There were three people sitting in the Chen family's living room. Zhu Tong glanced around and saw that there was no one he wanted to see.
"Director Chen is upstairs, I'll go report."
The young man who brought Zhu Tong in arranged for him to sit down and went upstairs along the stairs in the corner.
"What's your last name?" The person sitting on Zhu Tong's right hand handed him a cigarette.
"Thank you, my surname is Li." Zhu Tong held the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, took out the silver ZIPPO lighter, and opened it with a "pop!"
Blue flames floated up, and Zhu Tong moved the ZIPPO in front of the other party: "How long have you been waiting?"
"We are waiting for you, Mr. Li." The man lit his cigarette with a lighter. Seeing Zhu Tong also lighting up his cigarette and taking a puff, he said, "I didn't expect Mr. Li to be so young. You------.
"He fell crookedly, his cigarette slipped, and was caught by Zhu Tong.
"It would be a pity to waste such a good thing."
Zhu Tong stood up, holding a lit cigarette in each hand: "I came to see Director Chen to discuss business. There is no malicious intention. You should not plot against me after meeting."
One of the three people in the living room has fallen down, and the other two have stood up and come over.
As soon as he entered the door, Zhu Tong could see that these three people had martial arts skills; this meant that Director Chen wanted to give him a show of authority.
There was poison in that cigarette, but in front of the Zhu disciples, such things were of no use at all; after Zhu Tong knocked down one of them with a more powerful hallucinogen, he made a gesture to warn: "Don't force me to take action.
.”
However, the other party was only a martial arts practitioner, not a member of the martial arts world. He did not understand what Zhu Tong meant, so he rubbed his hands and laughed: "Since Mr. Li dares to come, you must think of the consequences."
Two fists came with a roaring wind, and Zhu Tong took two steps back to avoid it, his expression relaxed; they were just Sanda masters, and in Zhu Tong's view, such skills were ordinary.
"If you don't listen to my advice, you can't blame me. You're asking for it."
Zhu Tong popped out two cigarettes, and the flying sparks covered their faces; they lowered their heads, their movements were clean and neat, it seemed that they had deliberately practiced the art of combining attacks, and their legs swept over again.
This time Zhu Tong didn't dodge anymore and went straight forward.
In an instant, Zhu Tong stepped into the narrow gap and moved between the two of them. Almost with his eyesight, his body moved into the expected position.
Zhu Tong himself was also frightened. He had already tried his best to receive a kick, but he didn't expect that his body was now as light as a butterfly. If he had such skill when facing Razor Zhang, he would not have been hit by the knife.
But he didn't have time to think about it at this time. Silver light flashed in his hand, and two silver needles stabbed in and out continuously, then stopped when they clicked.
The young man who went in to report shouted on the stairs: "Mr. Li, please show mercy."
It was too late. The two free fighting masters who were very powerful just now were paralyzed on the floor of the living room, twitching silently. Zhu Tong had already sat back in his original seat, looked at the bright black pistol in the young man's hand, and said nonchalantly: "
They forced me, can I see Director Chen now?"
"Follow me and leave your bag there." The young man put away the gun and swung a metal rod around Zhu Tong before taking him upstairs, turned the last corner, and looked back with a smile: "You are very good.
That's awesome, but you have to be careful what you say, Director Chen has a bad temper."
"Everyone has a bad temper, but you seem to have a good temper." Zhu Tong handed him four silver needles: "I'm here to discuss business, and this is my sincerity."
After taking the silver needle, the young man opened a door and said, "Come in, what do you want to drink? Tea or coffee."
"Baishui." Zhu Tong nodded and entered the heavy wooden door.
The smell of sandalwood floats in the room. There are dense pine trees outside the window. Two beams of sunlight shine through the pine branches and shine on the book table in the middle.
There is a Buddha statue on the north wall, and in the center is a pure gold statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, enjoying three pillars of purple incense with kind eyes.
Beside the book desk is an old man with a slender expression and a very imposing manner, writing quickly.
Under the Buddha statue, a monk in plain clothes sat on the ground, closing his eyes and chanting Buddhist scriptures softly.
"Are you Li Zaihao, Vice Chairman of Wanghai Company? Sit down."
The old man raised his head and glanced at Zhu Tong, then dipped his ink into it and continued to paint. The young man walked in, put down a glass of water on the coffee table next to Zhu Tong, and quietly left.
