The full-level boss is laid off and re-employed in StarCraft

The boss, who was about to struggle suddenly, was startled, and his eyes were lost in the next second.

Cen Wen put on a mask, walked carefully to the desk to check, and made sure that nothing like a microphone or camera was turned on. He took out a hand-held voice changer, opened the task group to start a voice group chat, and began to ask questions in a leisurely manner.

When the voice group chat is turned on, the group friends will receive mandatory reminders. The people who are still busy on the grass are feeling strange when they hear a question and answer coming from inside. Start screen recording.

"Name."

"Chen Baifa."

"age."

"One hundred and thirty-eight years old."

"Profession."

"The owner of the fish farm."

"Do you know what private work your family is doing?"

"I know that the illegal drugs smuggled in from outside are weighed and packaged in the cold storage before being sold."

"Where is the repacking location?"

"In cold storage."

"Will the cold storage workers cooperate?"

"Give more money and they will."

"The cold storage workers are just beating workers. If you pay more for this kind of illegal thing, are they really willing to do it?"

"The money I gave is indeed enough, and those who dare to promise are not good people themselves."

"Is there anyone else in your family who knows and participates in this matter?"

"My children don't know about it, but my wife does. She uses her wife's circle to find her next family."

"No, the temperament of the people in my wife's circle is not the same as that of the next seller who actually shipped the goods."

"All the workers are agents, and the boss behind the scenes is clean from head to toe, and won't do this dirty work."

"If you think this job is dirty, why don't you think money is dirty?"

"The money will be laundered before it goes into the pockets of the bosses."

"sharp."

Cen Wen rolled his eyes, and had to admire that rich people can really avoid risks.

But can it really be avoided?

"Give me all the lists of the next family in the hands of your husband and wife."

"I don't have it, it's in my wife's hands."

"Then what are you responsible for?"

"I am responsible for receiving and delivering goods, and my wife is responsible for finding buyers and maintaining customer relationships."

"Very good, the husband and wife have a clear division of labor, and continue to maintain it."

"I will."

"How did you contact the seller? When is the next delivery?"

"The next delivery will be around the fifteenth of next month."

"Around the 15th? Does the date fluctuate?"

"It's hard to say the voyage of the spacecraft. I don't know which spacecraft will catch up. The aircraft will also take a lot of risk when entering the atmosphere, so the exact date will fluctuate for a few days."

"What if the delivery is delayed for many days? For example, more than a week?"

"That's probably because the last family was taken. This line is over, and the business is also over."

"You guys are used to making this kind of money, are you really willing to end this way of making huge profits?"

"No, but as long as my next family is still safe, it won't take long for a new family to contact me to restart the business. I just have to wait for their arrival. The difference is at most a different breed."

"With so much experience, how many times have you changed?"

"two."

"How long have you been in the business?"

"Eighteen years."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation. I'm done asking. Rest and have a good dream." Cen Wen turned off the group chat voice before finishing the last sentence to the host, "When you wake up, you won't remember this conversation. gone."

The little purple flower of the little rattan drooped and withered after completing its mission, and Chen Baifa lay quietly on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

One owner and one pet moved to the beauty salon, and asked Mrs. Chen to get the list.

Like her husband, Mrs. Chen lying on the beauty bed with her hands and feet wrapped in massage airbags had no idea that a stranger was coming beside her. The little rattan pinned the same little purple flower to the tip of her nose.

Cen Wen took the voice changer and turned on the voice of the group chat.

"Is that Chen Baifa's wife?"

"Yes."

"What is your name?"

"Millie."

"Do you know what private work your cold storage is doing?"

"I know, the illegal drugs smuggled in are re-weighted and packaged for sale."

"Who owns the buyer's list?"

"in my possession."

"Why do you have the buyer's list?"

"I'm in charge of finding buyers in my wife's circle, so the list is in my hands."

"But after a long time of business, your husband will know the names of all the buyers."

"The people who came to pick up the goods are all agents. It doesn't matter if my husband finds out. It just shows that our husband and wife are honest, but my husband doesn't know the real boss list behind the agent."

"Where is the list? Give it to me."

Millie moved a few times, but she was lying on the beauty bed with her arms and legs covered, and she couldn't get up at all.

"Turn off the instrument and give me the list first."

Millie turned off the machine with a voice, got out of bed and went to the makeup table, opened the drawer, took out a large box of eyeshadow palettes with several colors used, picked up the entire palette, and pressed a thin piece of paper underneath.

It is a list, with first and last names, phone numbers and social accounts, and home and business addresses.

Cen Wen changed the voice of the group chat into a video of the group chat, and the camera pointed at the list. Everyone in the group took screenshots and saved them, and then typed to tell her that it was done, so she changed the video back to voice.

"Okay, put the list back where it was, and lie back and continue the massage."

Millie returned to the beauty bed as if she was sleepwalking, put the massage airbags on her arms and legs again, and turned on the device with her voice.

Cen Wen turned off the group chat voice, and left a last sentence for Millie.

"Sleep well and wake up with no memory of this conversation."

Then, she typed in the group.

【What else do you want me to do? 】

[No need, the existing clues are enough to send someone to guard here. 】

[Okay, hand over, I will take the team members back tomorrow, and come back to me when we have to act next month. 】

【good! Tomorrow I will send someone to drive you to the airport. 】

【Okay, thank you. 】

The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, and subconsciously felt that the arrest operation next month would go smoothly with Cen Wen around.

Cen Wen first teleported back to the hotel and waited. More than an hour later, the team members came back, and the five met in the team leader's room to book a noon flight.

Early the next morning, the driver drove them off.

The distance is really not close. It takes three hours to drive from the town to the airport, and it didn't take long to catch up with the security check after arriving.

It was evening when we returned to Dufeng City, Cen Wen called a high-end taxi, and the five of them returned to the town comfortably.

The task has not been fully completed, and there will be another trip next month. The team leader and the others will be responsible for the follow-up series of reports, and the action team will also issue a document to the school. In short, Cen Wen throws away the shopkeeper for these paperwork. She worries.

The only thing she has to worry about is that now in September and October, the exam month, she will be promoted to the fourth level of supernatural powers, so there is no conflict in the days.

Thinking of this, she mentioned it in the undisbanded task group, and got a bit of reassuring news.