This is Yang Ruoqing's first time back in prison.

In the twelfth lunar month of a few years ago, my father Yang Huazhong was arrested and imprisoned in the county jail at the time because of the tofu incident.

That time, she was so anxious that she ran around and had no chance to go to jail.

Later, when she took her father out of jail, she was waiting at the door of the county jail.

But this time, she walked into the jail in person, but it was not because she had done anything illegal or indiscipline that she was going to jail.

She is a conscientious businesswoman.

He came to the prison as a visitor, and the person in prison was Dayao.

Her most trusted confidant and right-hand man in developing the Beijing perfume market.

After spending some money to decorate the prison, Mu Zichuan stayed at the entrance waiting for her, and she walked inside alone.

In the dark and damp prison, Yang Ruoqing looked at Dayao imprisoned inside through a wooden fence with indifferent eyes.

"There is a road to heaven if you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you step in. Uncle Yao, don't you feel good about this betrayal?" she asked with a sneer.

Dayao was huddled in a pile of hay in the corner, holding his shoulders with his hands, shivering all over from the cold.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's voice, he opened his eyes, like a drowning person encountering a floating board floating by.

"Girl, it's me who deserves to die, I deserve to die!"

He rolled and crawled to the wooden fence, stretched out his hands from the gaps in the wooden fence, and tried to grab Yang Ruoqing's clothes.

Yang Ruoqing took a step back, not giving him a chance to get close to the edge of her clothes.

"Girl, boss, please, for the sake of my hard work helping you take care of your business these past two years, please forgive me this time, right?"

Dayao cried so much that tears and snot flowed down his nose, and he grasped the wooden fence with both hands.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have yielded to Han Ruyi, found someone to set the pace, and tricked our own perfume..." he cried.

Yang Ruoqing sneered.

"Are you still making excuses now?" she asked.

"Master Mu has already led people to search out your black workshop, and everyone has revealed that the mastermind behind it is you, Dayao."

"You old dog, I trust you so much in vain, you just want to line your own pockets, and you stab me in the back?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

During this period, Luo Fengtang went out early and came back late every day. In fact, he went to Wan Qingchun and Zhang Liangyu to look for clues, and secretly followed and investigated everyone who had contact with Dayao.

The black workshop twenty miles west of the capital had long been in their sights.

Luo Fengtang has secretly sneaked into the black workshop and found out that it is really a secret place for making and processing perfume.

"You stole the perfume formula I hid in the wall behind the bed on the second floor. Do you think that by copying a copy, putting the original copy back into the wooden box, and stuffing the bricks back in, I wouldn't be able to tell that it had been tampered with?"

Yang Ruoqing then questioned Dayao.

"Haha, then you are too naive." She said.

"The first day I got here, I knew the formula had been tampered with."

"If my guess is correct, the perfume in your workshop is made according to my formula, right?"

"It's a pity that the recipe list itself is fake. I deliberately added some things in it to prevent theft."

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. I really caught an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf. Bah!"

Speaking of her irritation, Yang Ruoqing raised her foot and kicked Dayao's hand that was holding the wooden fence hard.

Dayao screamed, let go of the wooden fence, and fell backwards to the ground.

But he quickly got up, knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Yang Ruoqing, and begged for mercy.

"It's me who's obsessed and ungrateful. Please give me another chance and a way to survive..."

"I have an eighty-year-old mother and a crying child. If it weren't for the pressure of life, I wouldn't dare to take risks and do such ungrateful and immoral things! Wuwuwu..."

There is a saying that men don't shed tears easily because they haven't reached the point of sadness.

But at this moment, seeing Dayao's tears, Yang Ruoqing thought they were crocodile tears.

No sympathy at all.

"Come on, stop crying about poverty like me." Yang Ruoqing said,

"The salary I pay you every month is medium to high in the capital."

"You alone can support a family of six without worrying about food and clothing, and this doesn't count the red envelopes given during the holidays."

"The reason why you are so miserable is because you are addicted to gambling."

"You lost all your money, and then you started to mess with the store's account books and misappropriated the store's public funds to pay off your gambling debts."

"Because you were afraid that I would discover this shortfall, you took the perfume in the warehouse and sold it privately, and the money from the private sale was used to plug the loophole."

"The warehouse is out of stock, and you are anxious. At this time, you happened to find the perfume formula I hid in the house."

"So, you came up with the idea of ​​making your own perfume."

"I have simplified the perfume materials in the fake formula, so the cost is not very high and you can afford it."

"You thought this was a good cycle and that you would not notice it, but you never thought that my streamlined perfume formula would go wrong when you use it. This is your scandal.

That’s when everything was exposed!”

Yang Ruoqing pointed at Dayao's nose and revealed all his plans word for word.

Every time he said something, Dayao would lie down for a few minutes.

By the time she finished her last words, Dayao felt a sense of embarrassment and guilt.

"Girl, I can't help you. I was blinded by lard. I didn't control my own hands. I always wanted to gamble..." he cried.

Then, he raised his hand to his face and slapped him hard several times.

"I deserve to die, I deserve to die..." He cursed himself fiercely, and Yang Ruoqing didn't yell to stop, so he kept slapping his face without stopping.

Yang Ruoqing looked indifferently at Dayao, who slapped his hands so hard, and said: "If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"

"Everyone has to pay for their own mistakes. You should bear all this today. I will not pity you!"

"I won't trouble your wife and children for the damage you caused to my shop, but you will stay in jail for the next few years!"

After saying these words, Yang Ruoqing turned around and left.

Dayao came to his senses and panicked.

He doesn't want to go to jail. He will almost collapse if he stays in this damn place for a day, let alone how many years?

That is worse than death!

"My boss's girl! My boss's girl..."

His shouts to the heavens and the earth were left behind by Yang Ruoqing in the corridor of Yongchang.

It hit, reverberated, and echoed against the cold stone walls of the cell.
Chapter completed!