Chapter 910

"Hello, is this a disciple?"

Dao Zi looks at the elegant man outside, and his face is full of surprise. He has been here for a year and a half, and it's the first time he has met such a question.

He answered, "yes, they are disciples."

He welcomed the man in: "who are you looking for, please?"

The man came wearing a black and white suit, a black short hair, it seems that the whole body only black and white two colors, carrying a elegant box.

The man looked around the environment, he was confused to find this place, it is estimated that he was also in a confused state: "well, I want to find your person in charge, I have something to ask."

"Well, wait here for a moment."

Not long after the knife went in, they called out Chao Wen Dao. The two discussed something in a low voice. The former pointed to the man sitting on the sofa.

The dynasty hears a way forward a few steps, saw that person's appearance clearly: "Xu Qiyan?"

For the people around Gu Li, they are almost familiar with the birth door. It's really unexpected for this person to come to the door.

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm the leader of Shengmen. My name is Chaowen Dao."

Xu Qiyan knew this person, but he was just a nodding friend. Now when he heard about the identity of the other party, he was surprised: "Hello, Xu Qiyan, I really didn't expect you to have such achievements."

"Mr. Xu, please take a seat. Why did you come to us this time?"

"Well, a few days ago, your disciples made a deal with me. There are many doubts about this deal, so I think..."

Before he finished his words, he was interrupted by the smell of the morning: "when?"

"In December, about the day before Xiaoli's accident, the disciples came to me and found me in the underground garage of the government hall. It was about 10:40 PM."

Chao Wen Dao recalled: "did he explain his organization or leave any news?"

"No, if I had, I wouldn't be like a headless fly."

"Call brother Shang immediately. I need to investigate all the tasks of the disciples in December of the year before."

As if thinking of something, Xu Qiyan pulled out a picture from his mobile phone and handed it to the other party: "later, I felt that something was wrong. This is a picture of the girl I found in the underground garage."

"It's beautiful." He took a close look and sighed.

"It's really beautiful, so I'm impressed."

He took the photo and pondered over it carefully: "sorry, this person is not our disciple. There are few girls in our business. If there are such beautiful girls in the organization, I will remember them clearly."

"What happened?"

"This man has taken on some tasks with me as a disciple."

The dynasty hears a way to frown at the other side a face dignified: "so you were cheated money?"

Xu Qiyan shook his head: "money fraud is the second. I always feel that something is wrong."

The other side continued to look at the photos: "well, we will look for this girl in the organization these days. If we have any news, we will contact Mr. Xu Qiyan."

How many people in our organization can't be mistaken. It's just polite for Chao Wendao to say this.

However, Xu Qiyan said a few thanks, turned around and left with his box.

At 10:30 pm, the chief editor's office of a newspaper outside the city.

The dim yellow light lit up two embarrassed and tired faces.

"This is really..."

"If something goes wrong, some people will undertake it. We just need to do it according to the requirements."

The young man standing beside the table was staring at the roaring document on the table. The paper was white and textured, and the printing time was not long. The air was still filled with the smell of light ink.

He looked away for a long time. In this hour, he did not know how many times he asked this question: "president, do we really want to issue it?"

Sitting at the table, the president in his forties turned white overnight.

He took out another cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The smell of tobacco immediately spread. In the newspaper office, smoking is forbidden. There are paper files everywhere. A little spark may cause huge losses. But the president can't close it for such a long time. The depression in his heart is like a giant beast trying to tear his heart apart.

He was holding a cigarette with no idea how many, but nodded helplessly: "it can only be like this."

"But we can't afford to offend."

"Then you will offend him. If you don't publish it, we will die tomorrow if we don't know."

The president's finger on the document, two people's eyes are some deep.

"It looks like there's something new going on."

"No matter what new action, no matter what we want to fight for, it has nothing to do with us. As long as this publication is over, we don't know anything."

He tried his best to comfort himself, but the expression on his face betrayed him. He was still sad, and there was still a thick ink in his eyes: "Hey, we are not even chess pieces in the power field, just cannon fodder."

"Is it published yet?"

"Published." The president spoke two words, he had no choice.

"Now you have to send people to print. Tomorrow morning 83 million copies must be put into the city. You have to make sure that every newspaper booth in every area needs to have them, and the official website needs to be updated in time. Remember, the relevant evidence needs to be ready, and the police may come to us for questioning at any time."

The young man nodded solemnly, reached out and picked up the document, and forced a smile from the corner of his mouth: "for the best, we may become famous at one stroke."

"If we don't succeed, we may break up."

What else did the young man want to say? The president waved his hand and refused to let him prepare as soon as possible.

After people left, the whole office was as quiet as death, even the dim yellow light was turned off.

The blue light suddenly lit up, illuminating the president's face.

He rubbed his mobile phone and hesitated to dial a familiar number: "Hello, Mr. Guo, we have entered the printing stage. Everything will be ready tomorrow morning. I'd like to make a special report."

"Good. It's good to put it into the market tomorrow morning. If the result is satisfactory this time, not only the debt between you and me will be written off, but also your printing agency will get the full support of Euclidean group."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Guo."