Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

He helped Jiuqing go upstairs and walked towards the office area.

Outside the door of the conference room ahead, several guards with a chilling aura were guarding the door.

Fu Jiuqing used his eyes to put pressure on them to stop them from making any noise, and walked softly to the door.

The door of the conference room quietly leaked a gap.

Qin Baichen was sitting on the main seat in the conference room, with a relaxed and lazy posture, and a calm, dignified and restrained demeanor lingering around him.

The sunlight outside the window reflects on his delicate and classically beautiful face, making him colder and colder, giving off a sense of unattainable distance.

Suddenly, Qin Baichen frowned and narrowed his sullen eyes.

He raised his chin slightly and asked with a smile: "Why don't you speak? Are you mute?"

On both sides of the large conference table were a group of restless men and women.

They looked uneasily at Yan Jiu, who was standing in the open space in the center of the conference room, holding a weapon.

At Yan Jiu's feet, there was a man holding his bleeding leg, gritting his teeth and not daring to make a sound.

The blood on his legs quickly stained the ground red, sweat poured from his head like rain, and his face turned pale.

Qin Baichen's cold eyes followed everyone's gaze, glanced at the man indifferently, and said in a cold and unhurried voice.

"I have personally arranged for you to be responsible for various important areas of the Qin family. I trust you before delegating power.

But delegating power does not mean that you can overstep your authority and use the reputation and power of the Qin family to enrich your own pockets. "

He stood up and walked with graceful and steady steps to the man whose leg was crippled by Yan Jiu.

Qin Baichen slowly took off the Buddhist beads from his wrist and gently placed them on the conference room table.

Seeing this scene, in the eyes of everyone in the room, the already frightened expressions instantly became horrifying.

Most of them are old people from the Qin family, and they know very well what it means for this man to take off his Buddhist beads.

Qin Baichen rolled up his shirt sleeves, his well-jointed fingers moving gracefully and indescribably beautiful.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the man with a gloomy face, and said in a low voice: "Virtual currency has indeed been easy to exploit loopholes over the years, but have you forgotten that the Qin Group has trained a group of the world's top network technicians.

The Qin family spends huge sums of money to support them every year, just to ensure that every penny coming in and out of the Qin Group can be traced to its detailed source. The slightest difference will be a disaster for them. "

Qin Baichen looked down at the trembling man from a high position, with a gentle smile on his thin lips.

"Do you think you can hide the truth when you are in charge of affairs in foreign regions? Within a year, you made several false transactions. The Qin Group lost its partners and used virtual currency to make profits, causing the company to lose nearly 10 billion US dollars. Who will bear these losses? Responsible?"

Regardless of the bleeding wound, the man crawled to Qin Baichen's feet in embarrassment and begged bitterly.

"Master Qin, give me a chance! Please give me another chance, Master Qin!"

Qin Baichen's cold eyes flashed with a chill.

He kicked the man away and stepped on the man's wound with his finely made leather shoes.

The spotless toe of the shoe dug into the wound of flesh and blood.

"Ahhh!!"

The man who had been holding back for a long time finally roared uncontrollably.

Qin Baichen's eyes were as sharp as a blade, and his deep voice contained a ruthless tone: "Let me ask you, who will be responsible for Qin's losses?"

"I was wrong, Mr. Qin, please spare me, please spare me..."

The man was in so much pain that he was delirious, and all he could say was begging for mercy.

Qin Baichen sneered, his eyes showing contempt and murderous intent, and he glanced sideways at the other people in the meeting room.

"Do you think I should spare him?"

His deep and melodious voice reached everyone's ears clearly.

This is clearly a proposition.

Everyone broke out in cold sweats one after another, and no one dared to say anything.

Qin Baichen listened to the harsh screams of the people under his feet, his face full of impatience and irritability.

He warned softly: "Don't you want your tongue?"

The man was in extreme pain and was trembling all over. Even though the pain was deep in his bones, he kept his mouth tightly shut.

He couldn't hold his tongue for fear of leaking any sound.

The huge conference room fell silent again.

The panicked heartbeats and erratic breathing of everyone could be heard clearly.

One of the middle-aged men was the first to express his position: "We can't let it go, we must set an example to others!"

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out.

The middle-aged man's head was shot, and his body fell straight on the seat.

The woman sitting next to her had blood splattered all over her face. She calmly took out a tissue and wiped the blood.

Looking at the others who looked fearful, they did not make a fuss, nor did they lose control and scream in fear.

Everyone subconsciously relaxed their breathing and tried their best to reduce their sense of presence, for fear that they would be the next person whose head was shot.

There were also a dozen brave people who stared intently at Yan Jiu who fired the gun.

Facing everyone's scrutinizing gaze, Yan Jiu shrugged and said without sincerity: "Sorry, something went wrong."

The people present were not fools. They knew that without Master Qin's instructions, Yan Jiu would never act without authorization.

Qin Baichen bent over and looked directly at the man who was paralyzed on the ground, his face pale and his eyes showing despair.

He easily picked him up and placed him on the conference room table.

Qin Baichen leaned forward and asked in a gentle tone: "When he roped you in to cooperate and betray the Qin family, did you ever think about what would happen today?"

The man stared at the dead body on the chair opposite, with tears of regret in his eyes.

The person who initially called him a brother to cooperate with him was the first to get rid of him after something happened.

The man's voice was trembling, and he cried and begged: "Master Qin, I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please Master Qin, please spare my life!"

Qin Baichen pressed his hand harder on his shoulder, and his handsome face showed a nice and gentle smile.

He said lightly: "It's easy to live, but it's hard to live comfortably."

The man looked at the noble young master with clear features and blue temperament in front of him, as if he was like an immortal who is not stained by the dust.

He felt a numbness in his scalp, and even held his breath subconsciously.

All those who betray the Qin family will never end up well.

It is easy to live, but for the rest of his life, he will live in a hell that is worse than death every day.

Qin Baichen threw the person at Yan Jiu's feet and gave instructions in a low and magnetic voice.

"Since he wants to live, find the best doctor to cure him."

Yan Jiu lowered his head: "Yes, Mr. Qin——"

He bent over and grabbed one of the man's legs, dragging him toward the door like a dead dog.

The man immediately went crazy, grabbed the tiles on the ground with both hands, and shouted loudly.

"Master Qin! Master Qin! I was wrong! Please spare me!"

"I will make up for the company's debt even if I lose everything! Master Qin, give me another chance, please let Master Qin let me go!"

Qin Baichen didn't look back and said sarcastically: "What are you going to pay for nearly 10 billion U.S. dollars? You lost several billion in Las Vegas last month, and now the total remaining assets are less than 1 billion."

Before the man could speak again, Yan Jiu blocked his mouth.

He threw the gun in his hand to the nearest subordinate and continued dragging him towards the door of the conference room.