"Someone is investigating me these days, and it seems it's you. Tell me, what do you want?"
"I should ask this question. Director Chen has forced our Wanghai Company to a dead end. What do you want?" Zhu Tong used money tactics to collect all the other party's information in the past two days without any cover-up. Director Chen
As a target person, having been operating locally for so many years, it’s strange that I don’t feel this.
"Amitabha, you two are chatting slowly. The poor monk will leave first." The plain-clothed monk stood up, glanced at Zhu Tong with a flash of eyes, and saluted with one palm: "Almsgiver Li, please forgive me if you can, layman Chen and
I am destined to do so, so please show me your noble hand. There is no place where I can thank you."
"Master Wuwu? It's easy to say. I just met Monk Wuxu a few days ago. I didn't expect that Buddhist disciples have ruthless traces everywhere." Zhu Tong felt that it was extremely ridiculous. Why did he meet a monk with a first-class Golden Buddha again? Wu
Monk Chu also recognized Zhu Tong, and he asked Zhu Tong not to embarrass Director Chen too much; Zhu Tong agreed with a gesture, but he was not sure he could beat such a master.
"Junior Brother Wu Qing? He is preaching Buddhism in South China and saving all sentient beings. You will meet." Wu Bu's face turned yellowish, he nodded and said Buddha, and drifted away.
Zhu Tong secretly thought: There really is a monk named Wuqing, no matter how you look at it, it is the name of a killer.
After the exchange between the two people in the world was completed, Monk Nowhere sold it to Zhu Tong to save face, and made it clear that he would not get involved in this matter.
Director Chen then put down his brush and looked at Zhu Tong: "What is your name? What is your origin? It is not an ordinary person who can make Master Wuwu avoid you."
"Who I am is not important to Director Chen. My name is self-named. My name is "Shangxi", "Xi" refers to the setting sun, which is close to the underworld and cannot be seen in the dark, so I name myself by my mouth. The meaning is that after dusk, the sky becomes dark and people cannot interact with each other.
Once we got to know each other, we called them by their respective codes, that is, their names.”
Zhu Tong stood up and walked behind the desk, looked at the banner written by Director Chen, grabbed the jade seal next to it, and pressed it on the lower right corner with a "Bang!"
"Director Chen has a good name. He is a wealthy man at first glance. The Chen family will prosper in your hands. A hundred years from now, your descendants will remember your name. Unlike us, we are destined to be unknown."
Director Chen finally sat down face to face with Zhu Tong. In the eyes of the little liar, today's business was done.
Monk Nowhere's departure has proven his worth, which saves a lot of things. Director Chen doesn't dare to play any more tricks. However, he doesn't like this. To be precise, he doesn't want to owe Monk Nowhere this favor.
But the rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes, and no one can say what will happen if the mountains and rivers do not change.
"What does Mr. Li want to talk to me about? If our Chen family can help, we will not refuse." Director Chen put on a magnanimous look and wished Tong liked it.
"As the vice chairman of Wanghai Company, I want to give 30% of Wanghai Company's shares to Director Chen for free. This is the purpose of my coming."
"Free?" Director Chen was not surprised: "Nothing is free in the world; Wanghai Company is a big company, and 30% of the shares is a lot of money. I want to know what you want? In the face of such huge interests, if you want
To pay the price, I have to confirm your requirements first, and then consider whether I should pay the price."
"There are no requirements, as long as you accept it." Zhu Tong looked at Director Chen calmly.
"You really didn't ask for it?"
"There is really no requirement. Director Chen is a sensible person. As long as the Chen family is satisfied with owning 30% of Wanghai Company's shares, we will all be happy. Wanghai Company's pharmaceutical factory project that is about to be launched also needs your strong support."
Zhu Tong took Director Chen's finger, took out a small porcelain bottle, poured some on it, and spread it evenly. He walked to the Buddha statue, pulled out sandalwood, and pressed it on Director Chen's finger.
"This is Wanghai Pharmaceutical's flagship product. It can repel insects, ward off evil spirits, and block flames. Director Chen should be able to see its future."
Director Chen saw the colorful sparks flashing on his fingers, took the sandalwood and touched it on the back of his palm, and exclaimed in surprise: "Hey! Why is this?"
