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Song Xiaoran smiled and said nothing.

She was not helping Wang Gensheng, but worried about Zhao Shaokang.

Even if there is a 99% chance that Wang Gensheng can be subdued without any injuries, isn't there still a 1% chance that something unexpected will happen?

Not afraid of ten thousand, just in case!

After all, Wang Gensheng was holding a knife, so it was still dangerous to rush out.

She couldn't bear to let Zhao Shaokang go.

Zhao Shaokang stood there for a moment and realized that Song Xiaoran was concerned about him, so he stopped stepping forward. Instead, he stepped back to Song Xiaoran's side and sat down again.

Song Xiaoran pursed her lips: "Don't be stunned, keep going!"

"I..." Wang Gensheng was stunned, and there was a burst of anger in his heart. If I continued, I really thought I was a monkey, "Song Xiaoran, don't think that I don't dare, don't bully others too much."

Song Xiaoran blinked: "I didn't say you didn't dare. I'm not just waiting to watch the fun."

Wang Gensheng sneered and revealed his trump card: "Don't think I don't know. You have just established a new company and are preparing to take over the department store and redevelop it! I saw blood in front of your office today, and it will be reported in the newspaper tomorrow. I see you are still talking about business like this, and sometimes you cry."

Song Xiaoran scratched his head: "Didn't you see blood? What do we have to cry about?"

Wang Gensheng was speechless for a moment.

Song Xiaoran continued: "Don't blame me for not reminding you. Don't think that you can just prick your thighs because they have a lot of meat. There are aorta there. If you don't stop the bleeding after pricking, you will go into shock in 7 minutes and 23 seconds. 16 minutes and 31 seconds." You'll be there in seconds."

This data was just nonsense. She just wanted to give Wang Gensheng a precise data to appear more rigorous and make him believe it more.

Sure enough, Wang Gensheng's hands trembled slightly and he subconsciously shrank back two inches.

Zhao Shaokang looked at Song Xiaoran in confusion, wondering where did you get such accurate data. Seeing Song Xiaoran's serious face, he couldn't help but put aside his doubts and believed it to be true.

Song Xiaoran spread his hands and sounded very sincere: "To be honest, if you are really cruel enough to stab yourself, you must be prepared to die.

Because we will definitely not call the emergency number to save you. We will sit here, watch your blood drain away bit by bit, and wait until you lose consciousness and call the emergency call.

It's a scandal anyway, and it makes no difference to us whether you're injured or dead. No, to be precise, you are dead for a hundred years, but it is better to be injured once and for all than to keep blackmailing us. "

Wang Gensheng:......

Song Xiaoran's expression was innocent.

Her tone was calm and sincere.

However, what she said made Wang Gensheng feel cold and numb all over.

"Are you feeling a little cold now? A little numb?" Song Xiaoran looked at Wang Gensheng with a smile and said,

"If you really dig in, you will feel colder and number, and your body will become heavier and heavier. Your breathing will become difficult, and your vision will start to blur. Past Fragments flash through your mind like a revolving lantern. Who do you think of? Your parents? Or your wife and children? Your sister?"

Wang Gensheng:......

What kind of trouble are you trying to make!

devil! devil! This woman is truly a devil!

Anyone who can get together with Zhao Shaokang is indeed a pervert.

Wang Gensheng was really on the verge of crying, and the hand holding the dagger dropped to the side. Song Xiaoran nodded with satisfaction, as if a kindergarten teacher had finally learned well from a naughty child:

"That's right! Is there anything we can't talk about! If something happens to you, for us, the loss will be reputation and business, and for you, it will be a life. When can we not do business? You only have one life.”

Wang Gensheng stood there blankly, hesitating a little.

When Zhao Shaokang saw this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Song Xiaoran disintegrated Wang Gensheng's will to fight to the death with just a few words. He was better than himself.

Song Xiaoran sighed: "You are also a person after all. Not to mention you are Zhao Shaokang's teacher, at least you are also his former big brother. In fact, I have always wanted to meet you. But I didn't expect that you would seek death and life after meeting. Really, meeting someone is not as good as being famous.”

Song Xiaoran's words were first praised and then denounced. Wang Gensheng blushed and felt sad in his heart:

I am not forced to the point of desperation by your man.

Seeing that he was completely shaken, Song Xiaoran pointed to the seat in front of him: "Put down the knife and sit down calmly. Make your demands clear and let's have a good talk."

Zhao Shaokang patted the money bag on the table: "It's not like we can't talk about it."

Wang Gensheng hesitated for a while, and finally put the dagger back into his pocket.

Zhao Shaokang pointed to the corner: "Throw it there."

Wang Gensheng frowned, feeling offended. But since I decided not to use the knife, I might as well just do it.

He took the knife out again and threw it into the corner.

After thinking about it, he even took off his coat and threw it on the spot.

Wang Gensheng showed the two of them, indicating that he had no other weapons, then walked over, sat down on the chair, and subconsciously took out a cigarette: "Tell me, how to divide the money!"

Zhao Shaokang shook his finger: "Bald head, smoking is not allowed in the office."

Wang Gensheng, who was lighting a cigarette, looked blank and his hands stopped where they were.

Song Xiaoran smiled and said: "Smoke, smoke, don't blame those who don't know. Brother Wang, how do you divide the money well?"

This call from Brother Wang gave Wang Gensheng the face he had not had for a long time in front of Zhao Shaokang.

He put away the cigarette, and because of Song Xiaoran's reputation as "Brother Wang", he made a concession: "I won't talk nonsense, let's give it a 50-50!"

Zhao Shaokang sneered: "You think about 55 cents of my money? Where do you get your face?"

Wang Gensheng slapped the table and stood up: "Your money is all spent on Song Zijie. Ask him for as much as you want! This is what I worked so hard to blackmail. We can't even share it equally. Do you want to talk about it?"

Zhao Shaokang folded his arms and looked up at Wang Gensheng, with a hint of provocation in his calm expression.

Seeing that the two of them were getting angry again, Song Xiaoran tried to persuade them: "Can't we talk about it! Why are you so surprised!"

"Okay! I'll give my younger siblings some face!" Wang Gensheng gave himself a step and sat down.

Song Xiaoran nodded and said, "You really have worked hard to get this money back!"

Wang Gensheng's face looked much better, and his impression of Song Xiaoran rose again.

Song Xiaoran smiled and changed the subject: "But, 55 cents is unreasonable. Let's not mention who the money belongs to. Let's just talk about kindness. Did we save you and Song Zijie and help you solve the lawsuit? .How much should this amount be?”

Wang Gensheng gritted his teeth: "You are not here for me, so 46. You 6, we 4."