Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Seeing that I stopped talking, Han Bing spread out the manuscript paper again and continued to write.

As she wrote, she said: "In this world, few people can do things according to their own will."

I lowered my head and knew only a little about what Han Bing said, but I knew it must be the supreme truth.

"In order to survive, I have to do things I hate. Mai is not the first one, nor will it be the last." Han Bing wrote with a rustling pen, raising his head to look at me from time to time.

"Wheat's father is also a celebrity in the business world in Xinxiang City, but his business has been hit hard recently, and he can only be brought back to life by relying on the power of the twelve zodiac signs..." Han Bing's cold voice passed through the office: "Otherwise, he would have to jump off the building .”[

"The twelve zodiac signs... are just a group of princelings, how can they have such great ability?" I was a little unconvinced.

"Heh..." Han Bing gave a rare sneer, but he didn't see any change in his expression: "A group of brats are still delusional to find out something? Of course it's the real interest group behind them."

I was a little dumbfounded: "You mean...their father?"

Having said that, Han Bing finally put down his pen, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sky: "When the power and wealth of a group of people are gathered together, and the business world and the political world are perfectly integrated, what kind of terrifying power can be achieved?" ?”

"Turn your hands into clouds and turn your hands into rain!" I made a very simple conclusion.

"Now you should know how terrifying these people are." Han Bing walked up to me and gently touched my face: "So, don't drag yourself into it anymore."

I nodded numbly, as if a huge wave was stirring in my heart.

Only then did Han Bing sit back at his desk, his expression softened a little, and he said, "Do you know what the first task Maimai received after being absorbed into the Chinese zodiac?"

"what?"

"Attract those troublemakers out."

"The group of people who hung Chen Zhe and Hu Xiaoyang on the gate?" My breathing became a little short again.

"That's right." Han Bing was noncommittal.

"Why should wheat do it?" Wouldn't it be too cruel for a child with the cleanest and purest smile in the world to be beaten up and then hung up on the gate?