Blackstone Code

In the middle of the night, after eleven o'clock, Garp came back from the company exhausted. During this time, he had been dealing with some traces of the company's accounts with Henghui Group.

Some things are not on the ledger, but the money is added, and some things are on the ledger, but the numbers are not right. It's not just one bad debt, it's a lot of bad debt.

It was also through this period of hard work that he suddenly had a vague understanding of some things.

A Henghui Group, which was about the same size as the Ristorian Group he worked for, or even larger, suddenly fell into the quagmire. It was definitely not as simple as tax evasion, and it might have something to do with Henghui's involvement in foreign capital.

Garp didn't know where this feeling came from. When he was dealing with the company's problems, he was also paying close attention to the news of the Henghui Group's fraud case. From his point of view, in fact, Henghui's no problem.

"Maybe I shouldn't think about it so much..." he said to himself as he turned the car from the main road into the entrance of the community.

These big cases are too far away from him, not to mention influence or interference, he can't even do anything, caring about this case is just pure curiosity.

Garp's car had been registered in the community. When his car approached the guard box, the security guard on duty immediately raised the railing for him. Garp also smiled and said thank you.

In fact, sometimes politeness itself is not derived from one's own character such as upbringing, but to maintain a more positive image of oneself. This can be said to be a kind of hypocrisy of adults, and it can also be said to be knowledge that must be mastered when entering society.

It was just a thank you to Garp and many more, but it was enough to make them look a little better.

Just when he was about to step on the accelerator to drive the car into the road in the community, the security guard seemed to hesitate to speak, with a strange expression on his face.

People who do digital work are very careful, and those who are not careful can't do this kind of work. Garp frowned slightly, and he put his foot back on the gas pedal, "Do you have anything to do?" Tell me?"

Originally, the security guard didn't intend to meddle in other people's business, but Garp was so polite, which was regarded as "respect" to him, which made it difficult for him not to say something, but he felt that it was inappropriate.

His tangled appearance made Garp even more strange, "Please tell me if there is anything, maybe it is important to me?" He used "please", which was enough to show his solemnity.

Only then did the security guard sigh with a wry smile, and said, "I shouldn't be meddling in my own business, Mr. Garp, but..." He shook his head, who knows what he meant by shaking his head, "Madam Vera tonight Came back in the car of a young man who was very handsome..."

Speaking of which, the security guard said what was in his heart, and stopped. Originally, this kind of thing was forbidden to happen.

Regardless of whether it is a mid-range community or a high-end community, the supporting service companies do not allow employees to disclose or communicate anything related to the owner.

Every year, there are many lawsuits and battles around the police. Every employee will receive professional training before taking up the job, but Garp is very good at pretending. I said something I shouldn't have said.

Garp's face suddenly became ugly, and finally he forced a smile and threw a pack of cigarettes out of the window, "Thank you, I sent someone to send her back."

Only then did the security heave a sigh of relief, "Is that so, that's good, I almost thought..." He was a little embarrassed as he spoke, and he didn't notice Garp's stinky smell that was so dark that it was about to merge with the surrounding darkness. complexion.

After he parked the car, he opened the door with a gloomy expression. He never thought that there would be any problems with his marriage.

He is young, handsome, has an enviable job, has a lot of money, and is about to become a junior partner of the Ristorian Group.

Although he is only a junior partner, he has surpassed most of them. He has stepped on a higher level. No woman will leave him, just like those cheap girls in the company.

But he is very angry now, an ornament that he regards as an important embellishment in his life, used to adorn the integrity of his society, a small pet that he raises, unexpectedly breeds some unpleasant thoughts for him.

Any machismo is hard to bear!

He pushed open the door of the guest bedroom. They were still in the cold war and were still sleeping in separate rooms.

Vera was still not asleep at this time, she was reading a book about management that Garp had bought before, and she was reading it now with the bedside lamp on.

Women who drink alcohol are like this, they will become more emotional, and they will also have a reckless behavior that they think of, reading books when they are slightly drunk... Is it really useful?

It may not be useful, but they will use their "efforts" to impress themselves!

The moment the door opened, Garp looked at Vera, and Vera met Garp's gaze. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Garp suddenly said, "Did you drink tonight?"

Vera put down the book in her hand, "Is it related to you?"

Garp was a little annoyed at this moment. He was working hard outside, but this woman was fooling around with other men at night. He had been suppressing his emotions, but he still leaked a little.

The voice was filled with a hoarse sense of inexplicable injury, "You betrayed me!"

There was also a hint of displeasure on Vera's face, "I'm just talking about work with my friends, and I don't have any marks on my butt!"

In one sentence, Garp calmed down in an instant. That day was the greatest shame in his life, and he found a reason to kick out the cheap guy who left a few lip marks on his ass.

There can be some small thoughts in the office, but you should not take home these things that can only be placed in the office. Whether you bring them home or ask others to take them home, this is a foul.

In addition, Wei La's alcohol was obviously not over at this time, and the quarrel would only make the neighbors laugh, and the whole community would know what happened here early in the morning, so he rationally chose to shut up.

He pointed at Vera, "Better remember that you are married!"

Vera still fought back without showing any weakness, "Do you think you remember?"

Garp felt his head explode. Where did that gentle and obedient wife go?

He turned around and closed the door heavily, took off his clothes and went to the bathroom, he needed to take a shower to calm himself down.

In the bathroom, he saw Vera's change of clothes. After some sophisticated detection and reasoning, he was somewhat relieved, at least Vera did not betray him.

He just relaxed for less than a minute, and he got upset again. This woman has actually learned to talk back. It seems that the doting on her in the past few years has made her mistakenly think it is indulgence. After this period of time is over, he will have a good talk with her talk.

Garp drove away early the next morning. He still had a lot of books to deal with, and he didn't have time to waste at home.

Vera woke up from her sleep at a little after nine o'clock in the morning. She drank some wine so that she had a very good sleep. After taking a bath, she went into the study. She had to find some books related to management to read. .

Lynch trusted her so much, and she had to work hard to repay this trust.

Just when she picked out a few books and was about to leave, she suddenly found that there were several ledgers on Garp's desk. Any accountant actually hates this thing, but is very sensitive to them, because this is their job .

Vera hesitated for a moment, and walked over to take a look. This is a copy of the original, and at the bottom of the account book, there is a line of very clear small characters printed - the special account book of Ristoane Company (Group)...

At the same time, the security guard who had just handed over the morning shift was about to go back to the dormitory to sleep, when the manager on duty walked up to him with a straight face, and tore off the community work card pasted on his chest, "You have been fired..."