Salted Fish Doesn’t Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

"What are you doing?" Qing Qin kicked the door smartly and shouted sharply.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Deng Hong pounce on him.

Qing Qin responded quickly, slid a step to the right, dodged the sudden attack, and gave him a shoulder throw.

The violent impact made the earphones and bugs fall out, and the plan passed.

Deng Hong's back hurts a lot, but he is very happy. President Qing is well-deserved of his reputation, both civil and military. No wonder President Qing didn't expose me before.

Sure enough, he is a business genius who has been madly rumored by the outside world, and is a ruthless business genius!

To cooperate with such a person, he will definitely make the white-eyed wolf pay the price.

He got up and smashed the bug and earphone neatly, shouting: "It's a friendly army, don't do it."

Qing Qin: Who is your friend... How do you know that I want to bankrupt Qiqi.

"You weren't sent by Fun to steal secrets"

"Not exactly," Deng Hong said helplessly, grinning and rubbing his back, "but I originally planned to give colorful a fake recipe for them to eat, but I didn't expect Deng Baiou to come and get it in person. It's not easy to tell the truth directly, if you take it off by yourself, it will definitely be exposed, so I have to trouble President Qing."

"Don't you startle the snake when you are discovered?" Qing Qin raised his eyebrows.

Deng Hong has a clear mind: "I can pretend to escape with the secret recipe and ask Deng Baiou to respond. After this time, Qiqi will definitely be more vigilant, and it will only be more difficult to obtain the secret recipe in the future, Deng Baiou is reluctant to take this opportunity ."

"Then we can really take advantage of this opportunity." Qing Qin thought about it and understood what he meant.

The clay figurine still has three points of anger, not to mention Qing Qin himself is not so bad.

In order to go bankrupt before, he tolerated these people's frequent tricks, this time Deng Baiou has no effect on him, so he can naturally teach him a lesson.

Outside the industrial park, Deng Baiou was a little anxious.

This is a wood near the wall, it is very dark, and the guards rarely come here to patrol.

Not long ago, he heard a sound of fighting from Deng Hong's side, and then the bug was silent.

I am afraid that Deng Hong was discovered and the bug was damaged during the fight.

What a fool to be discovered.

With this precedent, Qiqi will inevitably strengthen its vigilance, and it will be even more difficult to obtain the formula.

To go or not to go?

Deng Baiou hesitated for a while, but the next second, his cell phone lit up and Feige received a message from Deng Hong.

"I was found, but ran out with the secret recipe, Mr. Qing was knocked out by me, and my uncle drove me out."

"Good."

Deng Baiou drove the car to the small door, stopped far away, and looked like waiting for someone.

The security room seems to be changing shifts, and a lanky little brother is fully armed to replace his dozing colleague.

He seemed to notice the car here, came over, and knocked on the window: "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

The lights were dim, Deng Baiou didn't recognize the security guard who took him out last time, tapped his index finger on the steering wheel, and said impatiently: "Family, pick up people from get off work."

The security guard just received the big task from the boss. After looking at it carefully, it really is the boss who was kicked out last time. He looks like a dog, and he still does this kind of thing.

He managed to suppress the excitement in his heart, and said in a businesslike manner, "Come here, wait at the door, and it is convenient to find someone."

Deng Baiou didn't want to argue, it wasn't his car anyway, and it wasn't evidence that it was photographed, so he drove straight in.

In a few minutes, his hapless nephew came out.

He looked nervous, and even his walking posture was unnatural.

I don't have the guts. Deng Baiou sneered in his heart, honked the horn, and Deng Hong immediately got into the car and started the recording at the same time: "Something is coming."

"Don't talk here." Deng Baiou frowned, lowered his voice, and was about to reverse.

Deng Hong held on to his hand: "Uncle, help you this time, don't bother my mother in the future."

"Okay, the secret recipe is in my hands, we will split up and cut off the relationship." Deng Baiou was in a hurry to leave, so he could only give an accurate word.

Okay, the recording was in hand, Deng Hong showed a happy face, and suddenly shot, holding the steering wheel and pressing the horn three times.

When the security guard received the signal, he immediately closed the door and surrounded him with weapons.

"You!" Deng Baiou never looked down on cowardly sisters and silly nephews, but this was the first time he encountered such a situation, and his mind went blank.

Deng Hong opened the car door and let the security catch him.

When the slender sisters arrived, the office building was very quiet, and there was no violent arrest scene at all.

Meng Yao was more firm in her opinion, quickened her pace, and pushed open the door regardless of her sister's disapproving gaze.