"This is our secret medicine. It not only protects the body, but also has miraculous effects on snake venom." Zhu Tong put away the porcelain bottle; "Wanghai Pharmaceutical is another industry of Wanghai Company. In the face of the local real estate downturn, this product is launched.
Impatient. Director Chen has more experience than us. He should understand that it is very dangerous to pile eggs in one basket, and he should also know that everyone has to make money. Team spirit is popular in the world now, and Wanghai Company’s ideal is
To become a century-old enterprise, we know that doing business in China requires the help of noble people, so we invite you to join. Everyone just needs to make it clear that Wanghai Company is not a farmer, and the Chen family is not a snake."
Director Chen thought about it, looked at Zhu Tong, and finally nodded: "Okay, I accept it. The Chen family will only hold 30% of the shares of Wanghai Company. We have other businesses and are not very greedy. We can
Use a literal thing to fix this point, so that it will be a constraint for the descendants of the Chen family. I believe in the future of Wanghai Company."
Zhu Tong shook his head: "Director Chen is very thoughtful, but I don't believe that such a thing is of any use; even strict laws can be interpreted by others to have multiple meanings. It can be seen that in word games, strength must speak for itself in the end."
For politicians, this is enough talk; Zhu Tong showed strong self-confidence and aggressiveness. This is not a threat, but self-protection.
Director Chen is a sensible person. He thought for a moment and asked, "Does Mr. Li believe in Buddhism?"
"I am the Buddha." Zhu Tong pointed to the golden Buddha statue, and then pointed to himself and Director Chen; "It is just gold, not a Buddha. You are also a Buddha because you are rich and powerful."
"Hahahaha." Director Chen laughed heartily: "You are a very interesting young man. Okay, okay, there is no problem between us."
"There is still a problem." Zhu Tong took a cup and drank water.
"Oh, please tell me." Director Chen also picked up the cup and drank tea.
"I hope that for the future of Wanghai, all the money entering Wanghai must come from a legitimate source."
Zhu Tong's request was a warning to Director Chen not to use Wanghai as a tool for money laundering. Even if he wanted to launder money, he had to find an appropriate excuse first.
Director Chen did not speak, and the expression on his face did not change, but Zhu Tong still felt heavy pressure, or momentum.
"Director Chen likes calligraphy. I'll make a fool of myself by writing a character."
Zhu Tong stood in front of the writing desk, spread out a piece of rice paper, dipped his pen in ink, waved his hand and wrote a big word "qi".
"That's right; it's rare to see such majestic characters. Mr. Li, your calligraphy is at least in the realm of Dacheng. Well, young man, although this request is difficult to handle, I agree; Wanghai will have a bright future.
"
After all, Chen Chengren is a person who believes in strength. The character "qi" written by Zhu Tong is second to none. He can feel the goodwill contained in this word and the grand background hidden behind it.
"Thank you, Director Chen. I'll take my leave then. The share transfer document is in the purse downstairs." Zhu Tong drank some water and stood up; "If Director Chen copies the word Jiubian every day, you will live a long life."
"Very good, I believe Wanghai Company will achieve great development soon."
Director Chen glanced at the desk and when he sent Zhu Tong to the door, he said again: "Mr. Li, I hope you can serve as the general manager of Wanghai Company."
"Yu Lan may not be a good helmsman, but she is a competent manager, and we trust her. Director Chen, I am destined to leave. It would be too unqualified for Mr. Ling to be the mayor there."
"Mr. Li, you can rest assured. He will be back soon. Our general manager will be very busy and no one will disturb Miss Yu anymore." Director Chen stretched out his hand, and Zhu Tong shook it with him.
The young man opened the car door for Zhu Tong and handed over four silver needles.
"I'll leave it to you as a souvenir. You are very good." After sitting in the car, Zhu Tong stuck his head out and said to Director Chen: "He is very good."
"Xiao Huang, Huang Jie; if Mr. Li Zaihao also thinks he is good, Huang Jie will be our representative in Wanghai Company."
Director Chen looked at the young man with a smile. Zhu Tong stretched out his hand to shake Huang Jie's hand: "You will like it there. Wanghai Company welcomes you."
"Chairman Li, you're welcome. I'm still studying. I can't do anything at Wanghai Company." Huang Jie was shocked, with a slight blush on his face.
When Zhu Tong saw Huang Jie blushing, he trembled for no reason; he was good at putting on such expressions, Huang Jie was not a simple character.
