I really just want to be a normal person

Chapter 71 Do you feel sorry for saying this?

In the downtown area of ​​City H, in front of a high-rise building standing in the busiest area, a young man was talking excitedly into his mobile phone, and he didn't even have time to wipe off the sweat that dripped from his head due to his excitement.

"I passed, I passed the interview! I can go to work in Wing On Group! Haha..."

The young man's excited shouts not only reached the other side of the mobile phone, but also reached the ears of pedestrians on the street. However, when they heard what the young man was shouting, they all showed envious expressions.

Wing On Group, even if it is a security guard, it is not accessible to ordinary people, so it is no wonder that this young man is so excited.

When the young man was reporting the good news to his relatives, a middle-aged man with a briefcase walked past him, entered the building, and came to the reception desk.

"Hi, I'm looking for Mr. Song Yongjun Song. My name is Mo Yun. I've already made an appointment."

The lady at the front desk took a quick look at him. An ordinary suit, no tie, cheap briefcase, and bland glasses. How could this kind of person open his mouth to look for Mr. Song?Still made an appointment?real or fake?
However, her good professional qualities did not show any abnormality on her face, but she nodded with a perfect smile: "Okay, please wait a moment."

Calling the general manager's office to confirm, she was surprised to find that what this person said was actually true, and according to the general manager's office, his appointment priority was still very high, and she actually asked her to take it now. he goes up.

Hanging up the phone with surprise in his eyes, the front desk couldn't help but sized up the visitor again. There was nothing special about him. The suit was obviously an ordinary business suit, and it could only be said to be barely readable.

But since everyone in the general manager's office said that, she didn't dare to neglect, and gracefully led the visitor to the elevator and sent him to the top floor.

Soon the elevator came to the 34th floor of the top floor. The secretary of the general manager's office took the visitor over, and under the curious eyes of the front desk, he went straight to Song Yongjun's office.

After knocking on the door and getting Song Yongjun's consent, the secretary led Mo Yun in and left consciously.

Song Yongjun was still on the phone at this time, so Mo Yun walked to the sofa and sat down, waiting for him to finish the call.

"...Mr. Wen, I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request. You know, my son was almost turned into a vegetable by him. Do you think I can let him go easily?"

"...No, no, no, you misunderstood, it's not about what I want, it's not about money... If I say, let him come to my house, kneel down and apologize to my son in person, it's like going to I'll forgive him for what Will did the next time, do you think he can do that?"

"...You said that I know the truth of the matter? Ha, Mr. Wen, why do I not understand what you mean? The truth of the matter is obvious. Will invited him to test the car, but he didn't know what to do. Will's maintenance team was seriously injured and left a very serious psychological shadow on Will, this is the truth of the matter."

"...Since you said that, there is no need for us to continue the conversation. Since you insist that I am framing him, then please show evidence, otherwise, I will never let it go. "

After finishing speaking, Song Yongjun hung up the phone with a click, walked out from behind the desk, and sat in front of Mo Yun.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, to keep you waiting."

Mo Yun smiled and waved his hands: "It's okay, I came here rashly and interrupted your work."

As he spoke, Mo Yun raised his eyes and glanced at Song Yongjun, his smile became a little strange: "If I guessed right, it should be Wen Chenghao who called just now, Mr. Wen?"

"Haha." Song Yongjun laughed and clapped his hands a few times, "As expected, he is a member of the special department. Nothing can escape your eyes. It is indeed Mr. Wen."

"No, no, Mr. Song, you misunderstood. I'm not watching you, but, um... our little colleague has a pretty good relationship with Mr. Wen's daughter, so I just made a guess."

"Haha." Song Yongjun laughed again and waved his hands, "I'm just joking, Mr. Mo, you don't have to be serious."

Immediately afterwards, the smile on Song Yongjun's face disappeared, and he said seriously: "I don't know what business you are here today, Mr. Mo? If you still come to intercede for him, then don't blame Song for serving tea to see off the guests."

The corner of Mo Yun's mouth hooked, he pushed his glasses, took out a small laptop from his briefcase, and opened it.

"No, I'm here to negotiate with Mr. Song."

As he said that, Mo Yun turned on the computer in his hand, clicked on a video file, and turned the computer to Song Yongjun.

"I believe Mr. Song, you must know what this video means."

After taking a look, Song Yongjun's expression changed drastically.

Of course he knew about this video, but he was not in the mood to answer Mo Yun's question at all, he just stared at the laptop with a gloomy face as if dripping water.

Why, why is this video file in his hand?Obviously only the computer in my bedroom has it, and the computer is password-encrypted, and the files are also encrypted. In order to prevent hackers, that computer is not even connected to the Internet at all!

When Song Yongjun knew that the unattractive Gao Cheng was actually related to the special department of the country, he was fully prepared, patrolling 24 hours without stopping, and the computer was directly disconnected from the network at the physical level—that is, commonly known as unplugged. The network cable, and the door of that room only registered the fingerprints of their family of three!

He also knew that maybe the special department would not force him to submit softly, but in secret, they definitely didn't mind doing things that were not suitable for publicity in order to collect evidence.

But even so, this document is still in their hands. How did they do it?
When Song Yongjun was gloomy, Mo Yun was not idle. Whenever those "maintenance personnel" showed their faces, he would control them on the computer, and then a smaller window would pop up next to the video playback window. The window above is the file of these "maintenance personnel", or it is more appropriate to call it a criminal history.

After the video finished playing, Mo Yun crossed his hands, resting his chin, and looked at Song Yongjun with a smile.

"Mr. Song, I believe you and I know the truth of the matter, so we can let go of the rhetoric that our people maliciously injured your son and his maintenance team. Heh, these people must have murdered and set fire. A good hand, but if they are maintenance personnel..."

Mo Yun shrugged.

"Do you feel guilty about that?"

(End of this chapter)