In a certain room of Xileng Seal Society, there was a knock on the door from behind Wu Xie, but Wu Xie ignored it. The person who opened the door was Wang Meng, holding a bag of fried buns in his hand. "Boss, you've been here all night, but you're still here. Fortunately, I brought breakfast. I bought whatever I saw on the roadside, so just order it."
"It won't be a matter of a day or two for me to make do with you. If you have nothing to do, go out. If something happens, just close the door and don't let the light in."
"Oh..." Wang Meng responded lazily, closed the door, and the darkroom returned to its original dark red state. Wang Meng leaned against the wall and watched Wu Xie developing photos. Some good ones were already hanging up. He said coolly: "Boss, when did you become so powerful? You can even do this?"
"Those of us who are doing big business always have to compile a few product catalogs. We can do our own accounting or circulate them in the circle, but they are always open tools. It is not good to take them out all the time. People may become suspicious. Lei Zi will come to the door the next day."
"Really?" Wang Meng looked at the photos that had been developed on the rope. No matter how you look at it, almost all of the photos are taken by Brother Zhang. This kind of photo-shooting also has content in the frame. It is really obscene. The rest are at most a few photos of Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling and Fatty Wang. There is no so-called bright weapon at all.
"Boss, your reason is too far-fetched, isn't it?"