The flying birds in the air swept past, leaving behind a sudden sound.

Mu Qin sat on the stone bench and leaned back slightly. Instead of continuing to be aggressive, he said very comfortably: "So, can we start?"

He was sure that he would not be rejected. This was developed through the experience of controlling the overall situation and speaking the same thing. Mu Qin's unique self-confidence.

Ruan He pulled his hat and said nothing, as if he had made a promise.

Mu Qin took out a photo and pushed it to him: "Help me check this person."

In the photo, it is a handsome and frivolous man, and it is Zhao Jin.

Ruan He looked at it and finally couldn't help but say, "Why don't you look for a private detective?"

Mu Qin said lazily: "Private detectives? Their goal is too big, and they may not be able to find out what I want." He knocked on the table, "What I want to know is something private."

Ruan He heard what he meant. There were many people who were bright and flawless on the surface, but the dirt in private would only be unscrupulously vented on the Internet.

He was a little hesitant. Mu Qin seemed to see this, and raised his lips at him and smiled: "Don't worry, I just want to have a foundation myself and will never use it for him."

For some reason, Ruan Hesheng did not doubt what this person said. Perhaps it was because he looked too powerful and dazzling. Such a person was indeed unnecessary, and it was impossible to believe that he would use any gray means to attack others.

"Okay." He reached out to pick up the photo, and Ruan He replied softly.

Seeing this, Mu Qin smiled and stretched out his hand to signal: "Happy cooperation."

Ruan Hedun a moment and slowly stretched out his hand. When he touched the warm and dry palm, his face under his hat turned red again without any notice. Just as he was about to withdraw it quickly, the man opposite him gently pinched his hand and sighed in such a tone: "It's really soft."

Ruan He shook, subconsciously pulled his hand back behind him, stammeringly unable to say a word, and his face was blushing and bleeding.

Mu Qin was a little surprised at his reaction: "Sorry."

"No, it's okay." Ruan He shook his head gently, his voice muffled.

Mu Qin didn't say much, he put a business card on the table: "This is my phone number, I have something to contact you." After that, he left casually.

In place, Ruan He stared at the business card for a long time. On the simple business card, there was only one name and a string of phone numbers - this was a private business card. Carefully put it in his pocket, he took out the photo and looked at it again.

This time, he found that the photo was written with simple information about the person to be investigated. The powerful handwriting made him think of his new employer in an instant.

Is it his word?

*

Back at the apartment, Ruan He took a shower and turned on his computer.

He first visited the forum he often went to and posted the article he wrote as usual. This is an article about how to improve existing system vulnerabilities. It is obviously obscure content, but he wrote it clearly and simply.

Less than a minute after it was released, several comments soon came:

"Sit on the sofa of God!"

"Worship the God in the front row."

"Worship the boss."

...

These replies without technical content were quickly deleted by the administrator ruthlessly. The rest were rational discussions and questions about the content of the article, and a high-rise building was quickly built.

Hundreds of comments are very rare in this forum, but it is not surprising to the big guy "R God". His skills are recognized as a hit of all the masters in China, and because of his low-key style of coming and going without a trace, he attracted a lot of brainless fans.

Ruan He picked a few representative doubts and replied, ignoring their excited "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He took out the photos that Mu Qin gave him. Scenes of the day appeared in his mind again during the day.

During the entire conversation with the new employer, the man was dominated throughout the whole process, and he had no ability to resist.

It was obviously not like this before... Even though he was not good at dealing with others, he was not a person who would not refuse. But that man, his strong aura, made people unable to refuse and unable to feel annoying.

Thinking of the two handshakes, the warm touch and the faint smell of aftershave, Ruan He's face turned slightly red. He shook his head, got rid of these distracting thoughts, and began his own investigation based on the information provided by Mu Qin.

Zhao Jin. He silently recited the name and felt curious. Is there anything special about this person?

Thinking of this, he quickly found out the identity of this person: the heir of Zhao Real Estate, a typical rich second generation. Following his public email address, the image of this person was gradually revealed.

He joked about women and showed off his ego with his friends... Among them, Ruan He discovered something like this: Zhao Jin once maliciously pursued a girl because of betting with his friends. Later, the girl became pregnant and committed suicide by jumping off the building in despair. Zhao Jin talked about this with his friend: "It's so fucking bad luck!"

Ruan He frowned in disgust. There were a few similar things next. Although they were hidden very well, they were still exposed bit by bit. After the end of the investigation, he felt a little nauseous.

There are actually such scumbags in this world, and such scumbags always live well... and smiled with self-deprecating smile. He suddenly remembered Mu Qin whom he saw today.

