrs. Wilson?" Zhu Tong was a little confused. If Senator Lehman does not sell his shares, he can express his wishes at the board of directors of United Shipping.
Because, he has been working on another plan recently, lobbying some friends to put pressure on the Japanese government to stop the Fuhua shipbuilding project. It is also trying to get the U.S. Congress to pass a bill that would limit cooperation between Japan and China on similar projects. Wenger wiped the sweat from his head as the needle of the syringe or transmitter was rocking in front of his eyes.
Understand that as long as one of Lehman's two efforts is successful, the shares of United Ship will immediately be worthless.
"He must be in trouble, isn't he?"
"That's why I got the order to assassinate you." Arsene Wenger nodded; "I don't know the specific situation, my task is to prevent Fuhua Shipbuilding from signing the contract before June."
Zhu Tong was a little distracted for a while.
Wang Xiangjiao also said that Fuhua Shipbuilding must complete negotiations and sign a formal contract in May, presumably, he also got some vague information.
"Can I go?" Arsene Wenger asked in a low voice.
"Nope." I wish the child to be sober; "You have to stay in Japan until at least the end of May. In the meantime you can think about what else you have to say, if I find out that you are hiding or deceiving a little...... Master Hui Heji's Seqing Temple has newly sold a cemetery, and it is the duty of the Buddhist family to shelter a lonely soul and wild ghost. β
"Unfortunately, you can't do that." Arsene Wenger said dissatisfied; "My wife knows that I have come to Japan, and Mr. Lehman also knows that the Iike Foundation is going to be under a lot of pressure."
"This matter has nothing to do with the Ichi family." Zhu Tong twisted Long Xinghao and drew a small "ghost" word.
Wenger's eyes widened and endured, the "imp" was planted in his eyebrows, and the world suddenly became chaotic and messy, and soon, his mind began to blur......
"Mr. Wenger, is there anything else you would like to say to me? If not...... Good luck with your dreams coming true. β
Zhu Tong doesn't know how to fix words, and that magical power has evolved into a small trick after his study. Mr. Wenger is a man who tries it, and Zhu Tong looks at him expectantly.
Exactly ten minutes later, Matsui Heishi pushed the door and came in.
"What's wrong with Mr. Wenger?"
"He was sick and immediately rushed him to Hayata Hospital. I heard that it is the best cardiovascular and cerebrovascular hospital in Kyoto. "Zhu Tong clapped his hands;" Ping Zhijun, Mr. Wenger will be taken care of by you. Tell Dean Hayada that he can be treated in any way, but he can't operate on him. β
"That's right." Matsui had a bitter face. (6).(1)(6).CN
Arsene Wenger is almost an idiot now, his hands are constantly swinging in front of his eyes, and his mouth is muttering: "Butterfly, butterfly, fly......"
Arsene Wenger is physically strong, with a solid foundation; The "little ghost" can exist for about a week to two weeks, and then he will gradually come to his senses. His symptoms are roughly equivalent to...... Western medicine is too complicated, and if Dr. Hayada didn't take heavy medicine, it is estimated that he would not die in a month or two.
Back in Jiujin, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
Zhu Tong saw that the lights were still on on the other side of the catalpa fog, so he couldn't help but walk over.
Pushing open the door, only Ye'er was guarding two computers in the living room, and everyone else must have gone to rest.
"Did it go well?" Ye Er raised her head and smiled sweetly.
"It's okay; Inform Shanghai, Carl will take tomorrow morning's plane, please ...... It's going to trouble the Yellow Sea. Ask him to pick him up and find a quiet place to house Mr. Karl for the time being. β
Zhu Tong originally planned to ask Qin Keqiang for help, but in the face of Ye'er's eyes full of trust and love, he somehow said such a thing.
He immediately regretted it, Carl's identity is sensitive, the time point is sensitive, can Huang Hai handle it?
Over there, Ye Er had already prepared an email and sent it to the Financial Working Group and the Fuhua Preparatory Office respectively; There is also a copy for Baili Xiao.
"I think it would be more appropriate to ask Mr. Baili to receive Mr. Karl."
Ye'er's empathy touched Zhu Tong very much, and it was indeed the best choice for Baili Xiao to receive Carl.
"There's a document, and the chief wants me to take a look at it. It will be announced in the coming days. Ye Er opened a document and pulled Zhutong to sit next to the computer.
This is the document jointly signed by the four ministries.
The tips of Ye'er's hair swept across his cheeks with a fresh body fragrance, and a snow-white jade neck of the collar poked out, which stimulated Zhu Tong to be unable to control himself.
It was impossible for his mind to devote himself to the boring papers, and he took Ye'er in his arms.
Ye Er struggled softly, and the strength of her body was softened as if it were evacuated.
Even through several layers of fabric, both of them could feel each other's body temperature.
"Don't be like this, Xiao Xiao just fell asleep." Ye Er looked at the next door and struggled to make a sentence.
"Xiao Xiao is the most empathetic, she will pretend to be asleep even if she doesn't sleep." Zhu Tong whispered in Ye'er's ear, the tip of his tongue gently licking the tender skin.
Ye Er lowered her head, her hair fell down to cover her crimson cheeks, her unbearable delicate body didn't use any strength, and the remaining reason in her mind became more and more blurred.
Zhu Tong's hands walked up and down, already depicting a moving curve, he hooked Ye'er's chin, found warm red lips, and kissed it.
Ye Er closed her eyes tightly, letting them be light and thin, entangled with each other, her arms wrapped around Zhu Tong's neck, and she gasped rapidly. Zhu Tong seemed to want to melt Ye'er into his body, and a pair of arms strangled her so hard that she couldn't even breathe.
"Good Ye'er, we haven't kissed in a hundred years." Zhu Tong muttered, his hand already reaching into his clothes and stretching out.
"The day before yesterday...... No, can you calm down? Ye Er's words couldn't tell whether they were rejected or coquettish, and Zhu Tong was even more presumptuous. He held his daughter's jade in his mouth, greedily sucked his daughter's incense, and turned his daughter's shyness into spring love little by little.
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