69novels Chapter 125 He dealt with it.
Chapter 125 He dealt with it.
Five kilometers away on Qianmen Street, a private club with a gorgeous appearance is bustling with activity.
Zhang Li pushed the door open and walked out of the smoky club room.
As the door opened, obscene words mixed with a complex and unpleasant smell rushed out as if fleeing for their lives.
A fat man, a dark blue tattoo, a scantily clad young woman, and uncomfortably explicit flirting...
Zhang Li looked normal. These scenes had become his daily routine for more than three years.
He smiled and nodded at the people in the box, then he closed the door himself and left politely.
As he turned around, the smile on his face had completely disappeared.
It turned into indifference and boredom that came from deep within the bones.
*
Nightclubs and bars, a gray area with unclear edges, are also one of the most profitable industries.
Now, most of the nightclub pie in City A has gone into Zhang Li's mouth.
The most difficult thing is how to hold on to it.
Sister Xia's father is a very powerful boss. When she was still alive, with this relationship paving the way, fewer people came to cause trouble.
With the help of Ning Hao, the gold medal thug, few people dare to cause trouble.
But with the death of Xia Jie and the departure of Ning Hao, Zhang Li took back the shares...
Recently, more and more colleagues have come to test the scene and cause trouble.
Zhang Li also had to lower his posture, increase his social engagements, and curry favor with both the black and white worlds.
It's annoying and disgusting, but what can we do? He chose this path himself.
Given his background, this is the best way out.
The men around Shushu are better than each other. If you want to stand by her side, you can only keep climbing up.
*
Having drunk a lot of wine just now, Zhang Li walked into the elevator, leaned his head against the cold metal wall, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.
"Little Master Zhang."
Two bodyguards in black were waiting at the elevator door, with communicators hanging from their ears.
"Um,"
Zhang Li responded and asked calmly as he walked towards the parking lot,
"People are here?"
"Not yet. Someone is watching there."
"Ah."
The group said nothing more, got into their cars, quietly drove out of the parking lot and headed for their destination.
Twenty minutes later, we arrived at an inconspicuous couple's hotel.
A low-end hotel located on the edge of the old city, with a pink sign flashing gaudy lights and the explicit words "情.去" written on it, hanging on a half-dilapidated three-story building.
This kind of place is usually visited by business women who bring customers, or young working couples who don't have much money.
Zhang Li got out of the car, and a bodyguard in black immediately got out of the car that had been waiting at the door.
"Master Zhang, someone just went in five minutes ago."
"it is good."
Zhang Li led his men and quickly entered the hotel.
*
It was already midnight and there was only a tall young man guarding the front desk. When he saw a group of people suddenly come in, he stood up in fright and subconsciously wanted to call for help.
The bodyguard stepped forward, took the receiver from his hand, and hung up.
"Don't make trouble, just take out the room card for room 208."
The young man blinked his eyes and looked a little stubborn. After thinking about it, he actually said that this was against the rules.
This time, even Zhang Li laughed softly.
He put two things in the foreground.
"Then follow the rules? You choose one?"
On the left, there is a stack of 100-yuan bills, a total of 10,000 yuan. On the right, there is a gun.
The young man finally came to his senses, took the money tremblingly, and handed over the room card with both hands.
"Leave someone to watch him."
After giving the instructions lightly, Zhang Li took his men to the elevator to the second floor.
*
Room 208, a door with extremely poor sound insulation, clearly transmits the movements inside.
The bodyguards exchanged glances and swiped open the door.
The division of labor is clear: some are responsible for turning on the lights to threaten people; some are responsible for taking pictures; and some are responsible for assisting in restraining people.
Zhang Li didn't go in.
He waited alone in the corridor outside the door, listening to the screams and groans inside, and quietly lit a cigarette.
Soon, in less than fifteen minutes, several people came out and helped the adulterous couple inside to close the door.
The man walking in front handed a stack of photos to Zhang Li.
"This Fuji camera is very useful, but it can only take these pictures at a time."
"Oh, you think it's not eye-catching enough?"
Zhang Li took it and flipped through it casually.
There are disgusting photos of a man and a woman together, as well as individual nude photos of both of them.
The man is over 60 years old with half a century hair. He is a well-known wealthy entrepreneur and often appears on TV.
The woman looked panicked, but her hands were held down and she couldn't cover her face. At a glance, it was obvious that she was Ming Yan'er, a famous beautiful painter and intellectual lady in the city.
The ring on her finger can buy this building, but she hides in a shabby hotel like this, living in disgrace.
Feeling nauseous, Zhang Li handed the photo back.
"Mr. Zhang, what should we do with these photos?" asked the bodyguard.
Zhang Li put out the half-remaining cigarette in the ashtray before entering the elevator.
Whispered orders,
"Send half to the old man's house and to his wife. The remaining half will be sent to the president's office at University A."
"Okay, I'll deliver it myself."
"Ah."
*
The weather is bad tonight. The sun was shining brightly during the day, but in the early morning, there was not a single star in the sky.
It looks like things are going to change.
Zhang Li returned to the bar and glanced coldly at the place full of decadence and extravagance. Under the stimulation of alcohol, people seemed not to be sad.
His eardrums were trembling from the atmosphere deliberately created by the DJ, but he could only feel his soul falling down.
He stood on the balcony of his office, looking north, wondering what Shushu was doing now?
Zhang Li had originally agreed to go to Xiangshan with Tang Shu, but he excused himself by saying he was busy and would postpone his visit to Xiangshan to meet her one day later. This was just to carry her on his back and take care of Ming Yan'er.
Coming from the old city, he was the most skilled in this kind of dirty and unpresentable method.
There's no need to tell Shushu, he'll just handle it.
Shushu, just live your life proudly and freely, and leave these disgusting things to me.
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