Chapter 123
Yangcheng Financial Center Building, fifty-eight floors, total height 174.
The number of working people is nearly 3,000.
Ding Hongjun looked majestic and sat at his desk. He quickly took out a black leather folder from the drawer at hand.
Turning the page... looking carefully at the photos, text, and analysis
…
In this folder, there is a detailed record of Ye Yuan's process of promoting and triggering every accident.
Pencils, balloons and kites, ancient migratory bird trails with thousands of years of history, solvent oil and explosions, text messages.
Before that, the eyes of the God of Death had not fallen on me, and I had never felt such a profound fear.
But for now.
Ding Hongjun was completely immersed in these unexpected events. He felt as if he was in the dark reinforced concrete city in the 1970s and 1980s, being watched by the eyes of death...
The hairs on his arms stood up.
The door was knocked.
The housekeeper in a black suit led the security team into... each piece of equipment was displayed in the huge building.���After checking in the office and confirming that everything was correct, the security team with resolute faces stood motionless at the four corners of the office.
Ding Hongjun and Qian Wanhai were sitting in the center of the room, surrounded by space and not leaning against the walls.
There are no lights or cables above the head.
"The news has been sent out..."
The gray-haired housekeeper walked to Ding Hongjun, lowered his voice, leaned close to his ear, and said with squirming lips
"Um…"
"Pay attention to the comfort work"
"Some activities can be arranged and various rewards should be increased."
Ding Hongjun nodded, and after thinking about it for a moment, he answered in a deep voice.
…
There are two reasons for blocking the Financial Center Building.
The first reason is to stay put to reduce possible accidents and changes.
In the eyes of beings like Ding Hongjun, workers who work in CBDs such as the Financial Center Building are the most in control. They are not willing to give up the glorious status they have now, nor are they willing to pay a higher salary level than ordinary people... these Elites are weaker than ordinary people outside the building.
Even if Ding Hongjun unilaterally blocks the building, what will happen?
Of course, this reason is not the main one.
In addition, the more important reason is the second reason.
In the circle in the shadow, no matter what happens, we should try not to involve ordinary people... This is the rule and consensus formed between the light and the light for thousands of years!
In the Financial Center Building, more than 3,000 office workers quietly became Ding Hongzhong’s hostages!
Gaze towards the tube.
Ding Hongjun's eyes flashed with fierce emotions
……
Night has completely fallen.
News after news was passed around like crazy outside the building, among the various circles in Yangcheng.
Countless pairs of eyes stared at the brightly lit financial center building under the dark curtain.
The previous unexpected events did not completely trigger the participation and observation of hidden entities; therefore, this time, the Ding family was half-coerced and pushed into the center of the field of vision.
Time passed bit by bit and nothing happened.
Night, 22:09:36.
Hengke Real Estate Group Building, office on the 58th floor.
Ye Yuan sat down facing the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at another building not far away, and tapped his fingertips on the back of the chair. behind him.
The middle-aged housekeeper Huang Chuan received different intelligence and news from all directions.
He recalled the scene on Christmas Eve, when he was sitting in the car, but he couldn't help himself, being pushed by a big hand; his body was shaking uncontrollably, and his eyes looking at Ye Yuan became more and more fearful, and he bowed…
…
"about there."
Ye Yuan glanced at the path, then raised his wrist, looked at his watch, and said something. Just as he finished speaking.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
In the distance, the brightly lit layers of lights in the financial center building suddenly appeared one after another. Closed! Elevator after elevator
, all stopped in the path, there is a description of this scene:
January 18, 2021. 09:17:20 am, responsible. The work team inspecting the power distribution room of the Financial Center Building has attracted your attention... it is just a small change and maintenance of the power supply system that tends to be safe. When the power load of the entire building exceeds the load, everything will happen.…
… dim lights.....
The central CBD business district suddenly became dark.
On the fifty-eighth floor, there are office floors one after another. Not long ago, the cheerful and playful office workers who were organized were suddenly in a state of fear that they could not see their fingers.
The lights of each mobile phone came on.
Many people have low battery power on their mobile phones.
On the twenty-third floor, the petite and big-eyed manager Du Heyue shrank in front of his work desk with some fear.
She clutched her phone, trying to distract herself.
At this time.
A few days ago, news and hot topics that should be deleted or banned were shared with her by a classmate she was not very familiar with.
Click on the package.
Picture, text
, death
, fear
, pushed by Ding Hongjun and others, events related to Ye Yuan appeared frame by frame and scene by scene.
Millennium Bird Path, Death Migration Road
Explosions and Ubiquitous Accidents
Du Heyue scrolled the page quickly.
She saw the relationship between Ding Ruilong, Ding Hongjun and Qian Wanhai.
One after another, 3.7 goose bumps appeared on my fair arms.
She raised her head and looked into the darkness, only to feel the eyes of death staring at her!
Du Heyue understood that this was the God of Death, targeting Ding Hongjun and others!
…
Shortness of breath.
In the darkness, news spread quickly.
Brewing in the darkness, panic and fear of the unknown quickly surged!
----------------------------------------------------------------- ps: Fourth update, it’s past ten to eleven o’clock in the evening. well.
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