He was so shocked that he couldn’t recover for a long time.
Just then, the doorbell rang again and a middle-aged man with a pocky face broke in. Ma Lian dragged an extra-large trolley box with seven million yuan in it. RMB. Ma Lian also came to make donations anonymously, looking nervous and anxious. After emptying the trolley box, Ma Lian let out a long sigh of relief, then he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and rushed away.
Three weird donors came one after another, plus the huge sum of 10 million yuan, Chairman Zhou was completely stupid. He pinched hard on his thigh, it hurts! It seems that I am not dreaming.
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Chairman Zhou could not understand the intention of the three donors, but he knew exactly what ten million yuan meant. Through the bundles of colorful banknotes, Chairman Zhou seemed to see villas, famous cars, and beautiful beauties…
The next day he went to work, Chairman Zhou didn’t hand it over That ten million yuan. He quietly waited and watched with the mentality of Doing Xing, wanting to see how the short fat, thin and pocky face reacted.
I waited nervously for a few days, but nothing happened. Next week, the chairman became bolder and decided to withhold the huge donation quietly. But after all, with a guilty conscience, Chairman Zhou didn’t dare to touch this ten million yuan at first. About half a year later, it was still calm. President Zhou felt safe, so he started to buy a car, buy a house, and take care of his mistress…
This huge sum of money delivered to the door made President Zhou live a life full of drinks, don’t mention it. Happy.
One evening, President Zhou got drunk at his mistress and had a car accident while driving home. When the ambulance arrived, he was dead. President Zhou’s soul slowly rose from the corpse, and moved forward wavy. Floating to an uninhabited place, two ghosts, Niutou and Mamian, came to face each other. They shook the iron chain in their hands and locked the Zhouhui.
Chairman Zhou was taken aback and asked hurriedly: “You guys, why do you lock me?”
Bull head said: “You guy, I was ignorant of my conscience when I was a human, and now I’m going to take you to the underworld for trial!” As he said, the bull’s head and the horse’s face pulled on a straight chain, dragging President Zhou into the ground like a dead dog.
I don’t know how long it took, they came to the gloomy underworld like clouds and mist. The court hall is located at the end of a long corridor. On both sides of the corridor are horrible torture rooms. Some torture rooms are set with boiling oil pans, and some are burning red irons. Many ghosts with disheveled and naked bodies are struggling and crying in them. A scorching smell of flesh fills the long and narrow corridors. Chairman Zhou was so frightened that he would not be able to move a step if he hadn’t been led by two ghosts.