After thinking this way, Li Jincheng sent another email to the detective agency named Song Heqiao, asking them if they were willing to take another business from him.
The person from the detective agency quickly replied and said yes, and indicated the price at the end of the letter.
Seeing that text message, Li Jincheng couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.
Because he wanted to please a few people in the Li family, he spent all his money on these people. Even Li Jiajun's new European car was purchased by him with his own savings the year before last. Celebrating his college graduation.
On the last commission, Li Jincheng had already spent all his emergency savings. In desperation, he had no choice but to call Song Liubai, his mentor in college.
The university that Li Jincheng studied in was one of the most famous in Hong Kong Island, and his tutor Song Liubai was even more famous.
He was originally a doctoral supervisor, but later he got to know Li Jincheng when he took over a class for his sick friend.
Li Jincheng was already in his sophomore year when he met him. Song Liubai taught the aesthetic type of Tang poetry and Song lyrics. Because Li Jincheng had a special liking for Song poetry and he had his own different opinions on it, Song Liubai gradually favored him.
Song Liubai was an authentic scholar, and his deep sense of mission made him spare no effort in promoting Chinese culture.
He feels that this kind of thing should start from children, so every year he jointly publishes several easy-to-understand poetry analysis books with the Hong Kong government and professors from other well-known universities.
In addition, he will also recruit young talents who he believes have certain talents and potential in this area.
When Li Jincheng insisted on teaching at the primary school where he is now, Song Liubai refused to answer his calls for half a year because he was angry.
At that time, he hoped that Li Jincheng would take the postgraduate entrance examination to continue his studies and become an expert in this field like him. Unfortunately, at that time, Li Jincheng felt obliged to reduce the burden on his family even if his family was not short of money.
But his understanding and patience are probably nothing in the eyes of those who don't care about him at all.
After thinking this way, the smile on Li Jincheng's face became even more wanton.
"Jincheng?"
Before Li Jincheng could say anything, Song Liubai lowered his voice and said, "I'm in a meeting. I'll call you later!"
Song Liubai is very famous in Hong Kong Island. He holds endless meetings every day. Every once in a while, he flies abroad to conduct academic exchanges with people.
Li Jincheng understood this. In the afternoon of the next day, he received another call from Song Liubai.
Hearing Li Jincheng's words, Song Liubai seemed very pleased, but thinking of his wasted years, he still couldn't help but complain a few times.
"Teacher, can I get an advance on my salary?"
"Short of money?"
"yes."
Song Liubai had no choice but to give him the number of his assistant and asked him to contact him himself.
Song Liubai is passionate about Chinese quintessence, but he is not pedantic. He is good at brainstorming and drawing on the strengths of each school. Therefore, in the next three months, Li Jincheng will enter his studio to complete this year's set of poems with others. Analysis writing.
He should have said hello to his assistant. Li Jincheng had a few words with the assistant named Yuan, and soon, she transferred part of Li Jincheng's remuneration to his account.
Li Jincheng transferred money to the detective agency's account through online banking, and his part-time job also started this weekend.
Song Liubai's studio is located in the university where Li Jincheng once studied. It is an antique single-family building hidden in the shade of greenery. This is a unique existence in Hong Kong Island, which is full of colonial architectural styles.
This set of poetry analysis is divided into three parts, Tang poetry, Song poetry, and Yuan music. Li Jincheng is divided into Song poetry.
The eight people who worked with him, except Li Jincheng, either stayed in this school to teach or had just studied for Ph.D.s. Fortunately, they were about the same age and they all liked Song poetry, so the atmosphere around them was relaxed and pleasant.
The analysis of Song poetry is also divided into three parts, an introduction to the author, an explanation of uncommon words, and a general summary and description of the content of the poem. What Li Jincheng and the others need to complete is the third part, otherwise they will add the first two items. The heavy workload may not be completed within a year.
After they completed their respective work, Song Liubai and others selected and revised it, and finally compiled it into a volume and submitted it to the publishing house for publication.
Just after coming out of school that day, Li Jincheng received a call from He Zhenxuan.
Because they are busy, the two of them can only contact each other by phone or text message this week.
Just after telling him where he was, Li Jincheng saw a middle-aged man walking towards him.
"Master Jincheng?"
Li Jincheng nodded, and the middle-aged man led him to a black European car parked at the school gate.
He Zhenxuan was sitting there, wearing a light gray shirt, fully buttoned, with outstanding appearance, cold temperament, and an aura of asceticism exuding from his whole body.
In addition, his behavior seemed very elegant. Even when Li Jincheng pushed him into the Western restaurant, he looked calm.
