Shen Kong returned to his rental house.

He stepped over the garbage and dirty clothes that were still piled on the ground, walked straight to the sofa, sat down, and took out his mobile phone.

The moment he saw Ye Jinghuan's photo in the box, Shen Kong began to look for feasible countermeasures in his brain. Unfortunately, the conditions at that time were really scarce, and there were very few ways that could be applied in reality, so he had to choose the most direct and simple way - hiding the recording phone in the vase beside him without making a sound.

Chen Kong was actually just trying his luck. After all, he was not sure whether he could record anything, nor was he sure whether what he recorded would be useful.

He hit the play button.

The cramped and quiet rental house was instantly filled with the sound from the cell phone.

There were the sounds of messy footsteps and door hinges opening and closing - this should be when they left the box.

The door clicked as it was locked, and the sound in the audio returned to silence, with only the rustling white noise in the background continuing.

Shen Kong lowered his eyes and stared at the slowly moving progress bar on the phone screen, waiting quietly.

Just when he had almost given up hope, he heard that voice suddenly rang out:

"…Hello? Hello."

Although the audio was somewhat distorted through the microphone, he could still tell that it was the middle-aged man who was interviewing him who was talking on the phone. Shen Kong perked up and continued to listen attentively.

"...Yes...Yes, yes..."

I don't know what the person on the other end of the phone said, I just heard the middle-aged man constantly echoing:

“…Yes, I found it and did a background check.”

Then there was the rustling sound of pages flipping, and the other party continued, "There is a good candidate, his appearance meets the requirements, and there are no signs of plastic surgery. Yes, there is no sign of deliberately getting close to him. His background is very simple, his economic level is not very good, and according to the investigation, his personality is also relatively easy to judge."

Shen Kong realized that the other party seemed to be talking about himself.

The middle-aged man paused, as if waiting for a response from the other end of the phone. He asked with some doubt:

"...But are you sure that person likes..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the voice on the other end of the phone. After a long silence, his voice sounded again:

"Well, yes, you are right... no problem... Okay... Goodbye, Mr. Han."

Mr. Han?

Shen Kong frowned slightly, his eyes looking deep and dark.

If it was Young Master Han, then there were only two possibilities. One was his mission target, Han Li, and the other was the vested interest after Han Li's leg was broken - the second young master of the Han family who replaced Han Li as the heir of the Han family after Han Li was exiled out of the city, and who was also the biological son of the stepmother.

Shen Kong pinched the bridge of his nose and took a slow, deep breath, his face unable to hide his fatigue.

Before he had time to think about it, his cell phone suddenly rang. It turned out to be a call from the agent named Chai Zhi.

Shen Kong answered the call, and before he put the phone to his ear, he heard the other party's surprised voice: "Mingxuan, I received a notice. They said you seem to be pretty good, and asked you to go again tomorrow. I knew there would be no problem trusting you. You really are worthy of being my most proud artist..."

This was followed by a series of half-threatening and half-inducing rhetoric, intended to tell him that as long as he worked hard while keeping it confidential, he would gain both fame and fortune and achieve great success. But if he messed up, he would offend a big shot, and not only would he not get any rewards or opportunities, he would also be in danger of losing himself.

Shen Kong responded perfunctorily.

Just before the other party hung up the phone contentedly, he suddenly remembered something and said:

"By the way, Brother Chai, could you send me another copy of my schedule? I can't find my previous one because my phone was sent for repair..."

The other party was in a very good mood at the moment, so naturally he would not refuse Shen Kong's small request:

"Okay, okay, no problem, but be careful not to lose it again next time. After all, you can't always trouble others."

Not long after hanging up the phone, Shen Kong received the itinerary sent by Chai Zhi. He simply flipped through it and felt relieved.

Fortunately, Meng Mingxuan is only an 18th-tier celebrity with no endorsements or activities. The role he played in the only web drama he participated in was not very large, so his schedule is not full and he only needs to go to the set three times a week.

Chen Kong has not yet fully mastered Meng Mingxuan's movements and expressions, let alone playing other roles in this state.

This relaxed schedule suits him just fine.

And... during this time he can also prepare some things that might be useful later. After all, he took a risk in the nightclub before, but he can't just rely on luck every time, right?

Shen Kong simply tidied up the house, packed up the garbage bags and threw them downstairs.

Although the rental house was still a bit messy, it looked much brighter than before, and the stuffy musty smell in the room had also dissipated a lot.

Shen Kong exhaled slowly and threw himself onto the bed in the room. His body, which had been tense for most of the day, finally relaxed. He seemed to be able to hear the friction sound of his muscles and bones as they stretched.

Suddenly, something occurred to him.

Shen Kong hesitated for a while, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, typed the words "Han Li" on the mobile phone interface, and then clicked the search button.

The next second, countless web pages popped up one after another, making him dazzled for a moment.

Chen Kong clicked on one at random.

The bold black font looks shocking on the small screen of the phone, like an enlarged and darkened exclamation mark:

"A mysterious new business tycoon who recently returned to China showed up at a charity dinner. What will the young new rich man do next?"

Chen Kong read through the article quickly. The whole article was written in an exaggerated style, describing in detail the series of drastic actions and almost gambler investments made by this new business upstart in the three months since returning to China in an almost sensational tone, making him seem like a business genius unparalleled in the world, and also wrote about his grievances and entanglements with several major families in City A in a style that was half gossip and half speculation.

