And the problem is that although Zhou Yaoyao is said to owe 500 million, no matter from Nightingale's mouth or from Li Mianhui's mouth, Zhou Yaoyao's identity seems to be extraordinary.
And as early as the first time he met Zhou Yaoyao, her racing skills left a very deep impression on Meng Yan. Without professional training, I am afraid that he would not be able to develop such driving skills in his ten lives.
He himself asked Zhou Yaoyao similar questions in person, but Zhou Yaoyao remained tight-lipped and would never reveal any information to him.
And this time, Zhou Yaoyao also asked him to help investigate the supply route of their material convoy at the entrance of Pachang.
There are really too many doubts about Zhou Yaoyao's identity.
Nightingale sat next to the sofa and looked at the man who told her to shut up and sat down on the sofa. She closed her eyes and meditated for a long time without saying a word. She hesitated and then touched the pistol on her waist.
go.
Looking at Meng Yan, it doesn't look like he has no clue at all. Why don't you point a gun at his head and question him again?
She will be more careful this time and will not be deceived by Meng Yan's low-level and simple methods again!
However, as soon as his hand touched the handle of the gun, Meng Yan suddenly opened his eyes, startling Nightingale.
"Nightingale, I ask you a question, and you have to answer me truthfully."
Meng Yan's tone left no room for doubt, and it sounded like the situation was serious. Nightingale nodded immediately and sat on the sofa with a serious look, waiting for Meng Yan to ask questions.
"Zhou Yaoyao, is her identity really just a software engineer who owes Shen Jade Stone Company 500 million?" Meng Yan asked.
"Zhou Yaoyao..."
Nightingale murmured in her mouth, and when she heard the name, she seemed to realize something instantly, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Then he raised his head and saw Meng Yan's eyes asking him questions. He suddenly became panicked, dodging left and right, not daring to meet his gaze.
"If Zhou Yaoyao hadn't told Meng Yan personally, and I had told it myself, maybe my life would have been lost..." Nightingale thought to herself.
Seeing the unnatural look on Nightingale's face and the deliberately evasive eyes, Meng Yan understood that Nightingale must know something, and immediately moved her face closer to him and spoke in a serious tone.
"What do you know? Tell me quickly."
"No, I..."
"I really..."
"I can't tell you."
The Nightingale's words were incoherent, her eyes evasive, and finally she squeezed out this sentence.
Meng Yan looked at Nightingale's eyes, staring at her so straightly that she felt frightened. After a long while, he finally withdrew his gaze and said nothing.
It seems to be similar to what I imagined. The problem does lie with Zhou Yaoyao.
Meng Yan thought about it for a while, and immediately made up his mind to put this matter aside for now.
"Okay, Nightingale, I also know who you are. Since you don't want to talk about it, there must be something unspeakable involving you, so I won't continue to ask." Meng Yan said.
After hearing this, the expression on Nightingale's face finally softened. She took a deep breath and spoke to Meng Yan.
"Okay, Mr. Meng, I also temporarily believe that you know nothing about this matter. The most important thing right now is to repair the car. We must rush back to Yangon by the day after tomorrow at the latest, otherwise Li Mian will
Huang will definitely become suspicious."
Meng Yan thought for a while, that Ferrari must not be driven back. In such a barren mountain, what kind of things can be used to repair the Ferrari?
Moreover, although he, Meng Yan, is very good at gambling, he knows nothing about repairing cars, something that is impossible to do. Even if this is a safe house, there may be good car glass and repair tools stored in a certain warehouse.
, Meng Yan doesn’t know how to install it.
If you had to find someone to do this, there would definitely be a risk of leakage. Besides, there was a whole car full of raw stalactite shells in the trunk of the Ferrari.
Meng Yan turned his attention to Nightingale.
That’s right, in a war-torn place like Myanmar, if the car breaks down on the way, a few bandits will probably come out to rob you after a while.
She Nightingale must know how to repair cars!
"Miss Nightingale, to be honest, I don't know how to repair cars. You can ask me to help with some manual work when you repair it later."
Nightingale rolled her eyes at him: "How can I repair a car?"
"What should we do?" Meng Yan spread his hands. This car must not be driven back, but the rough stones on it must be taken back.
"If the car breaks down, just throw it away. Call another one." Nightingale took out her mobile phone and made a call, then said to Meng Yan.
"It's been arranged. Let's wait for them to drive over to pick us up tomorrow."
Meng Yan held out his thumb: "As expected of you, you are so heroic."
After talking about the business, it was already late at night. There were two beds in the safe house, so Meng Yan directly chose one and fell down to sleep.
Nightingale, on the other hand, was so angry when she saw Meng Yan looking like this that she chopped off her feet, stuffed the gun under her pillow, and closed her eyes to sleep.
However, Meng Yan didn't do anything out of the ordinary that night. Nightingale just closed her eyes and fell asleep at some point.
Shortly after Nightingale fell asleep, Meng Yan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.
After getting out of bed, Meng Yan walked to the window, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Xia Guo's Shen Nongshi...
The next day, the people of the Jade Union received Nightingale's distress signal, and Nightingale's men drove a brand-new SUV to the safe house where Nightingale was.
After transferring all the rough stones to the new car, his men got into the Ferrari, which was deformed by bullets, and parted ways with them.
After half a day, when the two finally returned to Yangon City, Meng Yan braked and stopped on the side of the road.
"Where are you going? I'll take you there now," said Meng Yan, who was sitting in the driver's seat.
Nightingale Yaoyaotou: "This car is mine, and you have to choose where to go first. I still have to send the rough stones back to the union."
"Then I'll get off here, and you can drive the car back." Meng Yan opened the car door after saying that.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Nightingale looked at Meng Yan's move and couldn't figure it out.
If you want to go back to Zhou Yaoyao's place and drive there directly, wouldn't it be enough to just leave the car to her?
Let’s not talk about where he was going in such a hurry. He had just entered Yangon after getting off the highway. No matter where he went, it would take a long time. What was he doing if he didn’t drive when he had a car?
"I want to go to the Shen Jade Shop, and I can't drive there in your car." Meng Yan replied.
"What does this have to do with it?" Nightingale asked. They had no grudges against the Shen Jade Shop, so why couldn't they drive this car?