As the BMW 325 drove out of the small building, Zhu Tong turned on the air conditioner and let the cold wind blow away the sweat on his back.
Even though he was extra careful, he still felt like he was being restrained in front of Director Chen; the entire meeting only lasted half an hour, but the most dangerous part was only the last few minutes; Director Chen didn't say a few words, and Zhu Tong was
Have to speak.
Looking at CK, there was still plenty of time. Zhu Tong drove onto the coastal expressway, and the BMW 325 speed increased, passing one car after another. It was not until he saw the blue of the sea that Zhu Tong sorted out his thoughts.
Director Chen's situation has passed. Wanghai Company will be well taken care of, and at least they no longer have to worry about money. The Chen family originally wanted to use Wanghai Company's shell to launder money, but Zhu Tong gave them hope, and Chen
The director felt empowered.
It is almost a rule that corrupt officials believe more in Buddhism, but what they believe more in is their strength. Zhu Tong did not expect that Director Chen would actually have contacts with the great monk Qing Qing of the First Grade Golden Buddha.
Do you want to tell the old liar about the Golden Buddha? Zhu Tong thought for a long time and decided not to remind him; if the old liar can't even get over this hurdle, wouldn't his life in the world be in vain? As long as Zhumen exists, the old liar will be
safe.
It was nearly two o'clock, and Yu Lan was staring at the hands of her watch. The phone rang, and she quickly picked it up.
"Zhu Tong, are you okay?"
"Everything is normal. You can attend the afternoon ceremony. Yu Lan, I will drive the car to Qingdao and will inform you of the parking location in the evening."
As soon as the phone was hung up, the old liar walked into the general manager's office.
"Chairman, he said everything went well." Yu Lan wiped the corners of his eyes.
"Are you going to ask for leave?" The old liar has returned to normal, looking at Yu Lan kindly: "Go, when you see Zhu Tong, give him a kiss for me, as if you are a relative."
Yu Lan laughed and wiped his eyes: "Chairman, are you willing to let him go?"
"What if you are willing to give up? So what if you are reluctant to give up? He is a wild child, we can't keep him here." The old liar looked out the window, a look of yearning flashed on his face; he immediately returned to normal and gave Yu Lan an envelope: "Here
Give this to him and say - forget it, forget it, don't say anything, he will come back sooner or later, I know."
At this moment, the little liar was standing in the hospital, staring at the little girl on the bed through the glass window.
Half lying on the bed was a little girl with round cheeks. Although her face was a little pale, her eyes were rolling, and her face was full of mischief. She kept looking at the bottle of medicine on the infusion stand, feeling restless and uneasy.
Aunt Zhou was sitting by the bed. She was obviously a little haggard, but her complexion was still fair and rounded, nourished by a life of abundant food and clothing.
When he was young, Zhu Mei was the tail of the little liar; the little girl could also be said to be his burden; especially in those crazy moments, Zhu Mei's persistence or sudden intrusion often made Zhu Tong dumbfounded at critical moments.
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We haven’t seen each other for six years. Although the ten-year-old Zhu Mei is still childish, she still has some airs to her. She will grow up to be an eccentric beauty. She inherited her appearance from Aunt Zhou and her intelligence from the old liar.
After Zhu Tong made his judgment, he opened the door and walked in. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers and a cloth tiger.
Most of the roads in Qingdao are one-way streets, and you have to walk a long way from the coastal expressway to reach the highlights of this city.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the BMW 325 drove into the parking lot of the four-star Lido Hotel located on the seaside of Qingdao.
In the coffee shop on the third floor, as soon as Monkey sat down, Zhu Tong appeared opposite him.
"You were two days late this time. If it had been someone else, I wouldn't have come."
"We are friends, Monkey. Even if you have nothing to do, it's okay to come out and sit around. You are too careful." Zhu Tong took the handbag handed over by Monkey, "Is everything ready?"
"Okay;" There was a smile on the monkey's face, which was rare for him.
Zhu Tong looked at it carefully: "I'm very worried; he is a master's student. Although his tutor died last year, he is a famous master after all. He has many senior brothers; what if he meets a fellow student?"
"You are too worried." Monkey pointed out the key point: "The tutor I chose has stopped teaching students for a long time. This is the problem in traditional Chinese medicine, for fear that the secret recipe will be spread. His graduate students are all under the name, huh,
Compared with knowledge, it may not be better than you."
