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Undoubtedly, it is not an easy task to find the desired answer from the room that Pan Anchang rented.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a hotel room without guests.

The tall man who found nothing quickly left the room, but if someone could look closely at his eyes, he could see a smile from them.

It seemed that he had found what he was looking for!

……

This morning, Pan An was woken up by Ye Xiaoxiao and Shen Mili.

Because there are two thousand and one million cash in the car, even if Pan An personally guards them, they still feel hot, and they should deposit it in the bank as soon as possible to be at ease.

For this reason, apart from washing time, Pan An didn't even have breakfast, and was urged by the two of them to rush to the nearest bank.

On the way, Ye Xiaoxiao looked away from the sacks on the back seat and sighed faintly.

If the money can be used, her plan can start to operate now, and when Liu Xinnian becomes famous, she can definitely seize the biggest opportunity.

It's a pity that this money was paid by Pan An to Shen Mili, and it will be used this weekend, so there is no possibility of misappropriating it.

After she calmed down, the resentment in Ye Xiaoxiao's heart also dissipated, and her mood quickly returned to normal: "Xiaoli, why don't sisters give you a week off so that you can go to court with peace of mind? You can't Confirm how much money the lawsuit can recover for your family. After the money is returned to the creditor, it is equivalent to owed [-] million. If you lose your job..."

Shen Mili's eyes immediately turned red, and she looked like she was about to cry: "Sister Ye, this is not good!"

Of course she knew that Ye Xiaoxiao's arrangement was the best choice for her, but in this way, Ye Xiaoxiao would have to shoulder her job during the period of her leave.

Among other things, the off-duty time alone has to be pushed back by more than half an hour.

"What's wrong! Your big brother Pan is a local tyrant, and he can support you financially, so that you don't have to worry about the future. Sister Ye can't do it, she can only support you in action."

Ye Xiaoxiao said proudly: "That's the decision!"

Then, there was no more, Shen Mili was moved and cried all the way, and Ye Xiaoxiao comforted him all the way.

……

Zhang Yijin was sitting on the sofa in the living room of the mansion, while tasting the Kung Fu tea that Xiaocui personally brewed for him, from time to time he glanced outside the open gate of the villa.

In the whole house, apart from the two of them, even Zhang Butian was kicked out early today.

As if seeing her man's anxiety, Xiao Cui comforted her softly, "This private detective has the best reputation in the country, no matter what the results are, he will deliver the results to the employer on time. And he is very punctual, since he said If you come over after ten o'clock, it will definitely appear at this point, Brother Jin, you don't have to think about it."

"Hehe..." Zhang Yijin laughed awkwardly, glanced over the grandfather clock, and then began to drink tea quietly from Shan Ruliu, and his whole body changed accordingly, no less than those old wise men who are indifferent to everything.

Who would have believed that this guy used to be a street thug with a sloppy face?
Since Xiaocui appeared, not only has he climbed to the throne of the overlord of Qiaokou District step by step, but also the code of conduct has been subtly influenced by Xiaocui, as if he had changed, not at all compared to those families who are powerful or wealthy The son of the big door of the gate is sent there.

It's just that what people have cultivated in just ten years or so can't compare to the accumulation of things from childhood to adulthood!

No, when he didn't know how many times he picked up the teacup, but suddenly found a man sitting on the sofa opposite, his hand still couldn't help shaking and spilled a lot of tea.

It was a 25-year-old young man, wearing a close-fitting silver-white autumn suit, with a cropped cut, handsome facial features, and a look full of laziness with his legs crossed, but his eyes were full of determination.

When Zhang Yijin looked at the other party silently, Xiaocui handed over the tea that had already been poured in a very standard respectful manner: "Sir, please use tea!"

The man was not polite at all, he stretched out his hand, and before Xiaocui was ready, he easily took the teacup.

He put the teacup to his lips, squinted his eyes and smelled it, then took a sip, and was soon disappointed: "The beauty just now is very good at making kung fu tea, but it's a pity that this tea is not worthy of this tea." Worked hard."

"Since Mr. understands tea, it should not be difficult to know that the tea leaves that are worthy of my kung fu tea skills are not something ordinary people like us can peek at. Instead of choosing those leftovers to force yourself to be arty, it is better to find another way to enjoy yourself!"

"I'd rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail? Good ambition!"

Zhang Yi slapped his lips hard, feeling a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help sabotaging: "Mr. you have worked hard during this time!"

The man put down his teacup, rubbed his hands, lazily returned to the sofa, and responded, "The boss gives me money, and I will do the work. We each get what we need, and hard work is not the limit."

Xiaocui sighed secretly, then took the conversation and asked, "Sir, is there any result?"

"Although it's not as satisfactory, it's worthy of your commission." The man nodded, but he didn't mean to be tricky: "You can't afford to mess with that man. Since he doesn't intend to continue to trouble you, you can just Stop looking for trouble!"

Zhang Yijin raised his brows, and felt that all the blood in his body rushed to the top of his forehead.

A few million down, that's all?Are you a private detective or a magician?Is it really easy to get money from labor and capital?
"Thanks for your hard work, sir!" Seeing Zhang Yijin's expression, Xiaocui hurriedly handed over the remaining commission check: "Sir, I don't know that one of our friends was assassinated a few days ago. We suspect it was done by that man, we really don't want to offend him, but we don't want to be targeted by him without knowing it..."

"Beauty, the friend you mentioned is nicknamed Black Dragon, right?"

The man shook his head: "If this is what you want to investigate, I can tell you clearly now that the matter of Heilong has nothing to do with him. If he wanted to kill Heilong, there are countless ways, and assassinating him in the street is even more difficult." The result of saving the life of the black dragon is absolutely impossible."

Zhang Yijin suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked with a smile: "If we want to ask Mr. to kill that man, I don't know how much it will cost..."

The man glanced at him, as if looking at a fool: "I use my money to spend, not to buy urns. It's your business if you want to die, so I won't accompany you!"

After leaving this sentence, the man got up and was about to leave.