Li Jincheng was not a fan of Western food, but he was too hungry. After devouring a lot of food, he said, "It's not as delicious as your food."
The wrinkled nose made him look childish. He Zhenxuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Then we will eat at home."
Hearing his choice of words, Li Jincheng just laughed.
After dinner, He Zhenxuan took Li Jincheng to watch a drama.
This was one of Li Jincheng's few hobbies. When he pushed He Zhenxuan into the venue, he just felt that He Zhenxuan should have read his information before.
This play is very famous and has been popular for more than ten years. The director is from Taiwan, and the actors in it are all popular stars with talents from both sides of the Taiwan Strait. Li Jincheng was originally looking forward to it, but he was too tired. In less than half an hour, He fell asleep in the cadence of the actors' pronunciation on the stage.
Just as he was about to lean on the chair and fall asleep, he felt He Zhenxuan next to him carefully resting his head on his shoulder, as if to make him more comfortable, he also adjusted his sitting posture.
Li Jincheng was a little moved, but unfortunately he died once. The only lesson death taught him was that he could only rely on himself in everything.
When he was woken up by He Zhenxuan, Li Jincheng was not really awake yet. He looked at He Zhenxuan with confused eyes for a while, and then he said: "Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep just now..."
"It doesn't matter, they will stay here for a full month." After thinking about it, He Zhenxuan added: "If you are very tired in the future, just call me. We don't have to meet."
"It's just this half month. I shouldn't be so busy after half a month."
He Zhenxuan nodded and handed him another beautifully packaged box.
"What?"
After opening the box, Li Jincheng discovered that there were twenty neatly folded men's handkerchiefs inside, which were soft to the touch and covered with pairs of black letters g on a brown background.
"Why did you give me this?"
"I saw you using it last time."
After being reminded by him, Li Jincheng remembered that he had wiped He Zhenxuan's sweat with a handkerchief the last time they practiced walking.
Li Jincheng once again expressed his gratitude for his thoughtfulness and attentiveness. Thinking of the children in his class, he smiled and thanked them.
"By the way, how are your feet? Do you dare to step on the ground hard?"
"I dare you, but the doctor said I shouldn't be too anxious and should take it step by step."
"Everything the doctor says is right, you have to listen to him!"
His tone and expression were like talking to a child. He Zhenxuan looked at him and felt that he was much more lively and cheerful than when they met two times before.
Just as he was about to say something, Li Jincheng had already opened the car door and said, "I'm here, Zhenxuan, thank you, and good night."
There was a soft and warm touch on his lips. He Zhenxuan stretched out his hand to cover it. After a while, he remembered and turned around.
Li Jincheng was wearing a white T-shirt and carrying a black backpack. He had a tall and straight figure. Soon, his back merged into the boundless night.
It wasn't until he disappeared that He Zhenxuan turned back and whispered: "Go home."
As Li Jincheng guessed, except for the unformed relationship when he was seventeen, He Zhenxuan had never been in a formal relationship with anyone.
Not long after arriving home, Uncle Shao finally couldn't bear it and asked, "Zhenxuan, did something happen?"
After returning home, he sat in the living room uncharacteristically, seemingly in a daze, but after a while, he would cover his right cheek and reveal an unknown smile.
After Uncle Shao finished asking this question, he suddenly remembered that this was a sign of love!
When He Zhenxuan raised his head, he saw Uncle Shao and Grandpa staring closely at him.
"Zhenxuan, do you like it so much?"
He Zhenxuan looked at his grandfather with a smile and said nothing.
"Since you like him so much, you should propose to him as soon as possible!"
Seeing He Zongtong shake out the newspaper in his hand, He Zhenxuan said hesitantly: "Are you a little too hasty?"
"Stupid! Jincheng is so popular, what if someone else snatches it away?"
After hearing what he said, He Zhenxuan suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart.
Anyone who goes to work probably dreads Monday.
Li Jincheng had no day off all week, and when he finally waited until school was over, he heard his cell phone ringing.
Seeing the caller ID, Li Jincheng realized that he had not deleted Liao Changyuan's mobile phone number.
He didn't hate Liao Yuanyuan. Sometimes he was even grateful to this person, thinking that if it weren't for Liao Yuanyuan, he might still not know the true cause of his mother's death.
And for people like Liao Changyuan, his hatred for him may only turn into some kind of praise for him, so he doesn't bother to hate him.
After throwing the phone aside, Li Jincheng concentrated on reversing the car.
There are speed limits near the school. Li Jincheng drove out of the school gate and was about to turn right when someone suddenly rushed out and stopped his car.
Looking at Liao Changyuan lying on the hood of his car, Li Jincheng unconsciously pursed his lips into a straight line and looked at him expressionlessly.