Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All! Chapter 141

  Chapter 141 Coffee with ashes, it tastes weird

  Hangcheng, Xinghui Film and Television Company.

CEO's office.

   "Very well, you all go down."

  After the regular meeting, President Wen Xinghui waved his hand and sent out the executives.

   Sitting back in the boss chair alone, he lit a cigar for himself in a good mood.

  “This year is another year of smooth sailing, wait until next year to change places.”

   "Maybe at that time, I have become the richest man in the province."

  Wen Xinghui exhaled beautifully, and turned on the computer to check the company's financial statements for the first half of the year.

  Financial statements look good.

  In just half a year, Wen Xinghui has earned nearly one billion yuan.

   In the second half of the year, it is estimated that the income will only be high but not low.

  Thinking of this, Wen Xinghui flicked the cigarette ash, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

   "Master Liu, how did you find the next geomantic treasure?"

   "Yeah, good."

   "Don't worry, your benefits are indispensable. I will let the financial department send you 10,000, which can be regarded as your hard work during this time."

  Hung up the phone, Wen Xinghui put the cigar in his mouth, tapped the keyboard with both hands, and sent an email to the financial department.

  If he hadn't met Master Liu, his Xinghui Film and Television Company would still be a small and unknown company.

  After working so hard for a year, the profit is only tens of millions.

   Fortunately, there are spirits in the ancestors.

  Knowing that future generations will have to live a good life, he specially sent Master Liu to him.

  The two hit it off.

  Using the method of doves occupying the magpie's nest, absorbing a lot of blessings from the treasured land of geomantic omen.

   "Dang Dang Dang."

   Just then, someone knocked on the office door.

"Enter."

  Wen Xinghui pressed the Enter key.

  The next second, the assistant walked in from the outside.

  Holding an iron can in his hand.

   "President, this is a gift from the villagers of Lijia Village."

   "Gifts? Why are they giving me gifts?"

  Wen Xinghui froze for a moment, and looked at the jar in the secretary's hand suspiciously.

   "They used the subsidy you gave last time to buy a machine for making milk powder."

   "The milk produced by the cows in the village can have another sales channel."

   "To thank you, I specially send the first can of milk powder to you for tasting."

   After speaking, the assistant walked to the desk and put the iron can in his hand on it.

   "The villagers who came to give gifts were very sincere, and they seemed to refuse to leave if we didn't accept them."

   "I think they also have good intentions, so they take it on their own initiative, you see?"

  Wen Xinghui sneered secretly in his heart.

   What a bunch of stupid country bumpkins.

   Catastrophe is imminent, so why buy a milk powder machine in a daze.

   But then again.

  If these stupid people are not stupid, how can they let themselves make a big fuss.

   Sacrifice a group of them, and fulfill one of them.

   "Just take it if you take it. I just happen to be a little sleepy. Make me a cup of coffee and add a spoonful of milk powder."

   With a gloating mood, Wen Xinghui decided to have a taste.

  What does the milk powder made by these idiots taste like?

"yes."

  The assistant opened the lid on the tin can, revealing the white milk powder inside.

   Find coffee spoon and coffee cup again.

   "President, the coffee is ready."

   After a while, the assistant brought the steaming coffee cup to Wen Xinghui.

   Taking the coffee cup, Wen Xinghui blew on the hot air slightly.

   put it in his mouth and drank it.

  After drinking, Wen Xinghui frowned.

  Why does it taste so weird?

   Smacking his tongue, in addition to the aftertaste of coffee, there is also an indescribable strange smell in his mouth.

   And it seems to be a little throaty.

   "What's wrong with you, you can't make a cup of coffee well."

  Wen Xinghui said angrily: "I can't even see the coffee going bad. What's the use of you as an assistant?"

   "The president is wronged. The coffee beans in your office have not deteriorated. I checked it before putting it into the coffee machine. There is absolutely no problem."

  The assistant argued aggrievedly.

   "Hillbillies are just bumpkins, and they won't be able to use the machine even if they buy it back. They deserve to be poor for the rest of their lives."

   Seeing this, Wen Xinghui believed that the assistant would not dare to lie to him.

   It's not the coffee beans, it's the milk powder.

   In order to confirm his guess, Wen Xinghui stretched out a finger and inserted it into the jar.

   A little milk powder stuck out, put it on the edge of his mouth and licked it with his tongue.

   "Bah, bah, that's the smell!"

  Wen Xinghui kept vomiting.

   Exactly.

   That strange smell comes from the powdered milk in the jar.

   "What are you still doing in a daze, quickly throw this **** to me."

  Wen Xinghui had a gloomy face.

   "Yes, President."

  The assistant didn't dare to neglect, picked up the jar and went out.

"ah!!"

  Ten minutes later, there was a sharp cry from the corridor.

  The sound was so penetrating that it drew out everyone on the entire floor.

  In the women's bathroom, the cleaning lady sat slumped on the ground, shaking all over.

   At hand is an overturned iron can.

  There is only a small half of the milk powder left in it.

   In addition, there is a piece of paper on the ground.

   "What happened?"

   Startled, Wen Xinghui walked out of the office to the door of the bathroom.

  Wen Xinghui asked coldly as he looked at the cleaning lady who was slumped on the ground.

   "Bone... Ashes!!"

  The cleaning lady let out a heart-piercing scream.

   Yelling that the contents of the jar are ashes.

  The paper on the ground was stained with a lot of white powder.

   Obviously, it was taken out of the jar.

   There are a few words written on it.

   Your dad's ashes.

  Seeing the content on the paper, Wen Xinghui was struck by lightning.

   Nima!

  The iron jar contained ashes.

   "President, you just drank ashes!"

   An assistant's voice came from behind Wen Xinghui.

  In an instant, countless pairs of eyes looked at Wen Xinghui.

"Shut up!!"

  Wen Xinghui wanted to strangle the assistant to death.

  At the same time, he wished to kill Li Jiacheng's gang of ordinary people.

   How dare you give the ashes to yourself as milk powder!

etc.

   Your dad's ashes.

  Your dad...

  Wen Xinghui's pupils dilated, and a chill enveloped his whole body.

   What I just drank, could it be the ashes of my father!

   Immediately after.

  Wen Xinghui's eyes turned black, and his body trembled and fell to the ground.

   After an unknown amount of time, Wen Xinghui found himself lying on a hospital bed.

   Surrounded by company executives.

   Only then did I know that after receiving my order, the assistant directly handed over the jar to Cleaning, and let Cleaning dispose of it.

  The cleaning lady is greedy for the iron pots that can be sold for money.

  He thought about pouring the ashes inside into the toilet.

   When it was more than half poured, I saw a note inside.

   Immediately frightened her to death.

  Wen Xinghui's father's ashes were less than one third.

   "Li Family Village, I will never end with you!!"

  Wen Xinghui never dreamed that the bones of his father who had been buried in Lijia Village were found.

   And was burnt to ashes by the villagers and sent back as milk powder.

   "Get out, no, you guys stay."

   After a while, there were only three people left in the ward.

  The three of them are in the mood of knowing the inside story.

   And they were also the ones who were responsible for burying the bones of the operation in Lijia Village.

  (end of this chapter)

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