Behind the door, the young man was wearing a formal suit, leaning on the chair and buttoning his cufflinks. Hearing the voice raising his head, his eyes did not evade: "Come here."

Across from him is Deng Baigu, who is tightly bound and full of resentment.

His clothes were messy, and he didn't see the arrogant attitude he had when he came to talk about cooperation last time.

Deng Hong, who was supposed to be a spy, just finished calling the police, put down the phone and smiled at the assistants: "This is all a bureau set up by President Qing."

The sky gradually turned white.

Zhang Shan sat in the smoky office and stayed up all night.

"Strange." Zhang Shan muttered, turning around in the office with his hands behind his back.

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"Wait a minute, why are you in a hurry." Zhang Shan frowned impatiently, "Just your face, it's useless to sleep in beauty sleep, why don't you have a plastic surgery."

Fuck, dog man!

Xiaomi tried hard to suppress the scolding that was about to be blurted out, rolled her eyes and stopped talking, lowered her head and started sending text messages to others.

"Dear, they were murdered again."

"Don't worry about that big sb, just endure this time."

The woman raised her brows and typed fiercely: "Beautiful won't last long anyway. When the old lady gets the money out of his hand, he will have to hire someone to put a sack on him and beat him up."

"Don't play with your cell phone," Zhang Shan said, "What else can you do besides play with your cell phone!"

I really think of you as my father.

The woman squeezed her throat and said softly: "Oh, don't scare the baby in my stomach, this secret recipe is definitely in hand, maybe that Deng Baiou wants to swallow the secret recipe himself. "

At this moment, a loud noise came from downstairs, disrupting Zhang Shan's thoughts.

He immediately got angry and slammed the new ashtray on the door: "What's the noise!"

"Bang, bang, bang."

The door was knocked three times, and the marketing director who was on the night shift tonight was waiting downstairs with a trembling voice: "Mr. Zhang, there are new documents."

Zhang Shan didn't notice that his tone was wrong, and thought he didn't dare to face his anger: "What can happen now! Can't you solve it yourself? What's the use of you, the marketing director!"

The door opened, and several law enforcement officers rushed up, twisted Zhang Shan's arm backwards, and made him crouch on the ground.

"Ah!" Xiaomi screamed and immediately crouched to the corner.

The director of the marketing department was about to cry without tears.

The arrest warrant and the police officer's testimony were in front of them, stopping the abuse he was about to blurt out.

"Stay still, cop."

"Binfen Chairman Zhang Shan, right?" Another person was recording, "Someone exposed that you hired commercial spies to steal your rival's company secrets, please come with us."

The rest of the law enforcement officers searched the room for a while, and found on his computer the obscure conversations he had made with Deng Baiou when they were communicating.

"I didn't, I didn't do anything!" Zhang Shan instinctively struggled and protested loudly.

"I report, I confess!" The woman quickly put up a hand and said, "He was still asking if his accomplice had obtained the secret recipe of Qiqi."

Director of the Marketing Department It is inevitable that this boss will fall, and the important thing is not to let yourself be involved in this muddy water: "I have not participated in this matter, but I know Zhang During this time, I often meet a stranger! I also have contact with Deng Baiou who resigned from Yuanru before, they are both Qibao's opponents."

Two people exposed and reported Zhang Shan's actions one by one like a competition.

Not only about the theft of secret recipes, but also about Zhang Shan's violations of labor laws.

Zhang Shan was angry and anxious, but he couldn't resist.

Looking at the ugly faces of this group of villains, he understood for the first time what it meant when people walked away from the tea, and the tall buildings collapsed.

Zhang Shan was taken directly back to the police station. When he got off the police car, countless flashing lights were on, and the voice of the local TV station could be heard: "Fun CEO Zhang Mou is suspected of violating trade secrets and is now Has been taken away by the police for investigation…”

Since his arrest, his brain has been blank. Only now did he come back to his senses, only to feel that there were contemptuous eyes around him.

It's over, it's over.

This time, he will not only lose his heir status and the compensation for failure due to illegal crimes, but also become a street rat.

Everyone will remember that Mr. Fun couldn't compete, and he was caught using commercial espionage to steal secrets!

Zhang Shan was immersed in remorse and self-blame, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in his field of vision, and the visitor stopped.

"President Zhang also came in." With a pity voice, Zhang Shan looked up, his eyes were splitting.

His mortal enemy, that arrogant bastard.

Qing Qin really felt sorry for Zhang Shan.

You said that this teammate didn't use his mind before he did something, but if he chooses a legal method, he can bankrupt Qibao to him.

Alas, alas, alas.

The author has something to say: Mr. Zhang is going well!