Floating Perfume Shop

Zhou Tianhao lives in an apartment in the city center, so it is very convenient to take a taxi when going out.Xiao Chongyun went downstairs, directly stopped a taxi, opened the door, picked up his mobile phone, and called Zhang Song.

As the door closed, he glanced back.The young man behind the door had a pale face and raised his hand, as if he wanted to grab something, but after realizing that Xiao Chongyun had left decisively, he slowly withdrew his hand and placed it on his chest, as if someone had stabbed him there, bleed.

Xiao Chongyun couldn't bear it, but this door will be closed sooner or later, isn't it?

After all, reality is forged by the bloody truth, and no one can always live in the phantom of the past.

Several phone calls were made, but Zhang Song didn't answer.In the past two days, the little ghost went to Thailand to watch a raw material procurement meeting, and he should be back tomorrow as planned.He rarely does not answer Xiao Chongyun's calls, even if he is busy, he will usually reply with a text message or two.Xiao Chongyun thought, Bangkok is also a lively city. After all, the kid is young, so he can't tell where to go now, and he doesn't pay attention to his mobile phone.

However, Zhang Song did not answer the phone the next day, and did not show up at the airport after the flight landed.

Xiao Chongyun became anxious, so he called the airline company, and the airline company said that they did not find Zhang Song's entry record.Xiao Chongyun asked someone to ask for help from the consulate in Thailand, reported to the police, and reported to do his best to assist in the investigation.

After two days of searching like this without thinking, rumors spread in the company on the third day, and even small hostile companies took the opportunity to spread rumors on the Internet and third-rate tabloids. Qian and Xiaosan fled abroad together, and if they don't come back, the company will soon go bankrupt and liquidate.In order to develop before, Xiao Chongyun contributed to some foreign debts. These debts were originally operated well and were repaid on a monthly basis. However, as soon as the rumors came out, creditors from all walks of life came to the door one after another, wanting to pay off the principal with interest.

Xiao Chongyun was blocked by his creditors at the door of the office, unable to move an inch.

Someone asked: "We went to Mr. Zhang and said that Mr. Zhang is not here, and the accountant came to you. What happened to your company? Can you make the decision to pay back the money?"

Even the one-time payment with interest is of course not enough. Xiao Chongyun looked around at the visitor and said calmly, "Yes, our company has indeed encountered some ulterior small problems, which need to be resolved urgently."

He paused: "Since everyone is pressing so hard, let me just say it. I also hope that everyone can help keep it secret. After all, our cooperation is mutually beneficial. Our company wants to develop, and we also want to pay interest for everyone stably." .”

The debtor fell silent, and Xiao Chongyun said: "Actually, Mr. Zhang is not familiar with the place where we were born. We were blackmailed and detained in Thailand who went whoring ladyboys. It's embarrassing to say it, and I'm covering it. I'm trying to find a way to get someone to send money to him. Bring it back."

"We are very grateful for those who want to help find people," Xiao Chongyun slammed the door seriously, and sneered, "Because this kind of thing needs to withdraw capital, then withdraw, come in and talk, and you will not regret it when you land. If there is nothing else, we will leave."

In fact, when Xiao Chongyun said this, his face was pale, but his anger concealed his weakness, so it appeared very real.I'm sorry kid, but there's nothing I can do.Some people gradually dispersed, some stayed behind to ask questions, and some said, alas, last time my friend was blackmailed by looking for a ladyboy, Mr. Zhang is too young, and he will have to find a seasoned person to follow him when he goes to such romantic occasions. You look good to me.

As soon as the people were gone, Xiao Chongyun called Zhou Tianhao.

After thinking about the bell for four or five times, Zhou Tianhao picked it up, stuttering for some reason: "Senior Xiao, you are finally willing to—"

Xiao Chongyun interrupted him: "Last time you used Zhang Song's mobile phone to locate the location of my studio."

"Correct."

"Please one thing." Xiao Chongyun said, "I want to find out where Zhang Song is now. Can you locate him abroad?"

Zhou Tianhao hung up the phone, went to ask the friend who helped him locate the location, and then sent a message back, saying that illegal means are acceptable, provided that a certain software with GPS has been installed in the kid's phone, and the signal happens to be connected.Fortunately, that software is very popular, and Zhang Song did install it in his phone and keep it on all the time.

So half an hour later, Xiao Chongyun received a longitude and latitude address.

That address is not in Thailand, but in neighboring country B.No wonder the Thai police couldn't find anyone.

Xiao Chongyun stared at this coordinate, racked his brains, and gradually got some impressions.

When he went out the next day, he found that the debt collectors surrounding the company were gone.An employee told him that suddenly there was an institution on the market that was transferring the debts of "afterlife", and some anxious financial companies transferred the debts on hand, so they dispersed.There are also a few companies who feel that they have been cooperating with each other with good credit, and after a few words of advice to Mr. Zhang, he must clean up and do things for himself when he comes back, and then he shook his head and sighed and went back.

