Going around and going around, in the end, they still have to steal money from Yan Qing.
Zhan Wuyou felt quite ashamed.
But the work is quite neat.
"Find a good escaper from 'Confusion'. He is 173 in height, 115 in weight, and his body shape is similar to mine. After the order is successful, he will share 30% of it."
The liaison officer took the order for Zhan Wuyou, and entered the attached order without any hesitation, "Your height is 173? Isn't it more?"
Zhan Wuyou is 177cm tall, but when he stole the mask in France, he shrank very much.
The difference between 173 and 177 is enough to be regarded as two people, which is also his last insurance.
As he who had been in charge of the Yan family's intelligence network for many years in his previous life, he didn't want to personally experience the difficulty of being targeted by the intelligence network.
"If you find someone, send me the message on the cloud." Zhan Wuyou took the cigar out of his teeth, stared at the shallow tooth marks on it, felt that it was not too obvious, and put it back for Yan Qing.
After thinking about it, he dialed it again with his hand, and turned the place with tooth marks downward.
"Pay attention to check before eight o'clock in the evening." The liaison officer already has several suitable candidates.
According to his usual habits, he should have ruthlessly hung up the phone when he was talking about this.
But the two became allies, and the big event failed, and the allies had to go to the Yan family's security zone to play wild.
He had to remind Zhan Wuyou tactfully, "Is there anything else I need to do? If you are caught, it may be difficult for me to find an ally who is more like you."
Zhan Wuyou, "If you hear about her and 'Zhong', contact me as soon as possible."
"certainly."
After confirming that the allies have not forgotten their business, the liaison officer hangs up the phone in satisfaction.
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Ruan Baichun really wanted to contact 'Zhong', but this mysterious figure who has never seen the end of the dragon has recently closed all communication channels.
She has a wider network than the liaison officer, and vaguely heard that a relative of this mysterious person with real power has died in his family, and she has not seen anyone recently.
Ruan Baichun could bear his temper and could afford to wait for a month.
Her calm appearance annoyed Zhan Zongyan who was recovering.
He stepped on the coffee table.
'Boom! ' There was a loud bang.
As the side of the coffee table was knocked to the ground, the glass on the surface was blown to pieces.
Some of the broken glass shards that were ejected scratched Ruan Baichun's feet, tearing her light-colored stockings to a small opening.
Ruan Baichun has long been used to his temper tantrum every time he recovers.
But she has never been a loving mother, and she naturally did not accommodate Zhan Zongyan when she lost her temper. Her tone was full of impatience and warning, "What are you doing?"
Sitting on the sofa, Shi Guangzong kicked the sofa carelessly on the coffee table that had been turned over, and asked with a generous attitude, "Where's that dog!"
Ruan Baichun frowned, "What dog?"
"That dog Zhan Wuyou!" Zhan Zongyan stared. There is still a bracket used to fix the bridge of the nose on his nasal bone, and there are blue and purple scars around the eye sockets that are unique to the postoperative recovery period, which looks very ugly.
"Isn't that bitch discharged from the hospital? There should be a result if she is killed or punished, what's the matter? I don't want to return my dog!"
Zhan Zongyan suspected that the operation had failed. For some reason, it has been several days, and it feels like there is an awl in my head.
He is not feeling well, and his temper is getting worse.
"Call Yan's family, even if you cripple him, you have to get it back!"
"Staying worry-free by Yan Qing's side is more valuable than staying with you." Ruan Baichun had already tasted the sweetness of Zhan Wuyou's mission with Yan Qing, so naturally he would not be in a hurry to call him back.
But Zhan Zongyan was dissatisfied, he yelled like a rooster about to go to the arena, "What's the value! A dog's greatest value is to please his master!"
"Stop making trouble." Ruan Baichun looked unhappy. Her biggest expectation for this son is to play a good role as the young master of the Zhan family and not to do other superfluous things. "Worriless has something to deal with, and I won't be coming back soon."
Zhan Zongyan looked at her fixedly, and after confirming that there was no room for change in this matter, he lay down on the sofa and said with dark eyes, "You threw my dog out, and you have to pay me for another one!"
"Who do you want?" Ruan Baichun also said neatly.
Slapping a jujube, she has already done it.
Zhan Zongyan sat on the chair and thought for a while, "Who in your organization plays well with Zhan Wuyou
"No."
'Confused' is not Ruan Baichun's one-person hall, and she is not so absurd as to spoil Zhan Zongyan with the seedlings she picked.
Those are all cash cows that can make money, and any one that is broken is a kind of loss.
Not to mention that there are several children in it, but they are pawns that she buried more than 20 years ago.
"Are you kidding me?" Zhan Zongyan was annoyed.
He raised his body and glared at Ruan Baichun angrily. The eyebrows and eyes that were three points similar to hers were full of unruly, and he raised his neck and said, "If you can't give me a new dog, call Zhan Wuyou back." He changed his face very quickly, and before Ruan Baichun refused him again, he took the initiative to lower his request , "I only want him to come back for an hour!"
This was like his final bottom line. After he finished speaking, he stared straight at Ruan Baichun, squeezing out every word from his teeth, "An hour and a new dog, you choose."
Ruan Baichun fell silent.
Naturally, there is no comparison between an hour and being played with a cash cow.
From this point of view, it is acceptable for Zhan Wuyou to come back for an hour.
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Zhan Wuyou's phone didn't ring other than when it was thrown into Yan Qing's pocket.
But today, it moves extra lively.
The name that jumped on it stabbed Zhan Wuyou's eyes even more.
Ruan Baichun, a woman who goes to the Three Treasures Hall for everything.
He answered the phone, listening to Ruan Baichun's assertive voice floating from the phone. "Worriless, go home, keep secret, don't be discovered by Yan Qing."
Zhan Wuyou leaned closer to the phone and said regretfully, "Sorry, I can't make it through today."
On the other end of the phone, Ruan Baichun's expression became seriously serious.
Being confronted by Zhan Zongyan, she could tolerate it because it was her child and it was within her bottom line. But Zhan Wuyou, any rejection by him would be stepping on her bottom.
Her voice was cold, like a spineless reptile floating on the skin, "Wuyou, what is the punishment for a disobedient bad boy, remember?"
Zhan Wuyou: "..." Having been in power for so many years, I almost forgot that Zhan Wuyou ten years ago hadn't revealed Ruan Baichun's true face.
It is far from having the power to bargain with Ruan Baichun.
Now is not the time to tear your face.
He carefully recalled his attitude towards Ruan Baichun when he was young—expectation, attachment, and unconditional obedience.
He coughed a few times, disguised his voice as apologetic and respectful, and explained softly, "I was injured, and Yan Qing sent someone to guard the door, and I won't be able to come out in the near future."
Ruan Baichun was dubious, "What kind of injury did you get?" As far as she knew, Zhan Wuyou had just returned from France with Yan Qing not long ago, and he could run and jump, so he could suffer any injuries that could not return home.
As if it was hard to say, Zhan Wuyou babbled for a while before saying, "I climbed into Yan Qing's bed, he has eccentricities..."
'Confusion' is not a job that has not been taught to serve people.
But Zhan Wuyou, who was able to fill up all his skills, couldn't stand the toss.
This eccentricity mostly rose to abuse.
[The author has something to say]: On the way to the hospital, Yan Qing, a subordinate who slapped his little wife in the face: ... People are walking on the road to protect their wives, and the pot comes from the sky! It was thrown by my beloved wife herself!
Zhan Wuyou (very pitiful): Huh.
Yan Qing (sigh): Forget it, let’s just bear it. (Tune changes, sneering) There is always time for implementation.