solarly

"Pemo used to…… What exactly happened?"

On the way back, this question kept lingering in Wendell's mind, making him incomparably curious, "By all accounts, as long as a girl from an above average family, even an average family, although she would be very thirsty for money, she wouldn't surround herself with that kind of old perverted environment for money for a long time…… "

Wendell was puzzled, although in this society, gold worship is rampant, many women don't say just for money to go around among those old perverts, even if she is asked to take turns to accompany those old perverts, she will certainly be happy to agree, as long as there is enough money to take.

Some women even openly say that they would rather sit in a BMW and cry than sit behind a bicycle and laugh, not to mention just accompanying some old perverts.

How wonderful it is to be able to enjoy and make money at the same time!

This kind of life is indeed very good!

At least in the eyes of a large proportion of women, such a life is indeed beautiful, they can not stand that kind of poor to the point that even to go to a restaurant to eat a meal have to calculate how much money, in that case, what to talk about buying a diamond necklace, buy diamond ring earrings, not to mention what to buy brand-name bags, or even to do beauty care, buy brand-name cosmetics.

Driving Audi cars and using Dior cosmetics, this is the kind of life they want to live.

But Wendell believed that Pemo was not such a woman, she would never let herself endure that kind of pain just for money, otherwise, with her beauty, she would not need to be a pharmaceutical sales representative at all, just by hooking her fingers, I believe there would be many people falling under her skirt.

However, Pemo did not do that, and Wendell also believed that Pemo could not and would not do that kind of disgusting thing. So, why did she become a pharmaceutical sales representative?

The answer is already clear – Pemo needs money!

Or rather, Pemo wants to earn money, but wants to do it with her own skills and abilities, not with her own body.

Why did Pemo need money?

According to Wendell's understanding, Pemo used to work as a pharmaceutical sales representative, and she could get more than 100, 000 a year on average. Although such a salary in Granola was not very high, it was definitely not low. If you save your money, you can save up to 70, 000 to 80, 000 a year without any problem.

However, Pemo has been working for several years this time, why is this?

"Where exactly does she need the money? And who did this money go to?" Wendell's left hand tapped on the car door and pondered slightly, but he couldn't think of any clues.

"I used to be so busy with other things, but I paid too little attention to these people around me, which is very unwarranted……" Wendell secretly mused, these employees of the pharmaceutical factory, or the friends around them, were very different from Helen and Tami duo.

Wendell believes that as long as he treats Helen and Tami sincerely, and they treat him sincerely, nothing will go wrong in between.

But the other friends are different, once you are busy, it is impossible to pay attention to everyone, while they have their own likes and dislikes, once a little inattentive, it is likely that something will go wrong, this is inevitable, no one's life is smooth sailing.

It is inevitable that no one's life is smooth. And when something goes wrong, Wendell is obliged to help solve it.

For example, if something goes wrong with Pemo , it would be a huge loss not only for Wendell, but also for Mageta's Pharmaceutical Factory.

Pemo 's ability had been proven in this short period of time.

Although Pemo did not do anything side-splitting, but relying only on her and Debola to hold up the pharmaceutical factory, this is enough to show how outstanding her ability is.

It is clear that in the pharmaceutical factory, Debola is mainly responsible for managing the workers, while Pemo is in charge of all aspects of the factory's business, purchasing and accounting.

The company's ability is undeniable.

But if such a capable general manager, for personal reasons, suddenly left Mageta's pharmaceutical plant, or no longer able to continue to serve as the general manager of the pharmaceutical plant, then whether for Wendell, or for the plant's workers, is a huge loss.

Within a short period of time, Wendell really had no way to find a suitable candidate for the position of general manager.

Once he thought of this, Wendell couldn't help but be horrified. It looked like he had to find time to find a way to ask Pemo about the situation.

Through some of his usual mannerisms and occasional small talk, Wendell also had a vague feeling that there were many things hidden in Pemo 's heart, but he could not tell anyone to the outside world, or Pemo did not want to tell anyone to the outside world.

Wendell felt that it was necessary for him to help Pemo solve her personal problems, and only then would she be able to devote herself to her work.

Pemo was contributing to the pharmaceutical factory, then Wendell had to solve her worries!

