Qin Huairu gave birth to triplets to Sha Zhu in Siheyuan

When Paul heard Qin Huairu's words, he also glanced at her bag.

"Ms. Irene, you should understand what I mean. We can definitely reach this deal smoothly and be extremely happy, right?"

As Paul spoke, he slowly walked to Qin Huairu's side, and stretched out one hand wantonly, trying to touch Qin Huairu's cheek.

Qin Huairu was so disgusted by his frivolous behavior that her stomach churned. She subconsciously dodged and said, "Mr. Paul, please be more respectful."

"Hahaha, I really doubt whether you are an overseas Chinese. You are so resistant to this kind of thing. Only you Chinese are so conservative.

Besides, I have expressed my idea to your uncle, and your uncle directly agreed to me that if this transaction is successful, you will be mine.

This is all I ask. If you agree, I will hand it over to you after our friendly conversation. How about it, Miss Irene?"

When Qin Huairu heard that her leader actually agreed, she thought to herself: This is impossible! No, the other party must be testing me.

Humph, since the situation is so tricky, don't blame me for being rude.

Qin Huairu's expression changed instantly, and her eyes were like a two-kilowatt electric current, shooting straight into the other person's heart: "Hey, Mr. Paul, the deal is feasible, but how can it be done here?

Besides, I can't be sure whether your things are really here. If you deceive me, where can I complain?"

Paul couldn't stand such an electric look, and he shuddered all over. "Oh, Miss Irene, you are so charming.

As long as you agree, I can give it to you immediately, right in my office.

Miss Irene, I miss your dancing so much, how about we dance together? I have a phonograph here!"

Qin Huairu smiled and slowly stood up, walked to Paul and said, "Sure, but I have to see the information first, otherwise how can I let you take advantage of me? You're dreaming!"

Paul had already forgotten about the transaction at this time. He was so excited that he could hardly control himself, as such a beautiful woman was about to become his own.

He turned and walked to the desk, took out a bunch of keys and opened a drawer.

He took out a document with a file bag, raised the thing in his hand and said, "Ms. Irene, since I, Paul, have agreed, I will definitely do it.

Don't worry, the things are here, I will never lie to you, as long as you can treat our wonderful communication with your heart, in addition to this one, I will give you another one, how about it? "

"Oh, you have another one for me? Are you kidding me? Oh, it's so hot, please open the window!" As she spoke, she unbuttoned the first button of her cheongsam.

Paul was so excited that he was stunned and said subconsciously: "Yes, there are more exciting things than this. They are all here."

Qin Huairu felt relieved when she heard this. She took two steps forward and opened her handbag (and the medicine bag at the same time).

She took out the coded pistol and placed it on the table. She was not afraid that the other party would threaten her with the gun. After all, there was no bullet in the pistol, which she had checked personally.

"Mr. Paul, in that case, let's play a melodious piece of music. Haha."

"OK, OK, I'll, uh, oh, Merde." He just stood up and prepared to turn on the phonograph when he suddenly felt dizzy and even swore.

Qin Huairu pretended to be concerned and stepped forward: "Mr. Paul, Mr. Paul, are you okay?"

Paul's eyes became increasingly red, and at a certain moment, his body completely froze and stopped moving.

Seeing this, Qin Huairu quickly concentrated her mind and swept all the documents in the drawer into her supermarket in an instant. Since there is still time, why not ask more questions?

"Paul, what is your true identity?"

"Ah, I'm an insider reporter from France."

"Very good, then what is your mission? All the missions? What is the purpose of this transaction?"

"Well, it was to transport the latest news and antiques from China back to China. It was to pass on some Communist Party news to Japanese and Kuomintang spies.

This transaction was assigned by my superiors, and I don’t know the reason.”

When Qin Huairu heard this, she was so angry that she raised her hand to slap him in the face as she was about to do something to disrupt our country.

But his hand was suspended in mid-air and he stopped again. He couldn't hit him, as this might wake him up.

"So which spies did you come into contact with? What were their names? Where did they live? And how did you come into contact with them?"

She asked as she turned on the recorder in her hand.

"I don't know what the spies are called, I just know that we can find them in Teng Dahai's basement."

Qin Huairu was puzzled because she had never heard of this person.

"Who is Teng Dahai?"

"Teng Dahai is the biggest drug dealer in Shanghai."

At this point, Qin Huairu recalled Sha Zhu's mission and seemed to mention the basement and spies.

"Oh, could it be the same mission?" Qin Huairu felt excited.

"Oh, by the way, who is the uncle you mentioned? Did he really promise to give me to you?"

"Mr. Volsky. He never promised anything, and I never asked him."

When Qin Huairu heard this, she wanted to bite this man a few times. What a guy who talks nonsense.

At this time, Paul's eyes were about to return to normal. Qin Huairu was startled and hurriedly helped him sit on the chair.

As soon as he finished his work, Paul began to frown in pain, and then fainted on the stool.

Qin Huairu thought for a moment and realized that this was not a good idea, so she put his hand on the table, turned around and went out to call for help.

She left the office and walked into the hall, but there was no one there. She checked every room with suspicion.

Finally, in a large conference room, I saw people from many countries. It seemed that they were having a meeting, but why didn't anyone summon Paul during the meeting?

"Hello everyone, I'm Paul's friend. When I was chatting with him just now, he suddenly had a headache and seemed to have fainted. Can you help take him to the hospital?"

Qin Huairu stood at the door, not knowing who to tell, so she simply spoke loudly to the inside of the house, saying that one had to act carefully anyway.

One of the middle-aged Frenchmen heard that his subordinate had fainted and hurriedly said, "Quick, go check on him and prepare to send him to the doctor."

Qin Huairu stepped aside and several people ran out in a hurry.

However, not long after, several people hurried back: "President, it's bad, Mr. Paul has been killed!"

Qin Huairu: ????????

How could he be killed? He just fainted, how could this happen?

"What are you talking about? He just fainted, how can you say he was murdered?" Qin Huairu asked the person who was shouting with a puzzled look on her face.

"President, Mr. Paul was shot and killed. What do you think we should do?"

When the president heard that he was shot dead, he turned around suddenly and stared at Qin Huairu for a moment.

Then he pointed at her and said, "Control her and call the police immediately. Report to the consulate, quickly!"

Qin Huairu was inexplicably grabbed by their shoulders and shouted angrily: "Hey, can you guys figure out the situation? Even if he was shot, it was definitely not my fault, right?"

"Ma'am, no matter what your relationship with Paul is, our newspaper will not be held responsible for such an inexplicable death.

Since you were in the same room with him before, you can't get away from it. As for what happens next, it's up to you and the police to discuss it."

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes in anger. What kind of logic was this? How could someone die for no reason?

"No, I must witness his death with my own eyes, otherwise I won't believe anything you say."

"Well, since you say so, I'll let you see it clearly. Take her there."

Qin Huairu was held down by the shoulders and returned to Paul's office again.

As soon as she entered the room, a strong and pungent smell of blood hit her in the face. Her heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition weighed heavily on her heart like a huge rock.