100 ways to be a scumbag boss

It was an hour and a half later when the massage ended.

She stood up and stretched slowly.

It's quite comfortable. I'll come again next time!

"Let's go down~"

"it is good."

Who would have thought that as soon as I stood up, the cell phone in my pocket started buzzing.

Shi Qingsong hooked the little girl's finger, indicating that she should sit for a while as he needed to answer a phone call first.

Since there was nothing to do anyway, the little girl sat beside him obediently and played with the corner of his clothes from time to time.

The man suppressed the smile in his eyes, raised his hand and gently touched the little girl's head.

Then, press the answer button.

The voice on the other end of the phone was urgent and fast, and the wording was concise and to the point, which immediately made Shi Qingsong's face change.

The gist of the matter is that someone died in a community in the old town tonight.

Died right outside his home.

The other person's face was pale, it didn't look like a normal death.

After this incident happened, it quickly fermented to the point that now people are in a panic and everyone says that the place is haunted.

What’s more troublesome is that related public opinion has begun to appear on the Internet.

The cause was that someone on the same floor discovered it, took a photo and posted it in the community’s green bubble group.

Later, this picture quickly appeared in the local group.

Immediately afterwards, several popular marketing accounts reported the incident immediately!

The Municipal Public Security Bureau has been tagged and criticized by netizens online!

The era of big information has always had both advantages and disadvantages.

Just as the saying goes, water can carry a boat but can also capsize it. If the government cannot handle the situation properly, ordinary people can kill officials with just a spit on the Internet.

"Okay, I got it, I'll be right over."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Jinhuan apologetically.

Before Shi Qingsong could speak, the little girl smiled and said, "I heard you. It's okay. Go do your work first. When you're done, come pick me up."

"Feel sorry."

The more sensible she was, the more guilty he felt.

"Oh, it's okay, go ahead."

......

A low-key black sedan appeared.

Several leaders in charge of the case hurried over to greet them.

"Tokyo City."

The one who was leading the group bowed his head respectfully and called out to people the moment he arrived.

Shi Qingsong raised his hand slightly, and the expressions of the people waiting were less tense.

"Shi Shi, you can't go over there now. There are media outlets waiting for interviews."

The leader frowned.

There was some worry in his tone.

Now these media are like sharks that smell blood. If they catch a glimpse of something, they will swarm around like crazy, wishing to bite off a piece of flesh from you!

"It's okay, just do what you feel guilty about."

Shi Qing Song warned them gently that even if they had doubts, they should not say anything.

......

The bathing center is very large and offers a wide variety of entertainment options.

After strolling around aimlessly, I found a quiet capsule house to meditate.

When I opened my eyes again, a vague ghost figure appeared in front of me.

Wang Ping looked around Xi Zhou in a daze.

Didn't he go home?

Why did you suddenly appear here?

and......

He blinked hard!

Isn’t this girl in front of me the one who said she was about to die?

"you."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found himself floating, and no matter what, his toes could not touch the ground!

Wang Ping:!!!!

A low, hoarse chuckle suddenly came from in front of me.

"I told you that you were going to die, but you didn't believe it when you were alive."