"The last time Lotus came to talk to us about financing, Mr. Zhou has been waiting here for the past two days, just on that sofa." The sister at the front desk pointed, "Because you kept telling us that you were not here and went to recruit people, he I just waited there for two days and just left."

Xiao Chongyun didn't have time to take care of Zhou Tianhao, nor did he have time to take care of the debt collection agency, so he just packed a few pieces of luggage and went to the rented room in the underpants.

Zhang Song hates this stuffy weather.

It was extremely hot, the air was full of moisture, and the stuffy and dark room was like a steamer.He was only wearing a pair of long trousers, and his shirt was taken off when he came here, and he didn't know where to throw it.He left the venue that day, had a simple dinner, and wandered around Khao San Road in Bangkok. He wanted to bring some special products back to the teacher, and he saw an elephant.

He opened a mobile app, took a picture of the elephant, and wanted to make another call, asking Xiao Chongyun if he wanted the white one or the gray one.The phone kept ringing and ringing, but no one answered.

Zhang Song had no choice but to hang up the phone. Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder from behind and asked a question in Thai, which seemed to be asking for directions.

Zhang Song said he didn't understand.

The person who asked was very eager, and pointed in a direction, and Zhang Song followed.There were few black lights in that place, and a van was parked. As soon as Zhang Song walked over, the person asking for help switched to Chinese: "Are you Mr. Zhang from 'Next Life'?"

Zhang Song wanted to say no, but the surprised expression on his face gave him away.

Someone swung a stick from behind, and he felt his head buzzing, and his eyes went dark.I woke up twice on the way, both times in the compartment of the truck, hands tied with hemp rope, the air was stale, next to a truckload of flour.After driving for two days, he was finally torn off and locked in this house.

Here he was insulted, whipped, and had a knife drawn on his arm.

The old man sat in the shadow and sighed a long time: "Why are young people so bloody?"

"Isn't it just a formula? Is there anything to hide? Is it worth it?" The old man looked at him quietly with his old and yellowed eyes, even a little kindly, "I asked you to buy the formula, but if you didn't sell it, you had to toast and not eat it. Fine wine. How about this, triple the price, you give me the secret of recirculating incense, and let the doctor look at the wound for you later, and then let you go back."

Zhang Song's body was covered in bloodstains, and his face couldn't tell whether it was covered with mud or sweat. Only a pair of sharp eyes remained, staring at the person in front of him.

"The recipe for 'December,'" he said, "I've forgotten it so long ago that I can't remember it."

The old man asked, "Did you really forget?"

"I really forgot." Zhang Song said, "Perfume is a complex chemical reaction. Even if you don't forget, you can't know the secret of how the whole fragrance cycle circulates from a single formula."

The old man sat for a long time and got tired, so he got up and said to the young man next to him, "Wu Qi, I'll leave it to you, keep beating. Don't beat me to death, just open your mouth."

The young man who had been standing by the side holding tea picked up the whip on the ground and whipped it down again!

The young man's name is Wu Qi, and he has been a tea cupper since he was a child. After working with many forces, he finally settled down next to the old man and got into a good position.This time, he was the one who hit Zhang Song on the head with a stick.

After two whips down, he walked up to the brat who was hissing and gasping for breath, squatted down, and looked at this hard bone covered in blood.

Because of holding tea all the year round, Wu Qi's voice is very feminine: "It's just a recipe, and it's not something valuable, so what if I give it?"

Zhang Song looked at him and shook his head: "I can't give it."

Wu Qi was amazed: "Why?"

"This formula looks important."

"Is your life important?"

"My life is more important." Zhang Song said in a hoarse voice, "But no one blindfolded me all the way."

Wu Qi was startled secretly, and even admired in his heart: "Oh?"

"You really want me to live, and you definitely won't let me see the person just now, and you won't recognize this place." Zhang Song nodded, "When will I say, and when will I die."

"Then what's the use of procrastinating?" Wu Qi asked, "Now let me make your death more comfortable."

"Someone will come to my rescue."

"Who?"

"My teacher."

Wu Qi laughed, touching the handle of the whip with pale fingers, and smiled: "Ha ha."

In fact, the formula of Huanhuanxiang is much more important than this young entrepreneur thinks, but Wu Qi is too lazy to explain.There is always a limit to human consciousness. In the end, everyone knows that he will die, but he will cry and beg him to make his death more comfortable.For different ways of dying, many people are willing to say anything.

But before we got there, things suddenly became unnecessary.Because the person he sent to the mainland, with flowery pants, brought a gentle and delicate man, and even some good-looking men, to look for him.

"Boss Wu, I heard that the person surnamed Zhang didn't let go, so I brought the person in charge of the safe from that company." Hua Pants entered the door and asked for credit, "This person is surnamed Zhou, and he is also a perfumer. formula."