Jiang Yao obviously knew who he was talking about. He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, frowning slightly: "What on earth does he want from me?"
The assistant shook his head: "I don't know."
The assistant was also confused: "He has been coming to the company since this morning. The front desk asked him to register, but he refused. He didn't tell us his name, but just said he wanted to see you and Mr. Jiang. The front desk asked him why he wanted to see you, but he still didn't say a word. He has been following you since this morning, and now it's almost noon, but he's gone! I'm worried..."
"This is Beijing City, he doesn't dare to do anything rash." Jiang Yao was calmer than him and raised his hand to stop him from speaking.
The assistant hesitated to speak.
Jiang Yao took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, wiped his fingertips, and said to him, "Please help me keep an eye on the customers. I'm going to the bathroom."
The assistant was apprehensive: "Okay."
Jiang Yao looked back at the customers who were still admiring the ancient building, then walked towards the public restroom next to him.
Jiang Yao grew up in Beijing.
The Jiang family lives some distance away from here, but as a member of Beijing, Jiang Yao has come here often and has been to the ancient buildings several times.
So Jiang Yao was very familiar with this area. He knew where to buy water and where the toilet was.
He didn't let his assistant follow him and walked a few steps alone when a dark shadow suddenly jumped out of the crowd and blocked his way.
Most people would scream in fear if they encountered such an unexpected accident.
Jiang Yao had stayed in the illegal area for some time after all, and had seen too many things that were ten thousand times more terrifying than this danger. Instead, he was not too frightened and calmed down quickly.
He saw clearly the person who was blocking his way.
I was stunned immediately.
"It's you?"
"Mr. Jiang."
The person who blocked his way was the middle-aged man that the assistant had just said 'no see'.
The middle-aged man was probably in his early fifties, wearing a stand-up collar sweatshirt and brand name items with conspicuous logos all over his body. His face was well maintained and he had a patent leather bag tucked under his elbow.
Judging from his clothes alone, Jiang Yao thought he was a nouveau riche, and quickly searched in his mind whether the Jiang family had such a partner.
Although he doesn't usually interact with people in top circles, he is still a well-known figure after all.
He thought for a long time but couldn't find such a person in his mind.
Fortunately, the middle-aged man who blocked his way introduced himself without him asking: "I am Qiao Weiguo, Qiao Weimin's younger brother."
Jiang Yao went over these two names in his mind and his expression eased: "You are a relative of Qiao Nian's adoptive parents..."
When Qiao Weiguo heard him mention Qiao Nian's name, his expression darkened visibly, but he quickly concealed it.
Her eyes dodged and she grabbed his hand: "Can you help me contact her? I have something to talk to her about."
Jiang Yao pulled away without leaving a trace: "I'm sorry, I can't help you."
Qiao Weiguo held his hand tightly, not letting him go: "Why?"
Jiang Yao frowned, but didn't shake off his hand. Considering that he was half a relative of Qiao Nian, he patiently said, "She seldom contacts us."
"Humph." Qiao Weiguo sneered, as if mocking something, his eyes were a little unfocused, and his expression became ferocious: "I thought she only treated us like this, but I didn't expect she would do the same to you relatives!"
When Jiang Yao saw him becoming emotional, he felt a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart, and immediately pulled Qiao Weiguo's hand with his hand: "Let me go first."
(End of this chapter)