Chapter 365 Southern Suburbs
Wen Lan was wearing a brand-name knitted dress that Xie Yansheng had given her. Even though the fat black man used a lot of strength, he only tore the collar a little, and did not expose Wen Lan.
The other man had already smiled obscenely, put his hands on Wen Lan's shoulders, and pinched them hard.
Wen Lan screamed in pain and had to change her strategy, "You just want the video, I'll give it to you!"
"Where is the video?" The fat black man grabbed Wen Lan's neck and pressed her firmly against the back of the chair.
"Here--" She was having difficulty breathing and her cheeks flushed.
Sister Song winked at the fat black man, who let Wen Lan go and shouted, "Hand over the video quickly, otherwise Miss Wen will be on the headlines of Jiangcheng tomorrow!"
Wen Lan coughed, and her mind turned quickly as she rubbed her neck with one hand.
One of her hands was handcuffed to the chair, and she couldn't run away anyway. The most urgent thing was to delay time and seek self-protection.
Admitting that there was a video was her first step to protect herself.
"Miss Wen, you can't leave here if you don't show us the video today." Sister Song turned around slowly and suddenly reached out to pull down a piece of black cloth from the corner.
Wen Lan saw a camera that had been prepared in the corner, and her heart skipped a beat.
"Hand over the video obediently, delete all the backups, and this matter will be over. Otherwise, we will have to shoot a sexy blockbuster for Miss Wen." Sister Song's sinister eyes turned back and forth, "Two men and one woman, it's exciting to think about it."
Wen Lan was stunned for a moment, and slowly told the lie that she had thought about it for a long time, "There is only one copy of the video, and I saved it on my laptop."
"Where is the computer?" Sister Song and the other two asked in unison.
"In TT Studio, on my desk." Wen Lan wanted to say that it was in Shuyuan Mansion, but felt that if they really went to get the computer, the bustling downtown area would definitely have a higher chance of being exposed than the average community.
"Now the whole TT has gone off work, the key to the studio is in the hands of the security guard. If you want the video, you can only wait until tomorrow morning, when TT opens for business."
The two men immediately ran out of ideas and looked at Sister Song inquiringly.
Sister Song narrowed her eyes and stared at Wen Lan, "I can't wait any longer, so please ask Miss Wen to find a reliable colleague to deliver the computer to National Highway 260 in the southern suburbs."
Wen Lan only realized that she was most likely in the southern mountainous area when she heard "Southern Suburbs".
Sister Song handed Wen Lan's mobile phone to her. Wen Lan decided to delay time, so she found a colleague who was used to turning off the phone after get off work and called.
After calling twice in a row, the other party did not answer.
"This is one of my best colleagues. She won't answer my call, and other colleagues will not come to the suburbs to deliver the computer to me. Let's wait until tomorrow morning." Wen Lan pretended to be disappointed.
Sister Song grabbed Wen Lan's long hair and pulled it back. Wen Lan's eyes were red with pain.
"Zhou Qiao is in the hospital, and you are now the person in charge of TT. I don't believe that I can't find someone to deliver a computer to you." The fat black man raised his hand and hit Wen Lan in the face!
"Don't!" Wen Lan shouted, "I'll call another colleague right away!"
The fat black man withdrew his hand in time, but the palm he threw out still brushed Wen Lan's hair.
Wen Lan's fingers trembled, and under the stare of three people and six eyes, she slowly flipped through her address book.
Before dialing Xie Yansheng's trumpet number, her thoughts were swirling, but after thinking for a while, she still dialed it.
Sister Song was careful and turned on the hands-free function for her.
When the call was connected, Wen Lan spoke first, "Xiao Lin, this is Designer Wen! Help me get my laptop from the studio and send it to Nanjiao!"
Xie Yansheng on the other end realized something was wrong when he heard the first sentence, and asked anxiously: "Tell me more details, where is Nanjiao?"
"Nanjiao--" Wen Lan looked at Sister Song's mouth shape and said meaningfully, "The entrance of National Highway 260."
"When did Designer Wen go to Nanjiao?" Xie Yansheng tried to get her to say, "What do you need a computer for late at night?"
"After get off work, I came to Nanjiao with three clients--" Wen Lan said this, and Sister Song pulled her hair.
She resisted the headache and changed the subject, raising her voice, "Xiao Lin, why are you talking so much today! Hurry up and get my laptop from TT--"
"Stop wasting time, talking too much nonsense!" Before she could finish, Sister Song reached out to end the call for her and snatched her phone away.
"Sister Song, my colleague is very reliable, but his driving skills are a bit poor. It may take an hour to drive for 450 minutes." Wen Lan looked at Sister Song flatteringly.
At this time, Xie Yansheng is very likely still in Beijing, and she wants to buy more time for Xie Yansheng to save her.
"Then wait." Sister Song frowned, and the flesh on her cheeks was very hideous.
Sister Song is white and fat. At first glance, she looks kind and harmless, but every time she speaks, she has an unknown fierceness.
Wen Lan knows that Xie Yansheng must be planning to save her now. She has to delay time and find a chance to get out as soon as possible!
The black fat man kept shaking his fierce eyes on Wen Lan and pursed his lips at Sister Song.
Sister Song immediately understood, glanced at the skinny man beside her and warned, "Sanhouer, you must keep an eye on Miss Wen."
"Don't worry, Sister Song." The man called Sanhouer nodded and bowed to see the two out of the warehouse.
They were now in a remote town in the southern suburbs. Due to the bumpy terrain, flooding often occurred in the summer. In the past two years, all the people in the town had moved elsewhere.
The nearest inhabited village to the town is more than 30 kilometers away, so they took Wen Lan to this place where no one is around!
Coming out of the warehouse with a musty smell, the fat black man got to the point, "Since we can't leave anyone alive anyway, we might as well make a fortune before sending the woman surnamed Wen to see the King of Hell!"
"You think the money Miss Cheng gave you is too little, Heizi?" Sister Song took out a cigarette and lit it, blowing smoke rings slowly.
"Sister Song, you and Sanhou'er can feed the whole family. I not only have to plan for myself, but also leave money for my 70-year-old mother." Heizi leaned against an old tree, "My son will take the high school entrance examination in three months. He has good grades. The teacher said that as long as he performs normally, it will not be a problem for him to enter the key high school in the city."
"So, you want to save more money for your son?" Sister Song handed him a cigarette.
He lit up Sister Song's cigarette and took a few deep puffs. "I already have two lives on my hands. Sooner or later, they will die. Before I die, I want to provide my son with food and clothing. If he lives a good life, he can focus on his studies and never follow my path!"
"What do you want?" Sister Song asked.
He swallowed his saliva, "I'll do it once and for all. Before I deal with the woman surnamed Wen, I'll give Xie Yansheng and Jiang Jingci a good beating!"