Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Some people's lives are thriving.

But some people, because of greed, take a wrong step, and are destined to struggle in the mud for the rest of their lives.

Song Pingqing has always adhered to the principle of "leaving a way out for everything", not for the sake of meeting again in the future, but simply because some people will really go crazy when they are pushed into a corner.

Especially those who have already hit rock bottom but have their bottom line touched again.

The destructive power of such a person when he goes crazy is difficult to estimate.

After Lai Zhongqi visited his father, his father suddenly began to be bullied by his cellmates.

These bullies are not only trying to make him mentally collapse, but also to torture him to death.

During this period, no matter what Lai's father was doing, even if it was the most normal labor reform, he could feel that there were many people watching him behind the scenes.

Some people want him to shut up.

Song Pingqing certainly did not interfere in the matter. She just gave a slight push in the general direction and then watched the follow-up, standing on a high place and watching coldly the dog-eat-dog scene below.

This move is very cold, but it is definitely a powerful catalyst for those who have done wrong things and are heading towards destruction step by step.

It was a noisy rainy night. Lai's father woke up from his sleep and saw a cellmate standing in front of his bed.

The man was holding a paper knife made of a mixture of paper and glue in his hand, looking at him sinisterly.

"Boss Fu said your life is worth three hundred thousand."

At the moment of life and death, Lai's father was strangely calm.

Three hundred thousand?

Ah.

He took the blame for someone else's crime worth 300 million yuan, and had leverage over the other party worth more than 3 billion yuan.

As a result, this group of people wanted to buy his life, but they were only willing to spend three hundred thousand?

Father Lai showed the calm demeanor that he had when he was a boss: "It's only three hundred thousand. I can give you more."

When the cellmate heard this, he didn't react at all. He looked at Lai's father as if he was looking at a dying fish.

Father Lai secretly calculated the time it would take for the prison guard to notice something was wrong from the surveillance and rush in, and continued, "I can give you three million."

Sometimes you have to brag to be awesome. No matter whether you can do it or not, what matters is to save your life first.

Mr. Lai had little time to think about what his son would experience out there if he died.

At the moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to survive this ordeal and strive for a better future for his children.

No one can resist the temptation that hits their heart. If they can resist it, it is only because the temptation is not big enough.

When the sky started to brighten, Lai's father was already sitting in another place that looked more spacious and brighter.

"I want to submit new evidence." His voice was dry and hoarse, mixed with a strange sense of madness. "About Fu Xishan's bribery, forging housing building materials inspection reports, and about his protector Dong Mou asking for a huge bribe..."

The more Lai's father spoke, the more the prison guard in front of him shook his hands.

Seeing the young man in front of him losing his temper, Lai's father laughed softly: Since you won't leave any chance for my son to live, then let's all die together.

The door was pushed open and someone walked in, replacing the young prison guard.

That was the person Zheng Yuan sent specially after receiving the news from Song Pingqing. He traveled all night in wind and rain and finally arrived when everything was still in time.

When some matters need to be examined, local people cannot be used.

If you want to catch some people, you can't leave them even the slightest leeway.

"Who are you?" Lai's father's eyes were sinister.

"You don't have to care who I am." The man said in a relaxed tone, "They can't solve the problem you want to confess, but I can."

"Where is the evidence in your hand?"

"Shouldn't we discuss the terms first?" Lai's father asked for a cigarette and smoked greedily.

The other party didn't need him to waste time and went straight to the point: "Your son will change his name, have a very stable job, and a pretty good place to stay."

Cigarette ash fell on the table, and Lai's father's eyes were full of madness.

Song Pingqing was sitting in the office, and the person in front of him was Zheng Yuan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"That's about it." Zheng Yuan finished telling this little "fragment" and did not mention much about the subsequent content reported by Lai's father.

Obviously, it involved something that Song Pingqing should not know.

But it doesn't matter. Just wait a few months and see who has moved on and whose official hat has been taken off. Then we will naturally know who Lai's father reported.

"You came to me specifically to arrange a job for Lai Zhongqi?" Song Pingqing's eyelids twitched wildly. "Is my company suitable for being a garbage recycling station?"

Please, she had never seen Zheng Yuan when she sent the paint talents over there, but this time he actually came for this matter.

Zheng Yuan smiled and said, "I also came to see you by the way to see if my old friend is still as charming as ever."

【Chinese translation: See if you have changed. 】

"It's only a year and a half. Even if I'm Sailor Moon, I can't transform so quickly." Song Pingqing looked at the information on the computer and finally chose a career that was very suitable for Lai Zhongqi.

"Can I send him to southern Yunnan to grow coffee beans?"

"Okay, you decide." Zheng Yuan picked up the teacup and took a sip. "This is really good tea."

"You can take it with you when we leave." Song Pingqing retrieved the information of four coffee bean planting bases and printed it out on the spot.

Zheng Yuan shook his head: "You are making me make a mistake."

"You're overthinking. I'm talking about the small half pack left on the table."

Song Pingqing: I won’t bring you tea.

"That won't do. I can't take even a single needle or thread from you."

"Then drink more." Song Pingqing paused and operated on the computer for a few times, "I've sent you the shopping link. You can buy it at Jingxi Mall."

"But I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon." Zheng Yuan clicked on the link, looked at the price tag of one or two 500 yuan, and said jokingly, "Hey, this price is not that expensive!"

"It will be delivered to your door tomorrow morning." Song Pingqing said without even looking up, "Save what you can, spend what you can. People who come to my office to drink tea don't come for the tea."

"Okay, okay, that's a good attitude. I'll buy some for the office." Zheng Yuan placed the order while asking, "It can be delivered tomorrow? Isn't that a special treatment?"

"You are questioning my ability to look at the project."

Song Pingqing finally turned his eyes away from the computer and stared at her, saying in a serious tone, "Although Jingxi Mall is not as high-tech as Xingyao, it can still solve the employment problems of many people."

"That's great! Mr. Song can make money again." Zheng Yuan's tone was very irritating. "Congratulations."

Who could have imagined that people who do this kind of work would have such a personality in private?

Song Pingqing: People should maintain a comfortable social distance between each other. It would be annoying if they were too familiar with each other.