"You are really a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine." Monkey said to Zhu Tong and stretched out his hand: "You treated me, remember? I haven't had any pain in my waist for a few years. Traditional Chinese medicine is all about conquering the world with one trick, and your ability is better than that of most doctors.
clever."
Zhu Tong felt relieved, took the monkey's pulse a few more times, and threw him two pieces of dog-skin plaster: "Put it on your waist and eyes, monkey, don't blame me for not speaking well, your body can't stand the torment; you can't do that kind of thing every day, there will be many more in the future."
Bask in the sun."
"Hehe;" Monkey smiled sheepishly and put away the dog-skin plaster: "In our line of work, we can't go out often. What do you do if you don't do that? Should I pay you for this plaster?"
"You can't buy my plaster even if you have money. Monkey, did this person get a passport from you?"
Zhu Tong took out his Samsung phone and called up a photo of the old liar, which he secretly took.
The monkey recognized it for a while, then hesitantly said: "There are rules in the industry, and it is not convenient for me to reveal the client's information."
Zhu Tong chuckled lightly, the monkey had indirectly admitted that the old liar's stuff was made by him.
"I hope his passport can withstand the inspection. If there are any loopholes, they should be repaired as soon as possible. This is the price of this plaster. You will feel the effect after applying it. If you still need it, send an email to this email address."
Zhu Tong wrote a string of letters on the table with his fingers. The monkey read it twice and nodded to indicate that he had remembered it.
"Where is he now?" Zhu Tong asked about the real owner of this file. Monkey pointed to the sky: "He took drugs and was already half dead when he sold me his identity. That was February. He should be there now."
"It's a pity that he is another person who was harmed by drugs."
Monkey never stays in one place for more than ten minutes. After he left, Zhu Tong dialed Ye'er's phone number.
After the call ended, Zhu Tong was in a better mood, beckoned for a steak, savored it carefully, and drank a glass of strong wine. He had booked a train for tomorrow and would arrive in Shanghai in the morning the day after tomorrow, so he could see Ye'er.
He should have called Wang Juefei. Zhu Tong returned to the room and carefully checked the files that would be his, admiring Monkey's craftsmanship.
Li Xiang: 27 years old, native of Shandong, born in Baoding, Hebei, both parents died; he has lived with his uncle who is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor since childhood. After graduating from a second-class traditional Chinese medicine college, he was admitted to a famous master's degree program with an intermediate professional title.
Worked at Beijing Tongren Hospital.
The smart thing about Monkey is that he didn't go looking for a person named Li Xiang. He modified this person's information and changed his name to Li Xiang a year ago, which saved a lot of trouble. Zhu Tong estimates that this matter is not over yet.
, the money I paid to the monkey may not be enough to change the name this time.
But since the monkey didn't say more money, Zhu Tong couldn't give it. In addition to the business relationship, there was also a touch of friendship and trust between him and the monkey. He was a gentleman, better than ordinary gentlemen.
Wang Juefei was still living in dire straits. Although Zhu Tong gave him the assurance, the fear before the nightmare was so deep that he always wanted to pull something away. Zhu Tong was the straw in his mind.
As usual, he said some empty words to Wang Juefei, and after Zhu Tong promised to arrive in Shanghai within three days, he hung up on Wang Juefei's nagging and dialed Yu Lan's cell phone.
"I'll park your car at the Lido Hotel. I'll give you the key------you're in Qingdao? Yu Lan------."
On the second floor of Lyman, a famous nightclub in Qingdao, Zhu Tong found Yu Lan. She was half drunk and holding a bottle of martini with only one-fifth of it left.
Two Bengkejiakadin youths gathered around Yu Lan. Under the blurry light, Zhu Tong saw Yu Lan's cell phone in one of their hands.
"Get out, get out, get out!" Yu Lan struggled, and when he saw Zhu Tong smiled again, he whispered softly: "My lover is here, you guys get out."
The young man Kading glanced at Zhu Tong, and just as he was about to say something rude, the thing in his hand changed hands, his waist felt numb, and he fell down on the gorgeous floor.
Zhu Tong helped Yu Lan: "They have left. You shouldn't drink so much."
