Volume 1: Dance of the Black Dragon Chapter 37 Murphy's Plan
When he got home, Murphy immediately took out a bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator and took a big gulp.
Feeling the cold liquid flowing in my stomach, my trembling hands finally calmed down.
He took a deep breath, sat on the sofa and began to review what happened tonight.
This night was really a bit crazy.
The first thing he considered was Wang Ziheng's matter.
Was Wang Ziheng frightened? No doubt.
Will he call the police? Most likely not. I didn't really do anything to him, but I was the one who got hurt. If I really go to the police, it will be hard to tell who is right and who is wrong.
But will Wang Ziheng accept the proposal he proposed? Murphy is pessimistic about this. The other party seems to be submissive on the surface, but everything is based on the environment in which he has absolute control. If he waits for the other party to come to his senses, will he still accept such an agreement?
Even if he wanted to threaten with force, it would only be effective if he could threaten the other party. He had been able to succeed before entirely because of surprise. The other party probably didn't expect him to be so crazy. In fact, he himself didn't expect it either.
But now that the other party is on guard, it will not be so easy to threaten his life. By then, Wang Ziheng only needs to call a few security guards to protect him, and then talk to me. I will be completely helpless. If I really dare to take action at that time, whether I succeed or fail, I will be sent to the police station. A charge of attempted murder is enough to put me in jail for several years.
He sighed, feeling rather pessimistic about what would happen tomorrow.
What made him feel even more desperate was the appearance of the Black Dragon. Originally he still held out a glimmer of hope, thinking that the Black Dragon might be his plug-in, a golden finger bestowed upon him by God, but from several attempts tonight, it seemed that this was not the case at all.
This thing wants to kill me and take my body. Murphy was frightened when he recalled the feeling of being strangled by the black dragon. That thing was too weird. It might be an illusion or subconscious, but the feeling of suffocation could not be faked.
Thinking of this, he looked at the window glasses around him with some fear, and finally simply pulled all the curtains, only then did he feel a little safer.
He continued to think.
It would be good if Wang Ziheng could really pay according to today's agreement. Not only could he get rid of the big trouble of Murphys, but he could also earn some resettlement money and successfully get out of the company.
But can things really go so smoothly? Murphy doesn't dare to bet.
(Why not just give them the account? Even if there is not 10 million, I will go crazy if I continue playing with it.)
But Murphy rejected this idea immediately. This was the result of half a year's hard work and the greatest wealth he had accumulated in his life. He could not just give it away like that. Even if the black dragon was a disaster, it was his own disaster.
Ten million, not a word less!
But what should we do if Wang Ziheng refuses to pay?
Murphy had to start preparing for the worst for tomorrow .
He listed on paper the difficulties he faced and the goals he wanted to achieve.
difficulty:
1. Wang Ziheng’s contract trap.
2. The gaming helmet bound to the account is in the hands of the company. If the negotiations really fail, the company will not be able to get the gaming character, and it will be difficult for you to get it too.
3. The threat posed by the black dragon to his life.
Target:
1. Get as much return as possible, preferably 10 million or more.
2. Get rid of the threat of the black dragon.
3. Successfully escape from Xingyao Company.
Murphy scratched his head as he looked at the contents on the paper. There were too many difficulties and the goals were too big. It would be useless to just work hard.
But what else can I do besides fighting for my life? I am just an ordinary person, and my only specialty is probably playing games. It would be nice if I could use the power of the black dragon in reality, but unfortunately I can only think about it.
Murphy thought about it, and suddenly stood up - "Ancient Black Dragon - Transform!"
As expected, nothing happened. He smiled self-deprecatingly and sat back on the sofa. Unfortunately, the game was just a game after all...
No! Murphy suddenly thought of something and stood up. If he was playing those ordinary games in the past, he could only leave it to fate. But the Sky World is not an ordinary game. Maybe he can do this... this... and this again !
A plan quickly took shape in his mind. He took another look at the difficulties and goals listed on the paper. He continued to deduct and plan. The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. That's right, that's it. Hahahaha, I'm a fucking genius!
Murphy suddenly understood.
Wang Ziheng, Wang Ziheng, don’t you just want my game account? What’s wrong with giving it to you? It’s true that I can’t beat you in the capital game, but when it comes to playing the Sky World, that’s my home court!
Morpheus, oh Morpheus, you want to mess with me, right? I'll let you know who the fucking boss is. You want me to die, let's see who dies first!
Murphy made up his mind, picked up his phone and quickly dialed a number.
"Hey, is Shadow there?"
"Yes, Brother Long, why did you change your mind? I told you that the previous buyer raised the price again. The Dragon Slaying Sword and the Flame Demon Scepter are a package for 3.5 million. I think that's enough. Just sell it."
"Five million is the price. Tell them if they want it, they can take it. If they don't want it, I'll put it up for auction for five million. But that's just one of the reasons. I have another task for you. If you do it well, you'll have enough to live on for the rest of your life. But it takes some courage and acting skills to do this. What do you think? Are you confident?"
"Don't worry, Brother Long. Don't you trust me to do things? We have been working together for such a long time and have never let you down. Tell me what you need me to do."
"The plan is a little complicated. I'll tell you in detail later. Please drive your car to pick me up tomorrow. I need you to help me with something."
The next day at noon, Murphy came to Xingyao Company again. As soon as he entered the company's door, he felt that the atmosphere of the company was a little bit wrong.
As soon as the front desk saw him, they asked him to report to his supervisor's office. Along the way, the anchors he knew winked at him.
Murphy did not go to the office, but went to his live broadcast room first. As expected, the door was locked. It seemed that the company had begun to guard against him.
Murphy was not surprised. He turned and walked into the supervisor's office, but found that Wang Ziheng was not there. The supervisor was sitting upright on the sofa beside him. Sitting behind the desk was a middle-aged man in his thirties. The man wore gold-rimmed glasses, which were well maintained. He looked very sophisticated. He was playing with a pen at this time and nodded slightly when he saw him come in.
There were several security guards standing nearby, and their attitude of facing a formidable enemy made Murphy sigh.
Well, it seems that the thing I was most worried about has happened.
"Please sit down." The middle-aged man said, pushing a document in front of Murphy and handing him a pen.
