1657: C1657 Grade 10 Fire Qi

C1657 Grade 10 Fire Qi

As the main leader of the festival, Charles is really busy.

In recent days, he has been following the movie almost entirely for the sake of a fair and just environment.

A big part of the reason why the festival has gained everyone's recognition is because of Charles's serious attitude towards his work.

The awards ceremony was about to begin, and when he was done, he would take a long break and go out to have a good rest.

At this moment, someone knocked on the office's door.

His secretary walked in and handed an excellent plate to Charles.

"What is this?" Charles asked as he held the plate.

"This was given to me by a young man, who said that you must take a look."

"I'll take a look at it if he tells me to. Hurry up and take it down. Who knows if there's a virus on it." Charles didn't care about this You Pan at all.

The secretary wanted to speak but hesitated.

"If you have something to say, hurry up and say it." Charles was a bit annoyed.

He was a good person, but he had a bad temper.

Therefore, his subordinates were afraid of him. They were afraid that he would curse and vent his anger. Sometimes, he would even attack.

The secretary didn't want to say these words, but for the sake of the festival, he decided to say them anyway.

The little secretary said all this in one breath as if she was proud of her determination to die.

Charles looked at the secretary in confusion, "You didn't lie."

"Boss, even if you give me a hundred guts, I still wouldn't dare to lie." The little secretary was so scared that she was about to cry.

Charles thought for a while and decided to take a look at what was in the dish.

If it was really like the little secretary said, it would be a movie festival, and he would miss it.

Then the guy with the information would blow it out, and then it would be their film festival that would suffer.

But he was also very confident in the film industry and didn't believe there was any inside story behind it.

However, no matter what, Charles would rather believe it to be true. Therefore, in the future, Charles would be able to plug his talent plate into the computer.

A few minutes later, Charles directly threw his laptop onto the ground.

The computer let out a loud bang.

The secretary, who had intended to enter, suddenly retreated several meters.

"Get the hell in here!" Charles's voice came from the office.

The secretary didn't dare to delay any longer. He even wanted to find a bulletproof vest to wear, but in the end, he could only fearfully push open the door and enter.

"Boss." What orders do you have? " the secretary whispered.

"Go find that bastard's Dale, I want to skin him alive!"

Charles roared.

The secretary did not dare to delay any longer and quickly ran away.

At this time, Dale was in the workshop crying.

He was also the dignified chairman of the jury. Now that he was tied up like a pig, where would he put his face?

Not only was he tied up, he was also stripped naked. If someone came in later, wouldn't he be utterly humiliated?

He wanted to scream, but he didn't dare to. He lay on the cold ground, feeling as if his stomach was rumbling nonstop.

He would probably have diarrhea later.

What should he do?

Until then it would have been better to scream for help, so that someone could come to their rescue and untie the rope and go to the toilet.

Just as he was debating whether to shout for help, the door to the workshop was opened.

"Ah, my god, Mr. Dale, why are you here?" The man shouted.

Thinking about his current state, Dale closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

No matter what the other party saw, he would hypnotize himself into saying that the other party saw nothing.

The little secretary finally found him. Don't rush over to help him untie the rope.

He didn't have time to appreciate the position he was in right now because the boss had already lost his temper. If he didn't get the others over, then his job would be gone too.

The secretary untied Dale and immediately went to the side to find a set of clothes to put on.

He was dressed on one side, and the little secretary was anxiously saying: "Mr. Dale, hurry and meet the boss. He's angry, it's very scary."

"What level?" Dale casually asked.

The secretary waved her hand and said, "Level 10."

The Dale suddenly came to a halt.

They secretly categorized Charles's anger into several levels. For those below level 3, they would at most receive a scolding. From level 3 to level 7, they might be beaten when it was serious.

Level 7 and above had not been discovered so far.

Now that the secretary had reported to him that he was level 10, wouldn't that mean he was courting death if he were to go?

Now that he thought about it, what would happen if he were to escape by himself?

Probably not much better than death.

After much deliberation, he decided to go see Charles.

After putting on his clothes, Dale followed the little secretary up the stairs.

He now felt a sense of generosity.

Previously, the young man had recorded his picture, so he knew that what he had done was about to be exposed.

He didn't expect the young man to move so fast, and I thought he would wait until the end of the festival.

His mind was in a mess, and when he reached the entrance of Charles's office, his Dale suddenly became clear again.

He just wouldn't admit it, just say that he was forced to admit it.1

Dale felt that his thoughts were not bad, and so he mustered his courage to lightly knock on the door.

Charles's voice sounded in the office, "Come in!"

It was impossible to tell whether he was angry or calm.

After taking a deep breath, Dale opened the door and walked in.

However, before he could even open his mouth, a huge black shadow fiercely smashed towards him.

Dale scolded a string of vulgarities in his heart, but his actions were actually not the least bit sloppy as he directly avoided them.

As for that thing, it smashed into the ground, producing a loud sound.

It was only then that Dale saw clearly that the person who hit him was the computer that was originally placed on Charles's table.

Dale muttered in his heart that he was lucky.

In the past, he had always heard that Charles really did hit people when he was angry, but this time, Dale could be considered as having been seen for real.

Dale did not dare to go head to head against Charles right now, so they said: "I'm sorry, Sir. May I ask why you are so angry?"

Hearing that, Charles couldn't help but laugh, "You actually said you don't know why I'm so angry?"

Dale could only nod in guilt.

"Did you tell them that you could buy the award for free just because you wanted it?" Charles's voice sounded very calm and he didn't want to get angry at all.

However, Dale knew that it was just an illusion, so he hurriedly shook his head, "Sir, you do not know, that that person forced me to say that, you definitely cannot take it seriously."

"Oh?" Charles sneered, then turned the laptop in front of him, facing the display side towards the Dale, and pressed the play button.

When Dale saw the video on the screen, he instantly knelt down towards Charles …

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