My boss betrayed me

Liuli was driving the car. After she started the car skillfully, she turned her head and said to Nangong Yue who was still in a daze beside her, "I encountered a big trouble when I was going through customs at Shengjing Airport. The customs officers turned my luggage upside down like crazy. I don't know why they were so crazy."

"At the customs, this kind of thing happens all the time, so you'll get used to it.

"Nangong Yue was absent-minded, looking ahead, and said weakly, "I hope that what you bring this time is all exciting good news. If there is any bad news, please hold it back until I feel a little better. I can't bear any blow now."

The following is a further description of Luo Song's actions when talking to others:

Luo Song, a 32-year-old guy born in Hong Kong, is tall but always hunches his back, as if he is unable to straighten his back due to the heavy and invisible shackles of life.

On his long and thin face, the towering cheekbones were like protruding peaks, and his deep-set eyes were like the eyes of a wolf hidden in a dark cave, always flashing with a cold light of cunning and greed.

His seemingly kind smile is nothing but a carefully woven hypocritical mask, behind which lies a chilling conspiracy.

At the age of 16, he went to France. His mother was French and his father was Chinese, but unfortunately both of them have passed away. In 1992, his marriage broke down and his son was ruthlessly taken back to Hong Kong by his ex-wife.

Today, he lives in the 7th arrondissement of Paris and runs a beauty salon. Although his life seems prosperous, his social circle is full of mixed people and his social relationships are a tangled mess that is difficult to untangle.

On weekdays, Luo Song always wears a well-tailored suit, but there are often subtle stains on the collar. This subtle detail just exposes his sloppy nature beneath his shiny appearance.

His shiny back-combed hair had a few glaring white hairs occasionally appearing, like a curse carved by the years, revealing his inner anxiety and uneasiness.

His slender fingers had thick and protruding knuckles, and there were still some tiny scars on them, perhaps the marks left by the dark and unspeakable struggles in the past.

When Luo Song walked, he always held his head high and swung his hands exaggeratedly. He seemed arrogant and insolent, but in fact his steps were unsteady, as if he was trying hard to hide his inner fear and guilt.

When talking to people, his slender fingers would tap the table constantly, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, with an irregular rhythm just like his chaotic mind.

His eyes were wandering, sometimes looking at the other person's expression, and then quickly looking away, as if he was always calculating how to get information that would be beneficial to him from the other person's reaction.

While speaking, he would shrug his shoulders from time to time, with a huge amplitude, as if he wanted to shake off all responsibilities; or he would wave his hands vigorously, with exaggerated and wanton movements, in an attempt to enhance the credibility of his words.

His body would unconsciously lean forward, trying to close the distance between them and the other person, creating an illusion of closeness, but the cunning in his eyes could never be hidden.

Sometimes when he got to a key point, he would suddenly pause, gently stroke his chin with his fingers, narrow his eyes slightly, observe the other person's expression, and then decide whether to continue.

Occasionally he would slap his thigh and raise his voice, trying to use this sudden action to intimidate the other person and make them do what he wanted.

Since 1990, this despicable fellow has been working part-time as a human trafficker, participating in organizing illegal immigration and wantonly defrauding and selling young girls. His evil deeds are heinous!

He was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing in Longteng Country, Hong Kong, Myanmar, Thailand and other places.

He smuggled more than fifty people and deceived and sold more than twenty girls. Such unscrupulous behavior is truly intolerable!

Whenever he set his eyes on those innocent girls who dreamed of going abroad, he would narrow his eyes, raise the corners of his mouth, and reveal a chilling sneer. The greed and evil revealed in his eyes seemed to be able to eat them alive. In his eyes, these girls were nothing more than commodities that he could manipulate at will and make huge profits.

When he spoke, his voice was low and magnetic, but it was also wrapped in a bewitching tone, like a deadly poisonous snake, spitting out its tongue, luring others into falling into the terrifying trap he carefully designed.

And when he smiled, those neat white teeth not only did not add any friendliness, but made his smile look even more hypocritical and hideous, exuding a stench of conspiracy, which was disgusting.

It was not until the French police and the Longteng police jointly launched a crackdown on the evil forces that Luo Song temporarily restrained himself like a frightened bird and stopped those illegal activities.

However, those poor victims who suffered greatly from his crimes have suffered tragic fates and are scattered all over the world. Until now, no one has made Luo Song pay the price for his crimes. It is really infuriating!

"Oh my God, has something earth-shattering and jaw-dropping happened here?"

Liuli was extremely perceptive, her eyes wide open, and she asked eagerly.

"It's not our business."

Nangong Yue responded weakly, with a hint of fatigue in her voice, "Never mind that, let's listen to what you have seen and heard first."

Liuli said with great joy, "I went to see Brother Muchu first. He looked much thinner than before, but fortunately he was full of energy, just like a chicken with blood injected! He repeatedly told you to concentrate on writing, to participate in the activities of overseas Chinese associations, to have close contact with all walks of life, and to collect useful information. He also kept on talking about how living apart was only a temporary situation, and that it was absolutely necessary to get in touch with Western culture, and its importance was self-evident!"

"Oh, it's the same old stuff all the time. My ears are getting calloused from hearing it all the time."

Nangong Yue curled her lips, her face full of disgust, and she was extremely annoyed with Xia Muchu's words, "It's so annoying!"

Liuli continued to talk excitedly: "After Shang Shuli received the manuscripts of the three books, he was so excited as if he had won the super-large lottery jackpot. He was so happy that his mouth stretched to the back of his head, and his smile was like a beautiful peony in full bloom, it was so brilliant!

Especially when he got your manuscript, his eyes sparkled as if he had seen a rare treasure, a priceless treasure! What he meant was that he would spend 300,000 Dragon Teng coins to buy out your manuscript without hesitation, and then he would be in charge of the operation.

In addition, he also had a proposal that sounded super outstanding and super shocking. He said that the Eurasia Culture Company, Wanluda Culture Company and a TV drama production center would work together to invest, with Wanluda Culture Company taking the lead, to make "The Path of Cultivation" into a shocking TV series.

He is so confident about this potentially controversial work that he is about to break through the clouds!

Just when everyone thought that this was a done deal, a mysterious competitor suddenly showed up with an outrageously high bid, trying to snatch the project away.

At this critical moment, guess what? A super-famous person you met at a super-grand event with many celebrities stepped forward and said just a few words, which made the competitor speechless and fled.

Resolutely and decisively supported Shang Shuli's plan, and finally successfully finalized this cooperation. Now not only can your work be smoothly adapted, but the share can also rise sharply like a rocket! For you personally, the income other than 300,000 Longteng coins will come from the share of Eurasia Culture Company.

Of course, this is just his preliminary plan. The final decision is firmly in your hands. You are the absolute master and you have the final say!"