Chapter 111

The technical director is Du Qiang. He is about in his early 40s. He has a goatee and glasses. He looks more like an artist.

When Yang Xuan found him, he was lying on his dormitory bed playing games with his mobile phone.

"Middle road, Middle Road, wocao Middle Road, what's the matter, guard the tower!" Du Qiang yelled.

Yang Xuan looked around the room. There were two cans of beer, stewed chicken feet and peanuts on the table. Du Qiang was naked, wearing a red underpants and his legs folded together.

"You've had a good time." Yang Xuan smiled faintly.

Du Qiang glanced sideways. "Who are you? Who let you into my room? Get out!"

Yang Xuan said with a smile, "my surname is Yang. I'm the supervisor sent by the company."

"The supervisor doesn't go to the construction site. What are you doing here? This is a private space. Go out clean!"

Du Qiang said impatiently.

One side of Zhou a Bao's mouth slightly smoked. Just ready to attack, Yang Xuan raised his hand and continued to smile, "I just heard manager Cao say that recently, because of your negative attitude at work and some technical mistakes, the construction period has been seriously delayed, right?"

"Fart!"

Du Qiang put down his cell phone and scolded, "that Cao knows a fart. Who's slacking off? I'm not feeling well these days and need a rest. Besides, who dares to guarantee that things on the technical level are 100% correct? Who doesn't make some small mistakes? If you think I can't, change people!"

"Well, you have a point."

Yang Xuan had expected that the other party would have this attitude. He still smiled, "but the construction period can't be delayed, but you happen to be uncomfortable. What should I do?"

Du Qiang snorted coldly, "you ask me, I ask who to go? Get out of here and don't affect my rest."

Yang Xuan gently touched his chin. "Well, I just know some medical skills. Why don't I take a look for you? Maybe I can cure your disease?"

Du Qiang was stunned and immediately became interested. "Hehe, can you still treat diseases? That's OK. You can help me see. I also want to know what's wrong with me."

Said, also took the initiative to stretch out his hand, "according to the process, is it time to feel the pulse?"

Yang Xuan shook his head and said, "I don't need to take a pulse. I just need to observe your look."

Then Youmo stared at each other and said, "your disease is special, but I have a way to cure you immediately."

"Hehe, you should talk about it."

Du Qiang said with great interest.

Yang Xuan thought and said, "but the treatment method is special. Please go somewhere with me."

"Where?"

"Just follow me."

Yang Xuan said with a smile, "I'm the supervisor sent by the top. Of course, I can't pretend not to see anything. Please cooperate, otherwise I can't explain with the top."

Du Qiang was stunned and said with a smile, "OK, I'll go with you. Everyone knows and understands!"

Then he began to get up and dress. The reason why he cooperated so much was that he thought Yang Xuan was just coming for a show.

Several supervisors have been sent from the top before. Everyone has a bad nose here. I think the one who came today doesn't want to make trouble for himself. He just wants to go through the motions.

"Where are you taking me?"

Du Qiang followed Yang Xuan to a new building. Yang Xuan opened the door of the temporary elevator and said with a smile, "the roof, the air there is good, which is conducive to treatment."

Du Qiang was stunned, and then he was happy. "You're quite capable of something. OK, I'll go up with you to get some air."

At the rooftop, Yang Xuan stood on the edge, bent down and looked down, and asked, "if you fall from here, can you kill people?"

Du Qiang said with a smile, "nonsense, more than thirty floors, what do you say?"

Yang Xuan smiled, "that's good. Now let's start treatment."

Du Qiang felt more and more interesting. He stood up and said, "you're quite good at doing things. Do a play and do a full set. OK, OK, I'll cooperate with you and how to treat it. You can say it."

"It's simple."

Zhou a Bao next to Yang Xuanchong said faintly, "throw him down."

Du Qiang was stunned. "What do you want?"

Zhou a Bao walked over with a few people grinning grimly, squinting and laughing, "of course I'm treating you."

With that, several people worked together to lift Du Qiang up, and then walked towards the edge of the roof.

Du Qiang screamed, "what do you want, put me down, don't... don't..."

Zhou a Bao is not an ordinary person. He didn't know how much blood he had on his hands. It's not the first time to throw people off the roof. He seems familiar with the road.

Carrying Du Qiang to the edge, he said loudly, "throw it!"

The voice fell, and several people threw Du Qiang out together.

"Ah --"

Du Qiang's body flew in the air and then fell down at a high speed. He was so frightened that he gave a scream.

Just as the body fell about five or six meters, I felt that my ankle was grabbed by a strong force, and the whole body hung upside down on the curtain wall.

It turned out that Zhou a Bao knew Yang Xuan's mind very well. When he carried Du Qiang over just now, he quietly hung a rope on each other's ankle.

"Well, are you better now?"

Yang Xuan squatted on the edge of the roof and smiled.

"What are you doing? Pull me up... You son of a bitch!"

Du Qiang hung upside down and swayed under him. The fear could not be described in words.

"Well, it seems that you haven't been cured yet. You have to add some heat."

With that, Yang Xuan took out his lighter, lit it with a bang, and then moved the flame to the bottom of the rope to bake.

Zhou a Bao on one side laughed and joked, "brother Yang, you are three true fire. You can cure all diseases!"

Du Qiang's face turned white. "What the fuck are you doing? Stop, stop!"

Yang Xuan said with a faint smile, "it seems that the quality of the safety rope is good. It's all right. Bake it for a while until you get better."

"I'm well, all well!"

Du Qiang screamed and even his crotch was wet.

"How nice?" Yang Xuan asked with a smile.

"All right, all right, stop!"

Because of his great fear, Du Qiang howled and cried.

Yang Xuan motioned to Zhou a Bao and hurriedly dragged Du Qiang up.

Du Qiang's whole body has collapsed into a pool of mud, his face is pale, his crotch is wet, and he exudes a pungent smell.

"Fuck, I have no fucking seed!"

Zhou a Bao muttered, "brother Yang, just kill this waste."

"Don't... don't... I'm wrong, I'm wrong!"

At this moment, Du Qiang realized that these people were not bluff counsellors, but really dared to throw him down from upstairs.

"Will you get sick in the future?" Yang Xuan asked.

"No, no, not in my life!"

"Well, that's good."

Yang Xuan nodded and said with a smile, "it seems that my medical skills are OK, but if you get sick again in the future, I still have a better treatment. I guarantee your satisfaction."

Then he turned and left with a smile, leaving Du Qiang, who had already been paralyzed into mud, shivering on the roof.