Don obviously didn't mean to let Clark answer, and continued to talk to himself: "...... After she disobediently threw me off the horse last time, her horse's head was made into a specimen, and the next time you come to my house, you might as well enjoy it in the living room, she is still so beautiful. ”

"By the way, this lovely little foal is called Aisha, Clark, my brother, and it seems that your daughter is also called Aisha, ha, it's just a coincidence."

Clark took a deep breath and finally spoke again: "Don, my dear friend, why don't we find someone else?" A clean, innocent good guy with no criminal record?"

Tang was silent for a moment, and his tone rose slightly: "A good person?"

Director Clark nodded heavily, never taking his eyes off the tall red-clad vest, "He'll help you get what you want, and then, I'll stop Co.'s vicious dogs for me." ”

Tang decisively agreed to his proposal: "Very good, that's it." ”

The screen switches, this time, but it cuts to another luxurious office, which is more appropriate to say that it is an office, rather than a living room, and the heavy red walnut desk corresponds to a circle of comfortable sofas.

At this time, there was only one person sitting on the sofa that could accommodate seven people together, he was dressed in a black suit, some silver hair was neatly combed back, revealing a full forehead, and handsome facial features, he grabbed a cigar between his fingers, did not light it, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

When he hung up the phone and raised his right hand holding the cigar, one of the men closest to him immediately bent down respectfully, and his calloused hand carefully protected the flame of the lighter, and leaned over to the cigar head, and at the same time, he asked softly: "Dear Don, why did you agree to Clark's villain's proposal?"

Don took a puff of his cigar, spit out the smoke ring, glanced at his subordinates casually, and said lightly, "You remember, Clark is the best in this business." ”

"And," he said, "he did things for me, and he never made a mistake, never, and that's enough." ”

The sturdy man didn't seem to intend to let go of this topic, and he asked, "Dear Tang, what if he makes a mistake?"

Tang glanced at his subordinates with a smile, and the big men behind him were already bursting out laughing in unison, one of them grabbed the shoulders of his companions, and laughed: "Soon, there will really be a foal named Aisha in our Don's bedroom." ”

In the guest rooms of star-rated hotels, the central air conditioning is very comfortable in terms of temperature and humidity, but at this moment, Jian Han is holding the palms of both hands on the tablet, but he is drenched in sweat.

It is clear that neither Mr. Clark nor Don are good men, one is lightly prepared to blame others for his guilt, and the other compares a pretty girl to a foal, and her life or body becomes a tradable thing.

However, when they described it, the expression on their faces was so calm, as if they were saying that the weather was good today, and this attitude of completely ignoring the lives of others and treating all evils as commonplace made onlookers shudder subconsciously.

At the same time, he is also deeply worried about Wolf, who is the protagonist, and subconsciously, but strangely judges, that Wolfe has been firmly glued to Mr. Clark's cobweb, and no matter how he struggles, he can't escape the tragic fate.

This kind of desperate dark psychology was easily produced in a phone call between Clark and Don.

Jian Han almost covered her eyes, not daring to watch the next scene anymore, but she seemed to have been cast a strange immobilization spell, her eyes were tightly glued to the screen, and she couldn't move a bit.

In the shock of the red-clad vests, Wolf walked straight to the elevator exclusive to Director Clark, standing in the elevator, he stared closely at the rising floors, which could go from one to three, which was really short, and did not give him much time to experience.

He took a deep breath, stepped out of the elevator, reached outside the door of Director Clark's office, reached out and held the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, knocked lightly on the door, and with a call to enter, he pushed the door open.

A shocking scene appeared, and the door that was pushed open was not the office when Clark made a phone call in the previous scene, but a miniature golf course of 300 square meters!

The green lawn covered the floor of the office, with various obstacles in between, and Mr. Clark was hitting the ball, and his wrist moved nimbly, and the golf club was raised high and struck hard, and the golf ball rolled down the lawn and finally rolled into the hole ten meters away.

Director Clark turned around, put the club on the side shelf, picked up the towel again, wiped his face, and smiled kindly and casually: "How about it, do you want to come and play a shot?"

Wolf stood stiffly in the doorway, shaking his head stiffly.

Director Clark smiled dumbly, he picked up a remote control, pressed it casually, and the cabinets that had been attached to the sides of the wall slowly closed, leaving the miniature golf course on the other end of the cabinet, as if it was the office of Clark when he used to make phone calls.

Clark pressed the remote control again, and the row of bookcases began to rotate wonderfully again, this time, when the cabinets stopped rotating, the other side of the bookcase was a wine cabinet!

Director Clark casually took out a half-drunk bottle of red wine and two goblins, and asked casually, "What do you drink?"

Wolf licked his lips and said softly, "I will drink whatever you drink, sir." ”

Clark gave him a surprised look, then laughed, poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Wolf, and motioned for him to stand beside him.

Wolf nervously stretched out his hands, as if holding the crown of the Pope, both hands held the glass of red wine, his clumsy movements once again pleased Director Clark, who laughed out loud, and slapped his heavy palm on Wolfe's shoulder: "Child, with me, don't be too restrained!" Come on, look!"

Standing in front of the glass curtain wall, following the line of sight of Director Clark, standing on the third floor of the financial center, just overlooking the Central Park not far away, a piece of greenery, pedestrians on the tree-lined path leisurely, he subconsciously looked back, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can clearly see the busy red vests, many of them trotting all the way, just to fight for a few more seconds, get a higher stock price.

In one office, there are two completely different scenery!