What is this person like?

Without checking Zhao Jin, Ruan He just searched for this name and countless information jumped out.

The helm of Jufeng Group, one of the most noteworthy young entrepreneurs in China, supporters of charity, and sports enthusiasts...

Before he knew it, Ruan He saw it late at night, and it took even longer than the time he used to investigate Zhao Jin. His heart was full of awe and admiration, and he was very eye-catching for this man who took over a huge enterprise at the age of 24 and now has extremely striking every move.

No wonder he is so strong and confident...

Ruan He was even more confused. How could such a man in a high position pay attention to an ordinary rich second generation like Zhao Jin?

He couldn't help but take out his cell phone and sent a message to Mu Qin according to the phone number on his business card: "Mr. Mu, I've checked the information you want almost. When will I give it to you?"

As soon as he sent it out, he suddenly regretted it again. Is this a little anxious? At this moment, will that person feel that he is not attentive?

Just as I was about to touch it and delete the message secretly, I quickly responded: "See you in Jufeng Shopping Mall tomorrow."

"Also, it's not my employee, please don't call me Mr. Mu."

Ruan He was stunned. Didn’t the other party fall asleep even though it was late at night like this? And his last sentence...

Ruan He pursed his lips, typed a string of words on his phone, and finally deleted them bit by bit, only replying to the word "good".

There was a "head touch" expression back there.

Ruan He: "..." His face turned red again.

Although he regards the Internet as his home, Ruan He is only interested in technology and does not understand the popular terms and expressions at all. He does not know that such expressions are very common politeness.

He felt his heart beating a little fast. This unfamiliar feeling made him unable to help touching his chest, showing a confused and at a loss.

Looking at this expression, Ruan He did not reply for a long time. He clicked on the keyboard again and again with his fingers, but he did not send a word out.

Sitting in the restaurant, Mu Qin looked at his watch. The appointment had passed. He frowned, got up and went out, and was about to call Ruan He when he saw a group of people gathered in the distance. One of the boys wearing black clothes, black pants and black shoes stood alone in the middle, particularly eye-catching.

——Ruan He.

He walked forward and heard a middle-aged woman's relentless voice: "It's you! You must have stole my wallet!"

The young man lowered his head without saying a word. The woman was even more angry and proud of this: "Look, isn't this acquiescence? I don't learn well at a young age! Hand over my wallet!"

Onlookers whispered beside each other, some watching the fun, some showing contempt... These all add aura to the woman, and she was about to pull the boy's clothes when she stepped forward.

——Stopped by one hand.

Mu Qin looked at her and smiled, "It's illegal to search your body, ma'am." His eyes were sharp, "What's the specific situation? Why don't you ask the police to investigate?"

The woman's face froze. Seeing Mu Qin picking up the phone and about to call, she couldn't help but take a two-step look and said with a sarcastic look: "Who are you? I'll meddle in other people's business!"

When the woman turned around and saw that the security guard was about to come here, she felt that she could not get any advantage. As she spoke, she suddenly ran away, leaving behind a confused onlookers.

It turned out to be a fool!

Sighing that the people who are trying to play are becoming more and more arrogant, the onlookers dispersed one after another. Mu Qin patted Ruan He on the shoulder: "Why don't you refute?"

Ruan He looked up blankly: "Ah?"

"If you act stronger, she will not dare to accuse you." Mu Qin said.

Ruan He blinked in confusion: "False accusation?" He showed a sudden look, "No wonder I can't find out why her wallet is gone."

Mu Qin: "..." He noticed that Ruan He lowered his head, actually looking at his phone. On his ordinary phone, a video was playing - a surveillance video from the mall.

For some reason, I suddenly wanted to laugh a little. Mu Qin really laughed, and touched the boy's head while laughing.

Are these technical ottomen so straightforward and cute?

Ruan He remembered the expression of "touching his head" last night.

He lowered his head embarrassedly and was about to speak, but his hand had already been put back.

Mu Qin withdrew his hand and turned to the restaurant. Ruan He followed and glanced at his phone, then he realized that he was late. He suddenly felt a little uneasy. Although there was a reason for this,...

"If you are wrong, you are wrong. What excuses are you looking for?" The woman's sharp voice sounded in her mind again. At the same time, there were the whimpers and begging for mercy of the children...

Mu Qin's clothes were pinched. It was very light, but he turned his head.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that it was Ruan He, he raised his eyebrows.

Ruan He's voice was very light and his lips were pale: "Sorry."

——No stuttering. Mu Qin's thoughts were dispersed for a moment: I wonder if this person had recited it secretly several times in his heart?

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To be continued...