0080 Yes, This Is the Connection of Fate

At midnight, past eleven o'clock, Gap came back from the company exhausted. During this time, he had been dealing with some traces of transactions between the company's accounts and Henghui Group.

Some things were not in the account book, but the money was added in. Some things were in the account book, but the numbers were not right. There was not just one bad account, but many bad accounts.

It was also through this period of arduous work that he suddenly had some vague understanding of some things.

Henghui Group, which was about the same size as the Ristoan Group where he worked, or even larger, suddenly fell into a quagmire. It was definitely not as simple as tax evasion. It might have something to do with Henghui's involvement in foreign capital.

Gap was not sure where this feeling came from. When he started to deal with the company's problems, he was also closely following the news of the Henghui Group's scandal. From his point of view, there was actually no problem with Henghui.

"Maybe I shouldn't think so much...", he said to himself as he drove the car from the main road to the entrance of the community.

These big cases were too far away from him. He couldn't do anything, let alone influence or interfere. He was just curious about this case.

Gap's car was registered in the community. When his car approached the guardhouse, the security guard on duty immediately raised the barrier for him. Gap also forced a smile and said thank you.

In fact, sometimes politeness itself does not come from personal qualities such as upbringing, but to maintain a more positive image of oneself. This can be said to be a kind of hypocrisy of adults, or it can be said to be knowledge that must be mastered to enter society.

In the eyes of Gap and more people like him, just a thank you is enough to make their image better.

Just when he was about to step on the accelerator and drive the car into the road in the community, the security guard seemed to be hesitant to speak, with a strange expression.

People who do digital work are very careful, and those who are not careful can't do this kind of work. Garp's eyebrows moved slightly, and he put his foot back on the accelerator pedal, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Originally, the security guard didn't intend to meddle in other people's business, but Garp was so polite and "respectful" to him, which made it difficult for him not to say some words, but he felt it was not appropriate.

His tangled appearance made Garp even more strange, "If there is anything, please tell me, maybe it is very important to me?" He used "please", which was enough to show his seriousness.

The security guard smiled bitterly and sighed, saying, "I shouldn't be nosy, Mr. Garp, but..." He shook his head, and no one knew what he meant by shaking his head, "Mrs. Vera came back tonight in a young man's car. The man was very handsome..."

At this point, the security guard said what he thought in his heart and stopped. Originally, this kind of thing was forbidden to happen.

Whether it is a mid-range community or a high-end community, the supporting service company does not allow employees to leak or communicate anything related to the owner.

Every year, there are many lawsuits surrounding **. Every employee will receive professional training before taking up the post, but Gap disguised himself well. The security guard on duty today has the innocence that most people at the bottom of society still have. He said something he shouldn't have said.

Gap's face suddenly became ugly. He finally forced a smile and threw a pack of cigarettes out of the window, "Thank you, I asked someone to send her back."

The security guard was relieved, "Is that so? That's good. I almost thought..." He said it with a little embarrassment, and didn't notice Gap's dark face that was about to merge with the surrounding darkness.

After he parked the car, he opened the door with a gloomy face. He never thought there would be any problems with his marriage.

He is young, handsome, has a job that everyone envied, has rich assets, and is about to become a junior partner of the Ristoran Group.

Although he is only a junior partner, he has surpassed most people. He has stepped on a higher level. No woman will leave him, just like those cheap girls in the company.

But he was very angry now. A pet that he regarded as an important embellishment in his life, a decoration to embellish his social integrity, actually gave rise to some unpleasant thoughts.

Any male chauvinist would find it hard to stand it!

He pushed open the door of the guest bedroom. They were still in a cold war and sleeping in separate rooms.

Vera hadn't fallen asleep yet. She turned on the bedside lamp and was reading a book about management. It was bought by Garp before, and she was reading it now.

Women who drink alcohol are like this. They will become more emotional and have a reckless behavior of thinking and doing. Reading books when they are slightly drunk... Is it really useful?

Not necessarily useful, but they will use their "efforts" to move themselves!

The moment the door opened, Garp looked at Vera, and Vera met Garp's gaze. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Garp suddenly said, "Did you drink tonight?"

Vera put down the book in her hand, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Garp was a little angry at this time. He worked hard outside, but this woman was fooling around with other men at night. He had been suppressing his emotions, but some of them still leaked out.

His voice was filled with a hoarse feeling of inexplicable hurt, "You betrayed me!"

There was also a hint of displeasure on Vera's face, "I was just talking about work with a friend, and there are no marks on my butt!"

This sentence instantly calmed Garp down. That day was the biggest shame in his life. He also found a reason to kick the cheap guy who left a few lip marks on his butt out of the company.

There can be some small thoughts in the office, but you shouldn't take these things that can only be kept in the office home, whether you take them home or let others take them home, it's a foul.

In addition, Vera was obviously still drunk at this time, and quarreling would only make the neighbors laugh. The whole community will know what happened here early tomorrow morning, so he rationally chose to shut up.

He pointed at Vera, "It's better to remember that you are married!"

Vera still fought back without showing weakness, "Do you think you remember it?"

Garp felt that his head was exploded. Where did that gentle and obedient wife go?

He turned around and closed the door heavily, took off his clothes and went to the bathroom. He needed to take a shower to calm himself down.

In the bathroom, he saw Vera's change of clothes. After some careful investigation and reasoning, he was somewhat relieved. At least Vera did not betray him.

He just relaxed for less than a minute, and he became unhappy again. This woman actually learned to talk back. It seems that the pampering of her in the past few years made her mistakenly think that this was indulgence. After this period of time is over, he will have a good talk with her.

The next morning, Garp drove away. There were still many account books that needed him to deal with. He didn't have time to waste at home.

Vera woke up from her sleep a little after nine in the morning. Drinking some wine made her have a very good sleep. After taking a bath, she went into the study. She had to find some books related to management to read.

Lynch trusted her so much, and she had to work hard to repay this trust.

Just when she picked a few books and was about to leave, she suddenly found several account books on Garp's desk. Any accountant actually hated this thing, but was very sensitive to it because this was their job.

Vera hesitated for a moment, then walked over to take a look. This was a copy of the original. At the bottom of the account book, there was a line of clear small words printed - Ristoan Company (Group) special account book...

At the same time, the security guard who had just finished his morning shift was about to go back to the dormitory to sleep. The duty manager walked up to him with a stern face and tore off the community work certificate stuck on his chest, "You are fired..."