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Zheng's Corporate Headquarters Building.

"President, just now the bank called and informed us that the company's $10 million check has been redeemed. This is the exchange document. The confidant said, he walked over and put a bill in front of Zheng Million.

"En......" Zheng Million nodded, his eyes did not look at the documents on the table, but looked at his subordinates, and asked, "Who is the person who cashed the check?" ”

The shock brought by the ghost king mask last night was too strong, and he was still very curious about what kind of person such an awesome killer was.

"President, I'm about to report to you, the person who changed the check is a homeless man and an addict." The henchman replied.

Zheng Million bowed his head slightly, signaling his subordinates to continue.

"We followed the addict and found out that he had given the money to a mysterious man wearing a ghost mask...... Belch...... It's exactly the same as the killer last night......" The henchman said with a deliberate pause, and then whispered:

"Shall we keep following?"

Zheng Million suddenly grabbed the high-end teacup on the table and slammed it directly on the head upstairs, "Wow!" With a bang, the tea overflowed.

Blood immediately spilled from his head, and he lowered his head to cover the injured part, but he didn't dare to say a word.

"If you want to die, don't come to hurt Lao Tzu!" Zheng Million pointed at his nose and scolded.

He said: "You have been with me for so long, and you don't care about it. Is that Ghost King Mask something you can afford to mess with? Lao Tzu almost went to sell salted duck eggs last night. It's not that he changed his mind temporarily, Lao Tzu should almost be cremated now. ”

"Withdraw the people to me immediately, and this is the end of the matter." He commanded.

"Yes, President!" The henchman replied respectfully.

He suddenly remembered something again, and asked cautiously: "President, what about He Changqing?" ”

"What to do? Didn't Lao Tzu rebel against the Ghost King Mask and let him go back and kill him, surnamed He? Zheng Million asked rhetorically.

"So that's how you believe in the killer?" The henchman reminded that after all, a killer who can betray his employer at any time, loyalty simply does not exist.

"Of course I don't believe him!" Zheng Million shouted: "He Changqing, that madman, even dared to move, can I let him go?" You gather people immediately, don't be afraid to spend more money, you must find someone who is not afraid of death, who admits money and does not accept fate, find more people, and give me the right opportunity to kill him hard! Do it with the surname Ho! ”

"With such a two-pronged approach, you don't have to worry about the immortality of the surname He. Even if the Ghost King Mask takes the money and doesn't do anything, my own people can still complete the task. He thought to himself.

"Yes, President!" His subordinates were ordered to leave.

"Wait a minute," Zheng Million beckoned to stop him again, and asked, "Last night, the Ghost King Mask asked us to collect all the files of the important people of the group, including the person surnamed He, have you collected all the files?" ”

"It's all ready, all this information is ready-made, and the archives department has already made a backup." The henchman replied.

Like He Changqing, the company began to pay attention to them very early, and the opponent's important personnel files were investigated in private, and only those who knew themselves and knew the other side could win all battles.

"En......" Zheng Million was finally satisfied, he opened the drawer and took out the checkbook, and tore off the check with the email address.

That email address was the one that the Ghost King Mask left behind last night.

Zheng Million twisted the check between his fingers, slapped it on the table, and ordered: "Send the file to this mailbox." ”

The henchman picked up the check on the table with both hands, carefully put it away, bent down and bowed, and said in a low voice: "President, if there is no other instruction, I will go to the errand......"

"Go ahead." Zheng Wanfei waved his hand, then looked down and saw the wet water stains on the floor tiles and the messy fragments of high-end teacups, frowned, and added to the back of his subordinates: "When you go out, call someone in to clean up by the way." ”

"Understood." The subordinate bowed in response, then wiped the blood from his forehead, walked out of the office, and gently closed the door.

……

In the alleyway between the industrial buildings, a man wearing the mask of the Ghost King is walking......

Carrying an inconspicuous travel bag, he walked all the way out of the alleyway to the trash can on the side of the street, then removed the mask from his face and threw it into the trash can along with the travel bag in his hand.

"I didn't expect that just by wearing a mask and helping to deliver a travel bag, I could have such a lot of income, and this money is also very profitable." The person who delivered the travel bag shook a large pile of US dollars in his hand and said to himself, feeling that he was really transferred over the years, even if he helped transport a large package of the same amount of drugs, he would not have such a generous reward, and the remuneration was almost three times that of the former.

Although he was curious about what was in his travel bag, he didn't have the courage to open the zipper and take a look, he knew that the consequences of doing so would be very serious, not only would the dollar bills he had earned in his hand be blessed, but he would probably lose his life.

So, after doing this, he immediately ran to the bus stop sign not far away, according to the advance instructions of the "boss", boarded a bus that passed by, and left the place.

After a while, a garbage truck from the sanitation center passed by on time, loaded the trash can with the travel bag into the car, and drove out slowly.

When the garbage truck drives to the next roadway, stops, and the driver gets out of the car to continue collecting the garbage cans......

He suddenly noticed that there was a large amount of Hong Kong dollars on the ground!

His eyes couldn't help but light up, his heart beat faster, and he hurriedly stepped on it, secretly paying attention to the surrounding situation, and found that no pedestrians noticed here.

He cautiously crouched down, pretending to tie his shoes, and then immediately took the Hong Kong dollar under his feet into his hand with lightning speed.

Collecting gold is not ambiguous, and it simply does not exist for the small citizens of Hong Kong Island in the last era.

"Really! I didn't expect the banknotes to be real! Hahaha! Unexpectedly, I had a dream of losing money from the sky for three years, and today it finally came true. After confirming the authenticity of the banknotes, he almost danced with his hands, and if he was not afraid of attracting the attention of passers-by, he would have indulged in a song.

He hid the money he had picked up, and just as he wanted to continue his work, he stacked the garbage cans on the side of the road and loaded them into the car, when suddenly out of the corner of his eye noticed that there seemed to be something unusual on the ground of the telephone pole in front of him.

One of the flattened cans showed the unique color of the Hong Kong dollar, and the street breeze blew and shook slightly.

"Wouldn't it? And one more?! ”

He could hardly believe it, and in order to determine whether the shaking piece of paper was Hong Kong dollars, he hurriedly walked over to the telephone pole again, and pretended to be very casual.

"Wow! Hahaha! It turned out to be true again! ”

He was almost crazy with joy, and there were no words to describe his mood at the moment.

After picking it up, he found that there seemed to be a piece of "paper" fluttering in the wind in the alley in front of the telephone pole......