After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

Chapter 534 I ask, you answer

After the press conference ended happily, Murong Qiao received a message from Jiang Chi as soon as he got home.

【Jiang Chi: The matter of plagiarism is settled. 】

Murong Qiao asked Jiang Chi to investigate the plagiarism. Besides Ke Run, the author of the plagiarism was also Yihuan.

The other party was able to come up with works that were 80% or 90% similar to hers, and when the incident happened, it seemed that they had been prepared, no matter how you looked at it, it could not be a coincidence.

At that time, she was sure that someone was probably behind the scenes, so she let Jiang Chi continue to investigate.

Now, it's time for the results to surface.

Along with Jiang Chi's news, there is also an address near the pier.

After all, some things are really inconvenient to do in the company, and there is no need to be soft on the enemy Murong Qiao.

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"You guys are kidnapping... Wait for me, I'll go to court to sue you when I get out!" The trembling voice showed the panic in the master's heart.

At the same time, the opponent's body couldn't stop struggling, trying to break through the limitations and constraints of his body, but no matter how he twisted his hands and feet, they were tightly attached to the chair behind him, and finally he had to fall backward in vain.

This is an empty room.

Two people with sacks on their heads were firmly tied to chairs with ropes and could not move.

Jiang Chi stood in front of the two with a blank face, and slowly took off the hoods of the two after making sure that there was no problem with the binding.

"Where is this..."

Wei Bei, whose face was like gold leaf, was so frightened that he could hardly speak, trembling and looking at the man standing in front of him.

Although she is not muscular, she looks very difficult to mess with...

Yes, but he remembered that he had never offended this person, right? ?

Wei Bei suppressed his panic and opened his mouth to probe: "Brother, I'm a family who squats down and writes novels, we probably haven't met before..."

He was so nervous that his mind went blank. Once the words came out of his mouth, he couldn't remember what he said afterwards.

The other middle-aged man next to Wei Bei reacted completely differently from Wei Bei after he took off his hood.

Silent to the point of being almost dead, especially after seeing Jiang Chi's face, his pupils shrank suddenly as if seeing someone he knew but was afraid of, his mouth was tightly shut, and he remained silent throughout the whole process.

"Please let me go! We can discuss everything..."

No matter what Wei Bei said, Jiang Chi stood still unmoved.

Until the sound of footsteps came.

The crisp high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground, making a rhythmic sound from far to near, gradually approaching this side, the sound seemed to press the heartbeat in the body, and every step made people tense up.

"吱—"

The door is pushed open.

Wei Bei raised his head in a panic, and saw a face that almost caused his cardiopulmonary arrest.

"I, you...I'm not..."

Hearing the trembling voice of the other party's unscrupulous words, Murong Qiao raised the corners of his lips and let out a chuckle, walked up to him in a leisurely manner, and looked down at Wei Bei.

"Are you angry?" Murong Qiao said lightly.

"That's right, after all, I plagiarized your book, gained a good reputation and made a lot of money."

Murong Qiao deliberately greeted with the statement issued by the other party at that time.

Wei Bei swallowed nervously, "Why, how come, I plagiarized."

At this time, he fell into the hands of the other party, but Wei Bei lost the cheekiness on the Internet.

"How could it be?" Murong Qiao shook his head and denied him, "I am the big sinner who stole your idea."

"The great sinner deserves to be hacked to pieces, drowned in spit, and poked at the spine until he becomes depressed and finally commits suicide to apologize."

"right?"

Obviously Murong Qiao was talking about himself, but Wei Bei lowered his head as he listened, wishing he could bury his head in his chest.

He hardly dared to meet Murong Qiao's clear eyes.

It was the kind of gaze that kept staring at him without moving his eyes away, so focused that it almost made people panic.

The room also became silent, without Wei Bei's voice, and Murong Qiao didn't speak, which made Wei Bei feel the blood flowing in his body, as if even his heartbeat was beating faster.

In the almost suffocating silence, Murong Qiao took a while to speak.

"Jiang Chi, take him down."

The "he" was talking about the middle-aged man next to him.

The opponent is like a boring gourd, and the breakthrough is obviously on Wei Bei's side.

"yes."

Jiang Chi responded, and then took a step forward without hesitation, stretched out his hand and directly pulled the middle-aged man out, grabbing the top part of the chair, regardless of how embarrassed the person on the chair was.

It seemed that at this moment, the middle-aged man who had been silent all this time knew what panic was. He struggled under Jiang Chi's tug, and shook the chair violently, trying to get out of it.

Wei Bei just wanted to ask where the other party would be sent, and then saw Jiang Chi find an iron rod out of nowhere, and knocked the person unconscious with one hand and took him away.

This fright made Wei Bei as quiet as a chicken.

"Rather than worrying about him, worry about yourself."

She raised her ending voice, as if looking forward to it.

Wei Bei was so frightened that his scalp was numb, and his panicked legs struggled to get himself back, keeping a distance from this demon-like woman, as if he could escape danger in this way.

He is also a novel writer after all, and he has a big brain. Wei Bei's whole body resisted Murong Qiao's words.

Murong Qiao didn't care about Wei Bei's reaction either.

She turned around and walked behind Wei Bei, dragging his chair to a wall.

Murong Qiao stretched out his hand to press down on an imperceptible depression at the edge of the wall, and then saw the wall in front of the two suddenly stretched to both sides, revealing a huge glass window.

And outside the glass window is the sea with stormy waves crashing on the shore.

Murong Qiao thoughtfully opened the window, allowing the salty sea breeze to blow onto Wei Bei's face.

"I ask, you answer."

"As for the result of the wrong answer—"

Murong Qiao gave him the answer directly with his movements, leaning forward with one hand on the chair, leaning half of Wei Bei's body out of the window, as if he could let go of his hand in the next second and let the other person fall.

Wei Bei's body was so stiff that he didn't dare to move. His whole body was almost like a stone.

"Why plagiarism?"

first question.

Wei Bei swallowed, "Yes, it's me."

"..."

"It's really me!" Wei Bei tried to increase his voice as if to make Murong Qiao believe in him.

He closed his eyes tightly and let himself try his best to ignore the tide, "I saw your fearlessness and Wulin Qiankun became popular before! I wanted to be popular too, so I copied your work!"

"I, I just want to make money..."

Wei Bei said tremblingly.

Deceitful.

Murong Qiao looked at him and came to this conclusion almost without judgment.

According to Jiang Chi's investigation results, Wei Bei's profit after plagiarism is not impressive at all, it can only be said to support his life.

With this little money, the other party kept copying until the incident happened. What are they trying to do?

"What's the name of the fearless hero?"

second question.

But this time Wei Bei couldn't answer at all, because his explanation was purely nonsense.

A few seconds passed, but Murong Qiao didn't wait for the answer.

She let go of her hand directly, and let Wei Bei be tied to the only rope on the chair to keep it dangling on the edge of the window.

"Ah!" Wei Bei yelled in fear.

The sound of the waves crashing on the shore seemed to be in his ears. Feeling the precarious state at this moment, Wei Bei's complexion became a little whiter than that of a dead man.