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Disorderly footsteps sounded, "Boss, did you find it?" A large group of people ran in.
But when they saw the situation in the corridor, everyone fell silent. The trash can was overturned on the ground, with garbage scattered everywhere. Secretary Wang's body lay among it, but there was no sign of Zhang Moyan.
The bald man at the front smoked his cigarette loudly, "Liu Zi, take a few people to bury Sister Qian properly, then bring Niu Niu to headquarters. The rest of you, go find the boss!"
"Why are you standing there? Waiting to be shot?!"
Meeting Room
Everyone was listening attentively to the presentation when suddenly a loud noise was heard. Startled, they turned around to see that the door had been kicked in half.
Outside the door, Zhang Moyan's clothes were disheveled, his lips slightly open as he gasped for breath, his eyes sharp. "Irrelevant people, get out," he said.
The meeting room fell silent for a while, then people immediately packed up and scattered.
When the crowd passed by, Zhang Moyan's hand suddenly pushed against the wall to block someone's path, hitting the wall with a loud impact. "Except for you, Yang Wei."
Yang Wei shrugged helplessly and then returned to his previous position, putting his feet up on the table.
"Speak, what's the matter?"
"Give An Yuan back to me."
Yang Wei Digging in his ears, squinting his eyes, "An Yuan? Your precious egg? Are you kidding me."
Zhang Moyan pulled over a chair, straightened his clothes, and then sat down, adopting a standard negotiating posture.
"Everyone has their limits, and I think you should know where my limit is. So, tell me, what do you want, while I'm still rational."
Yang Wei put his foot down. "You know very well what I want."
"Okay, you can do whatever you want with the company and stocks, but I have two requests. First: I want to see An Yuan unharmed in half an hour. Second: Hand over the person who killed Axi to me."
Yang Wei stared at Zhang Moyan with disdain, "Love is a strange thing, even someone like you, Zhang Moyan, can't escape it."
"I am just an ordinary person."
"Fine, I'll give you a straightforward answer too. You are in my hands, but I'm not planning to give you back." Zhang Moyan's hand tightly gripped the edge of the table, causing the connecting tenons above to become loose.
"Company, stocks, money - you can have as much as you want, but these are all things that An Yuan cannot bring to you."
"Zhang Moyan, don't underestimate people like that. No matter how much money you have, you still need to have a life to spend it." Yang Wei started to smoke, and it must be said that Zhang Moyan's conditions are indeed very tempting.
"Okay, I'll give you a day to think about it. If you don't give me an answer within 24 hours, I will solve the problem my way."
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A sour pain came from the neck, and I slightly opened my eyes. The dazzling crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling emitted a piercing light. An Yuan felt a bit dazed, as if his mind had been stirred into a mess with a stick.
He remembered having an argument with Zhang Moyan, then Secretary Wang offered to take her home, and then, is this it?
The soft mattress beneath him, the silky quilt on top of him, it seemed like home. An Yuan pulled the quilt to his nose and suddenly changed his expression.
He had never smelled such a strange scent before.
An Yuan Wu sat up from the bed and looked around. It was a very large room, but the structure was simple, and one could take in the entire room with just a glance.
I felt something loose on my shoulder, and when I looked down, I saw that the strap of my overalls had fallen off. I pulled it with my hand and realized that the strap had already broken, with irregular threads sticking out from the broken end. "Moyan?"
Although feeling very nervous, An Yuan still tried to call out.
There were no shoes under the bed, but luckily wearing socks on his feet, An Yuan walked on the cold floor towards the door.
The doorknob is a bright gold color, looking smooth, but when you grasp it, it feels different from what it looks like. Turning it down and pulling it, the door remains motionless.
The unease in my heart suddenly began to grow. In three years, the two of us have never argued, but Zhang Moyan has never locked him in one place like this.
An Yuan was feeling restless, pacing around the room. He couldn't stop thinking about what Secretary Wang had mentioned about the recent tricky situation at the company. An idea formed in An Yuan's mind: Could he have been kidnapped?
"Ding—-dong"
A machine sound rang out from the door, and An Yuan immediately shrank back onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, tightly clutching the blanket, and nervously staring at the door.
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