With this decision, Wendell's mood was slightly lighter, but he didn't notice that since he left the pharmaceutical factory, all he could think about was Pemo .

Although it was because of Pemo 's abnormality that Wendell's mind was on her, Wendell's thinking, however, had obviously received Pemo 's influence, only that he himself had not yet noticed it.

"Handra……"

Wendell was pondering when his phone suddenly rang, he directly put his headphones on and picked up the phone, "This is Wendell, who is it?"

There was a moment of silence on the phone, only the sound of breathing if any came through.

Wendell immediately frowned slightly: "Who is it? Speak up!"

"Ah…!"

In a flash, a miserable scream suddenly came out, the sound was so harsh that it was as if he was being punished by the most painful punishment in the human world, making people's bones shudder.

Wendell's eyes were awe-inspiring, however, and he coldly snorted, "Stop pretending to be a god to me, no matter who you are, if you have something to say, just say it, if you have a fart, otherwise, I don't have so much time to play with you!"

"Ah…" another miserable scream came, followed by a continuous sound of miserable voices, as if the other end of the phone was hell on earth.

Immediately, Wendell took out the phone from his pocket without moving, and after scanning it, he found that it was an incoming call without an area code or any display, and even the word ‘unnamed' was the only one on the caller ID.

"That's my son's scream!" A man's low, hoarse voice suddenly came from the headset, as if with a metallic ringing sound, very strange, "Remember, this is my son's scream."

"The screams are very moving!" Wendell did not have the slightest fluctuation and said calmly, "A hundred times more miserable than this, I can still listen to it."

"You must remember, you must remember, the pain my son has suffered, I will make you pay back ten times a hundred times, I will!" The other party's voice was filled with thick hatred, as if he had an incomparable grudge against Wendell, and that voice was as if it was a magic spell from hell.

But Wendell smiled blandly: "Do you dare to say this in front of me? I will only remember if you dare to stand in front of me and say this, otherwise, I don't have the slightest interest in people who hide their heads, nor can I remember!"

As he spoke, he made a few quick taps on his phone, only to see a line displayed on the screen, "Satellite tracking connected……"

"If you have the guts, you can come to Granola to find me!" Wendell smiled faintly, "If you don't dare, then I'm sorry, this kind of call won't work for me."

"I will go!" The man on the phone said in an annoyed voice.

"Pop!"

The phone was hung up.

"bodyc-tac-toe……" Wendell's phone immediately sounded an alarm, and when he picked it up, it was the satellite tracking connection that was broken and there was no more signal from the other party.

"It seems that the other party has sensed something, really cunning……" Wendell coldly snorted, the mobile phone he used, belonged to the military special, there was a specific satellite communication channel, if he wanted to track the other party, reasonably speaking the other party should not detect it.

What's more, Wendell was already very careful when he spoke, and was deliberately stalling for time, in order to find out the other party's area in the shortest possible time.

But the other party still hung up the phone just after Wendell had checked and before he could say a few words. Obviously, the other party was very careful and very cunning, and did not give himself the chance to trace.

What's more, Wendell heard a firm determination in that man's hoarse and low voice, and he was convinced that the other party would definitely come to Granola to find him!

In his heart, he couldn't help but secretly ponder who had suddenly made such a threatening phone call to him?

This caller must be someone who hated himself very much. Carefully speaking, since he had only started to offend people after he got the intelligent brain, and he had offended quite a few people, for a while, Wendell could not really think of who it could be.

There was another piece of information in the content of this phone call that impressed Wendell deeply, and that was that the miserable scream was made by the son of this person who called.

That meant that the other party hated himself, and it should be because of his son!

Wendell thought about it carefully and could not help but laugh dumbly. Among all the people he had offended, it seemed that men made up the vast majority of them, and from this aspect, he could not make any headway in his analysis.

Shaking his head slightly, Wendell no longer thought about it alone, he deliberated slightly for a moment and still dialed Xela's number.

"Boss?" Receiving Wendell's call, Xela looked pleasantly surprised.

"Xela, haven't had lunch yet, have you? I'm going to treat you to lunch, I wonder if you'll be willing to give me a treat?" Wendell asked with a smile.

To be continued....