Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 313 This is hell, she has no one to rely on.
Top floor private room.

The interior decoration is understated yet luxurious, featuring authentic Chinese style. A Ming-style table made of rosewood sits near the entrance of the private room, with a row of cigars on it for guests to take upon entering. Beside the window is a daybed, with a small table on it displaying a transparent glass teapot and neatly stacked tin foil. In the center is a table and chairs made of imported Vietnamese rosewood, a set of six chairs, all elegantly styled and filled with people.

The big boss sat in the seat of honor facing the entrance, a cigar dangling from his lips, his face cold and unsmiling.

The bald man, Brother B, sat to the right of the big boss. He just put down the blowtorch he was using to light his cigarette, and with a free hand, he stroked his bald head, saying with a fawning smile, "Boss, that woman won't listen to our toasts. How about I give her a few lashes? I guarantee she'll behave!"

"Yeah, yeah, with Brother B making a move, which woman would dare to disobey?"

"Brother B's method may be a bit old-fashioned, but it's absolutely effective!"

"What a load of crap! Women need to be beaten! A beating will make them behave."

Everyone agreed.

The big boss said, "That way, it loses its spirit."

"Yes, what kind of woman hasn't the boss seen? He's all about the allure!"

"I also think Brother B's methods are a bit too violent, so it won't be fun to play with him."

"Brother B has a strong grip, who will pay for it if he breaks something?"

The crowd turned the boat around and continued to echo their sentiments.

Brother B glanced disdainfully at the group of opportunists, then lowered his head, picked up a teacup full of water from in front of him, placed it in front of the boss, and suggested in a lewd manner, "Boss, how about we light her a cigarette?"

To control their top performers and prevent them from running away with the money, fraud companies would deliberately offer them a specially made cigarette when they were drunk and confused at a party.

One cigarette ends a lifetime.

"Snapped!"

The big boss swept the cup in front of him off the table and gave Brother B a cold look.

Brother B realized he had said the wrong thing and immediately shut up.

The atmosphere turned cold.

Inside the large private room on the first floor!
Listening to the excited discussions around him about performance, commissions, and sales techniques, Zhang Yang would have almost thought he had joined an ordinary domestic business company if it weren't for the male mentor from the fraudulent company who was constantly lurking around and monitoring them.

Zhang Yang ate her food without tasting it, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of escape. Ever since she realized that the ransom was a dead end for her, she knew she had to find another way. She even considered compromising and waiting until she gained trust and some freedom before looking for an opportunity.

Or, to put it another way, give them a large sum of money that they can't refuse?

"Miss Zhang, the big boss requests your presence upstairs."

Two male counselors approached from the left and right, one of them speaking politely.

Unable to fight city hall, Zhang Yang threw his chopsticks on the table and walked out of the private room first, amidst the envious gazes of everyone.

The three went up to a small private room on the top floor of the restaurant. One of the male counselors opened the door and gestured for Zhang Yang to go in, while the other male counselor went to the tea table and took a round stool and placed it next to the big boss.

Having already decided to pay the other party a large sum of money to save his life, Zhang Yang was now in a stable mood. He looked around, walked to the big boss, and sat down gracefully. Just as he was about to say something, the other party raised his hand to stop him.

"Let's drink first, we can talk about it later." After a few rounds of drinks, everyone was a little tipsy. Zhang Yang was nervous and only drank a few beers with the big boss. The others neither came over to urge her to drink nor spoke to her.

At this moment, Brother B led a few people to bang on their bowls and chopsticks while singing "Glorious Years". When they sang the high notes, a guy who was as thin as a bamboo pole even raised his hands and waved them towards Zhang Yang, probably to ask her to sing along.

Zhang Yang was still preoccupied with when to bring up the ransom with his boss, so he remained seated.

After the song ended, Brother B called on everyone to toast the big boss.

The boss put down his wine glass and took out a bag of light blue bricks from his handbag, tossing it onto the round plate on the table.

"Double Lion Earth, it's an insider product from the old man's side, not easy to get. I'm in a good mood today, so everyone can try it out when we go to the karaoke later."

The crowd cheered and the atmosphere in the private room reached a new level.

The big boss stood up, a cigar dangling from his lips, and walked around the round table to the bamboo-skinned man on the other side.

When the man with the bamboo pole saw the big boss coming over, he quickly filled his glass with wine, then bent over and stood up.

Before I could even get up completely, the big boss pushed me back down.

The big boss patted the skinny man's left shoulder and grabbed his hair. Then, he pulled a dagger from the leather holster hanging at his waist, slashed it across the skinny man's throat, and slid it across the blade.

The sharp blade cut a tiny slit in the skin in just half a second.

While Zhang Yang was still calculating how much ransom to demand, blood began spurting from the neck of the skinny man directly opposite him.

Although the spray didn't hit Zhang Yang, it all splashed onto the bowls, chopsticks, and wine glasses in front of her.

Zhang Yang's expression froze instantly, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, but he recovered in just a few seconds.

Her vision was filled with red, and she witnessed the entire live stream. She thought she would kneel on the ground and scream wildly, just like last time in that factory full of corpses, but she didn't.

She sat calmly in her seat watching the skinny man die, without feeling any fear, dread, or disgust. She was even able to calmly listen to the big boss and his management explain, word by word, why they had killed the skinny man.

"He pocketed the money laundering fees paid by his employees."

The big boss wiped the dagger on the clothes of the skinny man, then waved for the male counselor to come and carry the man away.

Within the company, as an incentive for outstanding employees, the company uniformly pays for the money laundering costs of bonuses earned by employees through their work.

"You have to understand, our employees are the ones who make money for us. Our usual management of them stems from correcting their naive ideas; it's an act of love. In today's society, money is everything."

The big boss spoke eloquently.

Everyone pricked up their ears and listened attentively.

In just three days, Zhang Yang felt as if he had already integrated into this society, and the fragile little reporter and girl from China was gone.

She had to be strong before she could escape.

This is hell; she has no one to rely on.

(End of this chapter)