Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

Billions in chips were exchanged for cash and transferred into Song Yun's account.

After going downstairs, he found Ouyang Jie, who was shamelessly sitting in front of a slot machine, endlessly feeding it coins.

Watching over a thousand coins go in without any payout, his fingers had turned black.

Song Yun approached with a smile and asked, "Any luck?"

"Yes, quite a bit. Let's talk once we're outside."

Ouyang Jie didn't even look up as he spoke in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Song Yun's eyes lit up. He immediately called over Huo Feng and a few others. As for the three female companions, Song Yun casually gave each of them a hundred thousand and sent them on their way.

Even then, the three girls watched Song Yun with reluctance. After all, they had met many men, but only this handsome and wealthy man in front of them was straightforward when it came to payment.

Besides, given Song Yun's looks, the three women would be willing to get involved with him even if they weren't paid.

Watching the three women take three steps and look back, Huo Feng said indifferently on the side, "Mr. Song truly is a playboy. Just a few days with any woman, and she will think of you for a lifetime. I really admire that skill!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yun gave her a strange look. I didn't take advantage of you, and I have no intention of developing a romantic relationship with you. Who are you showing that stern face to!

But no matter what, Mr. Song was a man who values and pities the fairer sex; he would never stoop to arguing with a woman!

"Ouyang, where's the 'harvest' you mentioned?"

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Song Yun quickly changed the subject and asked.

Ouyang Jie gestured to everyone, and the group slowly made their way into an alley.

Not far from the casino, "Black Bro" was sitting inside a van, watching Song Yun's back with predatory eyes.

This kid obviously wasn't a local, and he probably had no connections with the local bigwigs, so "Black Bro" became increasingly relaxed about what was to come.

If they weren't local snakes, even if they were powerful outsiders, they would still lose a layer of skin in his territory; otherwise, he wouldn't call himself "Black Bro."

In the alley, the group looked at the man slumped inside a trash can, deep in a drunken slumber. Song Yun gave Ouyang Jie a meaningful glance.

Ouyang Jie heaved the man out and, pretending to be an old friend, dragged him along while muttering, "I told you not to drink because you can't hold your liquor, but you kept insisting on bottoming up. Damn it! Now I have to carry you back!"

Honestly, because the alley led to some special clubs, there was a fair amount of traffic, and passerby didn't take much notice of Ouyang Jie's grumbling.

The intoxicating nightlife was just beginning. Instead of watching a dead drunk, it made more sense to hurry along in case someone else snagged the girl of their dreams.

In this way, they returned to the hotel without incident.

Song Yun tied the middle-aged man to a table and snatched a silver needle from nearby, fiercely jabbing it into an acupuncture point on the man's forehead.

The middle-aged man shuddered violently and slowly opened his eyes, groggy and confused.

As he came to his senses and took in his surroundings, he knew he couldn't escape his fate!

But he wasn't just anybody; if he didn't return home on time, his subordinates would conduct a city-wide search, so all he had to do was bide his time.

"Where is this? What do you all want? If it's money, I can call my family. If you want my life, at least let me die knowing why!"

The middle-aged man looked at Song Yun, his eyes filled with fear.

Song Yun, however, brought over another chair, sat opposite him, and lit two cigarettes, putting one in the man's mouth.

After all that was done, Song Yun revealed a harmless smile and said, "We're all adults here, so playing dumb won't fool me. You might as well just confess everything about what we're interested in, and I promise you can go home safe and sound afterward."

"Interested in what? Who knows what you're interested in? Could it be a sister? I've got plenty of resources in that area."

The middle-aged man chuckled as he smoked, his tone clearly showing no respect for Song Yun.

Song Yun nodded thoughtfully, since being nice got him nowhere, it was time for the hard approach!

He stood up and left his seat, and Shadow immediately took his place in the chair.

He had plenty of ways to make the dead talk and the living wail in his hands, perfect for someone as stubborn as this!

When Shadow took out his treasured briefcase and opened it, a row of shiny silver tools were displayed in front of everyone.

Only then did the middle-aged man realize that Song Yun and his people meant serious business!

He spat out the cigarette butt that was left in his mouth and quickly said, "I really don't know what you're interested in! Why don't you ask, and I'll definitely tell you if I know!"

"Lithography machine!"

Song Yun threw down three cold words.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's pupils constricted sharply, these people were indeed here for that machine, dammit, if he'd known he would never have taken this job! The pay was good, sure, but you have to be alive to spend it!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Looking at the tough nuts in front of him, he wondered what he should do!

But as he was torn, the face of that young master appeared in his mind, instantly shattering all his thoughts!

If he didn't talk, only he would die, but if he did talk... his entire family would probably suffer unimaginable torture!

"Lithography machine? What's that for? Sounds pretty average to me."

The middle-aged man feigned ignorance, "Is it some kind of advanced printing tool? If you let me go, I can ask around for you."

Watching the man's expressions shift, Song Yun knew there was a tough fight to be had tonight!

He patted Shadow on the shoulder to continue and then retreated to his room to call his wife and assure her of his safety.

It really is true what they say about expensive hotels, their soundproofing is top-notch. Without a doubt, the living room must be filled with wails by now, but not a single sound could be heard in the bedroom, just a wall away.

After sweetly saying goodnight to Ye Qingqing, two hours had already passed.

When Song Yun returned to the living room, he found the middle-aged man slumped weakly in the chair, the air thick with an unpleasant odor.

"Hasn't spoken yet?"

Song Yun asked in surprise.

Shadow had once boasted to him that there was no secret he couldn't extract once he took over.

But it seemed that today might be the first time he had failed!

"This guy... dammit! He's got the toughest bones I've ever seen!"

Shadow cursed to himself, his eyes twitching uncontrollably, struggling to contain his violent urges.

"Relax, if you can't get it out of him, then it's my turn!"

Song Yun said cheerfully after finishing his sentence, and then took several ordinary embroidery needles from the box on the table.