"I never thought I could drink so much;" Yu Lan shook the bottle, "When I drank the first cup, I thought you would call me after the third cup; later on, I forgot how many cups I drank; I wish you the best.
Tong, why do you want to come back? Why?"
Why? Zhu Tong himself didn't understand. He returned to Qingdao for Monkey's skills in issuing certificates, and why he returned to the small town? To get more old liars or to find the dream of his youth? He himself didn't understand which was more important.
After Zhu Tong and Yu Lan walked out of the Lehman, a figure of a night woman appeared in the corridor on the second floor. She was dressed in a sexy dark blue dress and sexy rose high heels, making her as mysterious as a blue cat haunting an old castle.
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"Brother, I saw him. You are right. He is a passionate prodigal and a ruthless lone wolf."
In the early morning, in the guest room on the tenth floor of Lido, Zhu Tong gently struggled to free himself from Yu Lan's entanglement.
Yu Lan was still sleeping, with traces of carnival remaining on her delicate body. The yellow blanket only covered half of her body. Her black hair was scattered, her face was buried in the shadow, and her snow-white arms and slender legs were stretched out casually.
Zhu Tong put on his clothes, stood in front of the bed and stared at Yu Lan, the girl in his dream when he was a boy. He slowly leaned down and put his face on her feet.
The door closed gently, Yu Lan opened her eyes, pulled up the blanket and shrank her body inside.
In the afternoon, at Qingdao Railway Station, Zhu Tong walked into another hotel and opened an hourly room. He was carrying several large paper bags.
Zhu Tong spent the whole morning shopping in the mall to buy himself an outfit; he had never been so embarrassed, not because of the price, but because of the matching of clothes; he was obviously not very good at it.
As soon as he entered the room, Zhu Tong took off his clothes and went into the bathroom to rinse his body. He used soap and shampoo over and over again until he felt that there was no suspicious smell on his body before he dried his body and walked out.
An hour later, Zhu Tong walked out of the hotel. He looked brand new inside and out. They were all brand-new mid-range brands, well-fitting and not ostentatious. Even his glasses were replaced with a pair of rimless frames, which made him look more elegant.
The BMW 325 was parked in the corner of the square in front of the station. After Yu Lan saw Zhu Tong off, he started the car and drove out of the parking lot, turned near the trestle, and shredded the envelope in his hand bit by bit.
The strong wind blew several flying pieces of paper to the sea. The originally white paper was wetted by the sea water, showing some red lines, and some strange charms and seal characters could be vaguely seen, sinking to the bottom of the sea.
The whistle blew and the train pulled out of Qingdao Station; Zhu Tong was sitting in the soft sleeper, with a smile on his lips, headphones on his ears, and a medical book in his hand as usual.
The train from Qingdao to Shanghai was frequented by people from all walks of life, not many, only one, Ma Ye, a master of traditional Chinese painting who lived in a private room next to Zhu Tong, also named Mei Ye.
Zhu Tong deliberately avoided having in-depth conversations with him. Master Ma had already recovered his master's demeanor, and with several apprentices serving him, he was not unkind to Zhu Tong, so everyone spent the trip happily.
When we walked out of Shanghai Station, it was already half morning.
Zhu Tong felt surprisingly good and picked up the phone to contact Ye'er and tell her that she had arrived.
"I want to see you now, Li Xiang. Come to Wuning Road. I want to take a look at you. It's Wuning South Road."
"I also want to see Ye'er, just wait, I'll be there right away."
"Hurry up, I'll wait for you at the roadside."
Zhu Tong called a taxi and told him the address. The driver looked at Zhu Tong with a strange expression.
We have to admit that people's energy and attention are limited. The little liar who is immersed in happiness is dull to everything around him. While reporting his progress to Ye'er on his mobile phone, he urges the driver to drive as fast as possible.
The closer they got to the agreed place, the more eager Zhu Tong felt, and he kept looking ahead.
Finally, the taxi slowed down, and Zhu Tong's eyes searched for Ye'er on the roadside, and his heart skipped a beat. In an instant, he fell straight from heaven to the cold hell.
Ye'er held a boat-shaped hat in her hand, with a solemn police badge behind her, and several police cars beside her. The Shanghai Public Security Bureau sign was not far away.
Ye'er, on the other hand, also wore a dark blue police uniform. Even though it was cold police blue, it still couldn't hide her slim figure and inner beauty.