The waiter opened the door of the Chuzheng box and put down the things.

"People are gone?"

"Go." The waiter said.

Chuzheng took the cash to her: "No one knows what happened today."

The waiter collected the money: "I don't know anything."

The waiter enthusiastically pushed out, and Chu Zheng turned on his cell phone and checked the contents.

My father should be **** to death.

Chu Zheng thought about it, but didn't immediately send the things to Father Chi. Hearing their conversation, it was obvious that he had other purposes.

This kind of thing is of course better to die at once.

It's too much trouble to resurrect.

Just say that it is better to do it, and no troubles.

The **** has to do so much! !

Chu Zheng got up and left the box. Just as he passed the two box doors, the door in front was opened.

"An Ji, you are thinking about it."

"Sorry, don't think about it, I refuse."

"An Ji, you don't want to think about what's your situation now." The man said earnestly: "How many people can help you now? No matter how good your work is, no one will give it to you. Who can see it? I can give it now. Yours is already the best treatment, peaceful, don’t pick and choose, do you still have to choose now?"

An Ji's body tightened: "I would rather not come out..."

"Why not come out."

The girl's clear and ethereal voice came from the side.

Quietly stunned.

Chu Zheng: "How much does it cost if I help you out?"

The casual tone seemed to be a trivial matter as simple as eating and drinking.

An Ji panicked when she saw Chu Zheng.

An Ji didn't understand what he was panicking.

The man standing in the box was also taken aback. Seeing that it was a little girl, he suddenly sneered: "Who do you think you are, you can tell it out? It's useless if you have money."

Chuzheng met the man's sight and continued without humble or arrogant words: "This is what I need to consider."

The man sneered, as if thinking of something: "Little girl, are you his fan?"

Who is the fan?

Nonsense!

"No."

"It's not you who helped him. You have a mine?" The man mocked: "Little girl, this is not something you can manage. Go home and find your father."

An Ji put on the mask and didn't want to say any more, and took Chuzheng and went out: "Let's go."

What to go!

I haven't finished yet!

An Ji took Chuzheng and walked fast, and the man was quickly left behind.

Leaving the coffee shop, An Ji let go of Chuzheng.

"You are short of money?"

An Ji shook her head: "No, I'm fine, thank you."

He lowered his head and walked forward. He didn't want to talk more about it, and he didn't mean to communicate more with Chuzheng. He told her and left soon.

Chu Zheng: "..."

Chuzheng returned to the cafe, and the man was still on the phone.

Chuzheng vaguely heard what was good or bad.

The man hung up the phone and walked downstairs.

Chu Zheng was standing on the stairs, and the two hit him head-on.

"Little girl, what else do you have?"

Chuzheng looked up and looked at people uncomfortable, and went upstairs a few steps: "Have a business card?"

the man:"???"

The man almost thought he was listening.

She ran over and asked herself for a business card?

Maybe he was confused by Chuzheng's behavior. The man actually took out a name tag for her, and Chuzheng got his business card and left.

the man:"???"

-

[San Ye: Boss, do you know someone who is good at investigating? ]

Chu Zheng lay on the sofa and sent a message to the bar owner.

The bar owner didn't know what he was doing and didn't reply for a long time.

Chu Zheng held the business card with his finger and looked at it. Xiangyue Publishing House... Chu Zheng checked An Ji's book with his mobile phone. Since his first book, it was published and planned by this publishing house.

But looking at the previous situation, it seems that the conversation has collapsed.

[Jiu Jiuling: What do you do? Who do you want to check? ]

[Jiu Jiuling: We are all good citizens who know how to be polite and civilized. I suggest you call the police if something happens. ]

[San Ye: ...]

The middle-aged old man said that he was polite and civilized, and he soon pushed Chuzheng a business card.

Chuzheng added that person to explain her intention, and the other party asked her who recommended her.

Chuzheng thought for a while, then switched back to the bar owner.

[San Ye: Boss, what's your name? ]

[Jiu Jiuling: I have no conscience. I don't even know what your boss is called. If you meet a bad guy, you will be gone! ]

[Jiu Jiuling: Fei Xiu. ]

Saying thank you is too tacky, so Chu Zheng transferred a sum of money to the bar owner.

[Jiujiu Ling:...]

The person over there heard that Fei Xiu had introduced it, and she didn't ask anything else, and asked her to give him the basic information of the person she wanted to check.

The other party was very efficient, and Chu Zheng received a basic document that night.

Chu Zheng first looked at Wanying's share.

The man with Wanying is Luo Xing, and the two are high school classmates.

Luo Xing didn't go to college. After graduating from high school, he caught up with the good time to make money and set up a company. Unfortunately, he closed down because of poor management.

Luo Xing doesn't have any serious career now, and usually does some casual work to make some money.

Basic information is not useful, Chuzheng will probably go through it once, and then open another file.

This is about silence.

An Ji broke up with the publishing house some time ago. At first, many publishing houses wanted to find him, but it didn't take long for these publishing houses to be silent.

Now if An Ji doesn't choose Xiangyue, then he really might not be able to publish a book.

pitiful.

-

An Ji had a headache so that she couldn't sleep, so she poured herself a glass of water out of the room.

No sleep, An Ji didn't know what to do, took the phone and stood on the balcony. The moon was particularly bright. An Ji took a picture with the phone. Without a word, he sent a full stop and sent it out.

[Jiu Jiuling: Still not asleep? ]

[Ji: Can't sleep. ]

[Jiu Jiuling: Come for a drink? ]

[Ji: Not going, headache. ]

[Jiu Jiuling: Do you have a headache again? Can't you go to the hospital for this problem? ]

[Ji: The old problem, it's okay, I have taken medicine. ]

Jiujiuling reminded him of his own son for a long time, and told him to hurry to rest.

An Ji answered, turned off the phone, and lay on the balcony without sleep.

He is sober now.

Buzzing--

An Ji's phone vibrated suddenly. He thought it was the bar owner, but when he picked it up, he found that it was not.

Quietly for a long time, the fingertips bend slightly, and the green key is swiped: "Hey."

"Go downstairs."

The words on the other end of the phone were very brief, An Ji hadn't said anything yet, the other party had already hung up.

Looking at the phone in silence, until the phone shuts down automatically.

He leaned on the railing and looked down.

He was directly facing the bottom of the unit building, and vaguely saw someone standing below.

An Ji: "..."

Quietly entered the house, put on his jacket, went out and went downstairs.

An Ji opened the door of the unit building, and at a glance she saw the girl standing in the dark, carrying a plastic bag, standing there in a casual posture.

An Ji walked over: "What's the matter?"

Chuzheng handed the bag over and asked seriously: "Can't I call you if it's okay?"

An Ji: "..."

What can I tell him to do?