Chapter 313 Use these 600,000 to buy a coffin?
Near one o'clock in the afternoon, the project manager below came.
Jia Ye handed him the photo and asked if he recognized the person in the photo.
The other party's surprised and horrified eyes fell on Jia Ye.
Obviously didn't understand why he asked.
"No, I don't know, what's wrong?"
Ji Mingzong sneered, and when he lowered his eyes slightly, the corners of his lips raised a little: "You really don't know me?"
"Dr. Ji, I really don't know him."
"Then what if I tell you that he came to kill me for 600,000 yuan?" Ji Mingzong spoke word by word, his tone was cold, and he pierced them like a needle.
Jia Ye's legs shook slightly.
"Dong Ji, this is a misunderstanding."
"What is the misunderstanding?" Ji Mingzong approached and lit ashes on the ashtray above the coffee table: "Is it a misunderstanding that people were disabled at your place, or is it a misunderstanding that they did not receive compensation?"
"Jia Ye, you really have the heart of a bear but the courage of a leopard," Ji Mingzong was furious that day. He walked over quickly and kicked the person to the door.
The office door was open, and the little girl from the secretary's office saw a guest carrying tea and preparing to bring it in.
By coincidence, Jia Ye flew to her feet.
The frightened little girl dropped the tray in her hand and hit him in the face.
There was a frightened sound, and Zhang Ying and Meng Qinghe, who were on the same floor, opened the door and came out.
"With profits of hundreds of millions a year, you don't even give people 600,000 yuan in compensation?" Ji Mingzong put the cigarette between his fingertips to his lips, raised his hand to unbutton his cufflinks, and rolled up his sleeves.
Turning his eyes to Jia Ye, who was lying on the ground and about to get up, he took off the cigarette from his lips, blew out the smoke, and said evilly: "Will someone find me?"
"Jia Ye!" Ji Mingzong picked up the person with one hand, and the veins on the back of his hand spread to his forearm: "You are really good, forcing the people at the bottom to kill me with guns?"
"For a mere 600,000 yuan, let others risk their lives?"
"You keep the 600,000 to buy a coffin?"
"Use my money to conquer the country, and you will target me?" Ji Mingzong raised his leg and kicked Jia Ye in the stomach.
He kept wailing in pain.
"I didn't allocate money for you to lose money?"
"I don't have any funds?" Ji Mingzong threw away his cigarette, picked up the person's clothes and punched them down.
Jia Ye was hit so hard that his blood flowed.
When Chen Songyang heard the noise, he was so frightened that he wanted to go up and grab someone. If someone died, this was another case.
He pushed Meng Qinghe, and the two of them worked together to pull him away.
Ji Mingzong's meticulous hairstyle was a bit messy due to strenuous exercise.
Jia Ye was so frightened that he covered his face with one hand and struggled on the ground with the other to escape.
No wonder!
No wonder others say Ji Mingzong cannot be offended.
This is not a philanthropist.
More ruthless than these people.
The man's eyes were cold and fierce as he stared at her panting.
"Dr. Ji Jidong, this matter is due to my inability to discipline myself. I."
Jia Ye's words stopped when Ji Mingzong picked up his cell phone.
Maybe it was a call from his family. Ji Mingzong waved his hand, turned around and picked up the call. What was completely different from before was a gentle and tender "wake up" and threw it out.
The other party probably asked where he was, and Ji Mingzong said again: "I have something to do at the company, I will get back to you later."
After hanging up the phone, Ji Mingzong asked Yan to get the person into the office.
"No photos are allowed. Contact the surveillance room to delete the surveillance," Meng Qinghe's voice sounded in the corridor, and the onlookers dispersed like birds and beasts.
Except for him and Zhang Ying, most of the people on the top floor were from the secretarial office.
Most of the people who can follow Ji Mingzong to the top are carefully selected elites.
Won't do stupid things.
But there are many people talking about this matter.
Probably the process was too thrilling.
Not long after, almost everything about last night had been spread. "The phone call that Director Ji just made wasn't from Mr. An, was it? It was so gentle!"
"Who else besides Mr. An?"
"Oh my God! This contrast is so overwhelming in a novel!"
"One second I wanted to kill someone, and the next second I was so gentle that I could squeeze out water and squeeze it."
"Knocking on anything will only hurt you," Zhang Ying, who had just come in, said this without hesitation, asking them to turn on their computers and contact various media outlets to delete posts and news.
Undoubtedly, last night's news flowed out, and they want to solve and control public opinion.
In the office, Ji Mingzong looked at the people sitting in front of him while holding a cigarette.
Asked again: "Do you still know each other?"
"I recognize you," the other party nodded repeatedly.
"Yan Hui, send them to the police station so they can recognize their faces," Ji Mingzong put his cigarette in the ashtray.
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Full of hostility.
"Where's Zhang Ying? Let him in."
"Dr. Ji."
"Has public opinion been controlled?"
"Under control."
"The names of Ji Lan and the children cannot appear in the media. If it doesn't work, go back to the branch."
"Yes..." Zhang Ying was covered in cold sweat.
The breath all over his body was as tight as a frightened bird, and he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.
On the other side, Xu Ying was sitting in the conference room with a cup of coffee, looking at the entries scrolling on the screen with cold and heavy eyes.
The frown on his face has not been lifted all day long.
In the conference room, the sounds of subordinates' computer keyboards and voices were heard, and the conference room door opened and closed.
"Yes, the news is in trouble. We are all in the same circle and understand each other."
"Mr. Liu, please tell me about the news about our Lanying."
"Yes! We are dealing with this matter here."
"Thank you very much!"
Hong Yu pushed the door open and came in. He saw Xu Ying holding his head with dark circles under his eyes after not sleeping all night, looking like he had a splitting headache.
"There is news from Director Ji that the news about Mr. An and the child should be released first, and his can be put aside."
After Hong Yu finished speaking, the sound of keyboards and voices in the conference room paused for several seconds.
Everyone's questioning eyes fell on Xu Ying.
The latter hummed.
After giving the reply, the noise in the conference room started again.
Hong Yu's identity is very embarrassing. Logically speaking, Lan Ying's current situation, with Ji Lan and Xu Ying at the helm, does not require a vice president.
It was fine in the past few days, but this embarrassment started last Friday. Someone saw Hong Yu having dinner with Director Ji of Fengming Capital. The two were talking and laughing, and they were very close to each other.
As things spread, it became clear that Hong Yu was Dong Ji's person.
People in media companies are incompetent and unrivaled in poaching old people.
It didn't take a long time to find out about Hong Yu's previous experience in the company owned by Ji Mingzong.
Although everyone does not reject Director Ji.
But a third party suddenly came to a business that was running well, and the atmosphere became somewhat subtle.
Xu Ying's cell phone ringtone broke the awkward atmosphere at the scene, and she went out with her cell phone.
Chen Songyang's voice sounded on the other side, telling the story and reasons of the incident. Xu Ying listened with a sigh.
After a long silence, I found the words.
"Six hundred thousand led to a murder?"
"What does this have to do with Director Ji?"