The man picked up the paper and looked at it. "Zhuo Qiang?" He began to wonder if Mu Zishan was a detective or a businessman. This was such a clear clue. Zhuo Qiang's father was a real estate tycoon, and the Zhuo Group had invested in and acquired hundreds of companies. Asking him to go to Zhuo Qiang was like throwing bait to a fish. But he also knew clearly that he didn't have the talent to manage the Qiqi Garment Factory. His father's friends were all eyeing it, and thousands of employees were waiting for him to make the final decision.

Both her dress and her temperament won the favor of Mr. Xiao Fang, and he personally sent her to the elevator.

The next day, all the information was delivered to Xiaoxue. She found it hard to believe that Mu Zishan and the melancholic man had spent an hour in that dark office. Xiao Fang's secretary told her on the phone, "Our boss respects his father very much. We hope Miss Detective can find the murderer as soon as possible."

She went to Qingdao in person. At the port, where there was only the sound of metal colliding, all kinds of containers were neatly arranged, with all kinds of imported and exported goods. Recently, a batch of clothes made by Qiqi Garment Factory were urgently shipped to Europe, which was considered a big business. The person in charge of the garment factory took her to the crime scene at that time. Although it had been cleaned up, judging from the surrounding environment, it was a good place for business talks. The person in charge of the garment factory deliberately avoided some "commercial secrets". Mu Zishan hated all the nonsense he said. A few days later, she returned to the courtyard. Zhuo Qiang looked at her with a smile on his face on the sofa: "My father has been eyeing the fat piece of meat of Qiqi Garment Factory for a long time. He asked me to thank you."

"No need!" She fell on a chair beside her.

"How's it going? Has there been any result with his father's case?"

"I got it. I sent the evidence to the police before I came back." She blinked. Xiao Fang had never imagined that her father's murderer would be her most trusted psychiatrist. She and her husband, who lived in Qingdao, had exploited Xiao Fang's trust in her to learn all the secrets of his father's company's import and export business in Qingdao, profiting from it both in Europe and in Qingdao. To avoid being discovered by Mr. Fang, they resorted to murder. The murderer was the person who had hosted her in Qingdao. He knew from his wife that she was a detective sent by Xiao Fang, and he had repeatedly misled her to gather clues.

Soon, the reporter's report appeared on TV. The psychologist and her husband were arrested by the police. Ms. Xiao Fang readily paid the remaining balance and sent someone to give her a bouquet of flowers to express her gratitude.

Zhuo Qiang said, "That guy is really suited to art, whether it's music or fashion. Going to Italy is a good choice."

There is a new nickname for Mu Zishan on the Internet: Miss Detective.