"Shh."
Jiang Chen raised his hand to his mouth, signaling caution with his gesture.
Pei Yunxi’s expression was serene and indifferent.
Du Enqin, however, did not have such composure, finding amusent in Boss Jiang’s playful gesture.
"Mr. Jiang, rest assured, my lips are always sealed, I didn’t see anything just now."
Actually, it shouldn’t matter whether she makes that promise or not.
If they truly suspect her, how could she have seen what just happened?
Jiang Chen’s eyes showed appreciation, and he then said, "If you’re willing, you can hand your people over to Xu Kuan; without ntioning anything else, the security level of Peace Hotel will surely go up a notch."
Indeed!
Having already anticipated sothing, Du Enqin’s heart skipped a beat, and she montarily lost control of her expression, her body instinctively tensed.
Whether she understood feng shui was debatable, but her ability to judge people was exceptional.
Think about it, she interacts with countless people coming in and out of the hotel every day.
Just now, when those few people walked in, she distinctly felt a strong aura of iron and fire.
This aura, Wei Yi had it too.
Coupled with Mr. Jiang’s words earlier...
Those people weren’t here as re guests; they clearly had a mission and tasks to accomplish.
No wonder they had no nas.
She’s increasingly understanding why her predecessor, or rather her predecessor’s predecessor, ended up failing, and after the defeat, they still graciously pointed out this clear path to her.
"Mr. Jiang isn’t joking with , right? Do I have such good fortune? Surely there’s no fee involved?"
"If you want to pay a fee, that’s not impossible either."
Du Enqin shot him a glance, not intentionally, but as an instinctive gesture, yet her ensuing words might seem sowhat inappropriate.
"Isn’t everything I have now yours, Mr. Jiang?"
Pei Yunxi simply didn’t speak; she wasn’t deaf or blind; she was still there beside them.
Yet Du Enqin’s words, while seemingly faulty, also seed perfectly reasonable.
It depends on the perspective of the interpretation.
Just like if you view the world with a tainted lens, there won’t be a clean spot anywhere.
Was Pei Yunxi tainted?
The answer was no.
They were certainly discussing business.
Jiang Chen remained unapologetic, typically eager to make a serious point and imdiately clarify, but he didn’t; instead, he added, "I only need Boss Du’s sincere intentions."
The more he said, the more it revealed his straightforwardness.
Du Enqin opened her mouth, probably wanting to continue jesting, but realizing Pei Yunxi was still close by, she pursed her lips.
Despite the joking atmosphere, her mind was continuously racing.
At this ti, with visitors from ho, what is Mr. Jiang intending to do?
It appeared to be just eight people.
But there’s always been a tradition in the East.
The fewer words, the bigger the matter.
They didn’t even ntion nas.
The climate outside was delightful.
But Du Enqin could clearly sense the endless encroaching dark clouds spreading onward.
"By the way, there’s sothing I need to trouble you with."
Jiang Chen’s voice broke Du Enqin’s thoughts.
Du Enqin’s deanor beca more serious, "Mr. Jiang, please instruct."
"No need to be tense, it’s a small matter."
Jiang Chen spoke lightly, "Help bring soone back."
First it was finding soone, now it’s bringing soone?
Then, Pei Yunxi saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a card wrapped in paper.
Du Enqin stepped forward, took it, then looked up at Jiang Chen.
Seeing no reaction from him, she then unfolded the wrapping paper.
Inside was a photograph, larger than a passport photo but smaller than a regular photo, featuring only one person, a woman with fierce eyes, clearly not soone to ss with.
Looking at the target in the photo, Du Enqin involuntarily paused, then raised her head, half-believing, "Is this... Wei Hong?"
Pei Yunxi surely didn’t know who this person was.
"Yes."
Jiang Chen nodded, casually, "Ti and location are on the back."
Du Enqin couldn’t help but look down, instinctively flipping the picture over, and sure enough, saw a line of small text on the back.
Ti.
Location.
Person.
All three elents were there.
This truly wasn’t a task that needed much effort.
Yet, seeing the precise minute details on the back of the photo, Du Enqin’s mind was in turmoil.
An outsider watching the scene.
An insider understanding the intricacies.
Her business involved collecting various information, in other words, intelligence work, so she clearly understood how unbelievable it was to obtain such precise information.
Who was Wei Hong?
She was the eldest daughter of Wei Family’s Family Head from Myanmar, once known to all as the Queen of Telefraud, who for a long ti dictated her own terms.
But like her na suggests, flowers don’t stay red for a hundred days. With the powerful rise of the Allies, crackdowns on telefraud escalated; the son of the Wei Family Head was hanged alive in the family’s own courtyard, executed personally by Wei Yi.
And soon after, the eldest daughter Wei Hong also mysteriously disappeared from public view, signaling the decline of the previously unstoppable Wei clan.
The outside world remained ignorant, not knowing what had truly transpired, but Du Enqin knew.
Wei Hong was forced to relinquish power, even going abroad to ensure her survival.
So is she back now?
But why return?
Setting aside those questions.
For Wei Hong’s safety, her whereabouts must be kept highly confidential within the Wei clan.
So.
Where did these things in her hand co from?
Even as an expert, she hadn’t received any hint.
"...Mr. Jiang, may I ask where this information ca from?"
"Have you ever studied our military strategy over there?"
Jiang Chen suddenly asked.
Du Enqin instinctively nodded.
"How long have you been studying it?"
Jiang Chen continued.
Du Enqin was puzzled, but still frowned, thinking seriously, "I started reading about seven or eight years ago; the exact duration, I can’t rember."
Reading.
Learning leads to progress.
To succeed, one must read widely.
"You’ve studied for seven or eight years, but do you know how long we’ve been studying?"
Looking at his gentle smiling face, Du Enqin was stunned.
How long have they been studying?
Shen Zhou is one of the four ancient civilizations, also the only one still existing today.
Its history spans several thousand years.
Du Enqin held the photo as she dazedly smiled bitterly.
"Seems like Mr. Jiang doesn’t need at all."
Feeling a bit discouraged.
It’s true.
Losing isn’t scary.
Everyone has weaknesses.
The scary part is being crushed in your field of expertise, even relentlessly overwheld.
"If I didn’t need you, why would I ask you for help?"
The Peace Hotel’s female owner, in a daze, didn’t care that Pei Yunxi was right there, speaking in a tone of helplessness and even a hint of grievance, "Specific location, exact ti; Mr. Jiang probably even knows precisely what she’ll wear at the ti... Since you have all this, wouldn’t it be easier for you do it yourself; why bother using ?"
Jiang Chen shook his head, "This is your territory after all, it’s more prudent if you handle it."
What is trust.
Or more accurately, encouragent.
No resentnt over the previous failed action at all.
ss up at work, yet the boss doesn’t bla; it’s indeed worth being grateful, but more rare is a boss who not only doesn’t bla but is willing to give you a second chance.
Du Enqin suddenly found herself feeling a thread of gratitude.
Only she knew how unlikely such a feeling was for soone like her.
"Mr. Jiang isn’t afraid I’ll ss it up again?"
"Everyone trips sotis; the important thing is whether you can get back up, which concerns courage and confidence."
Jiang Chen calmly said, "If you’re not willing..."
Not waiting for him to finish, Du Enqin clenched the photo tightly, retracting her hand to put it down.
"If I fail again this ti, I will disappear from Mr. Jiang’s sight forever."
"Stop being a jinx."
Jiang Chen laughed.
Du Enqin laughed too.
Pei Yunxi remained silent throughout.
This fellow.
Was he showcasing his prowess in handling won?
Hmm.
Watching from start to finish.
Quite sophisticated.
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