But slowly, the focus of the article began to shift in a strange direction...

The author began to use flowery words to lavishly praise the looks of this new business star, and began to seriously introduce all the romantic scandals he had been involved in after returning to China.

Shen Kong frowned and slid his fingertips that were pressed on the screen downwards.

A picture appeared on the screen.

The photo has very low resolution and seems to have been taken by a paparazzi.

The camera lens was fixed on a tall young man standing sideways on a luxurious terrace not far away through the lush and verdant branches and leaves. His straight suit outlined his slender and strong figure. The outline of his face was shrouded in the hazy moonlight. He was holding a goblet in his hand, and seemed to be thinking about something. Although the photo was very blurry, Shen Kong recognized him at a glance.

It is indeed Han Li.

Shen Kong took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Although the current evidence is not sufficient, based on the original plot revealed to him by the system before, and inferring based on the motive, it is most likely that tonight's interview was held by the second young master of the Han family.

But he was not very sure. After all, eight years had passed since the last time node.

However, in the plot, Han Li returned to China two years later.

The plot of this book has almost completely deviated now, and Chen Kong is not clear about what changes have taken place in the past eight years, so it is even more difficult to make an accurate judgment.

Then, Shen Kong searched for information about Ye Jinghuan.

Ye Jinghuan's life trajectory does not seem to be too different from the plot of the original book. He has now become a famous star, and both notices and endorsements are pouring in. However, there are still some rumors circulating on the Internet that he is being kept by the eldest son of the Ji family. However, since there is no solid evidence, fans treat it as a deliberate rumor spread by black fans.

As the night deepened, the mattress beneath him dragged Shen Kong's body like a soft feather. He blinked slowly and yawned.

Perhaps it was because of the change of time point, once he relaxed, a feeling of sleepiness surged from deep within Shen Kong's body.

——Anyway, let’s talk about the rest tomorrow.

He threw his cell phone on the bedside, simply got up, washed up, and then fell asleep on the bed.

the next day.

Shen Kong was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone.

He frowned irritably and raised his hand angrily towards the direction where the sound came from.

In his sleepy eyes, he saw Chai Zhi's name displayed on the phone screen.

Shen Kong took a few deep breaths, suppressed his anger from being woken up, and answered the phone.

The noisy voice of the other party unconsciously passed through the microphone and was clearly transmitted to Shen Kong's eardrum, causing his forehead to throb with pain. He was full of deliberate hypocrisy: "Mingxuan, why are you answering the phone now? Look at what time it is now? You didn't even reply to the message I sent you before, and I thought something happened to you..."

Shen Kong raised his hand and pressed his nose hard, repeating to himself eight hundred times not to be angry.

His whole body was filled with a suffocating low pressure, but his voice was indeed a fearful one that belonged only to Meng Mingxuan:

"I'm sorry, Brother Chai. I was too excited to fall asleep last night, so I got up late this morning. I always reply to your messages immediately after seeing them. I'm really sorry to have worried you."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed quite satisfied: "Oh, it's okay, it's okay. I called mainly to tell you that they want to see you later. Hurry up and wash up. I'll go pick you up downstairs now."

Shen Kong hung up the phone, closed his eyes tightly, and then climbed out of the bed with a depressed mood.

Before he even started to wash up, a new text message came in:

"By the way, Mingxuan, over there you are asked to wear something youthful, nothing too fancy, a white shirt and jeans will be fine."

An hour later, Chai Zhi arrived at his rental house on time.

When he saw Shen Kong walking out of the narrow door of the building, Chai Zhi smiled with satisfaction.

Meng Mingxuan's appearance is impeccable, with broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs. Coupled with his simple and casual outfit, he does not look like a low-level actor who has been in society for many years, but rather like a college student who is ignorant of the world.

His attitude was much more attentive than yesterday, and he was very caring and concerned about his well-being, as if he was a good friend and elder who truly cared about him.

Shen Kong also had an expression of being flattered and grateful, and the atmosphere in the car was harmonious and joyful.

Chai Zhi was still reluctant to finish his words until they reached their destination. He sent Shen Kong into the elevator, then simply repeated yesterday's instructions once again before leaving, looking back every few steps.

The elevator went up to the top floor.

As soon as Shen Kong walked out of the elevator, a waiter in a suit and leather shoes came up to him, bowed deeply to him, and said:

"Sir, please follow me."

Shen Kong followed the other person and walked deeper into the corridor. The waiter stopped at the door of one of the private rooms, knocked twice on the door, and then pushed open the door.

The door of the box closed behind Shen Kong.

The room was silent. The highly soundproofed walls absorbed almost all the sounds. Standing in the room, one could almost hear the slight sounds of one's own heartbeat and breathing.

The middle-aged man from last night was sitting behind the table, flipping through a stack of documents on the table.

The only sound in the entire box was the rustling of paper.

Seeing Shen Kong coming in, the man raised his head, pointed to the seat across the table, and said:

"Please take a seat."

Shen Kong hesitated awkwardly for a few seconds before sitting down opposite the man stiffly.

The man pushed up his glasses and looked at Chen Kong from head to toe, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

Then, he opened the folder in his hand and slowly pushed it in front of Shen Kong.

The above is a photo taken at the airport. The man in the picture has broad shoulders, deep facial features, and high eyebrows that are sharp and cold. He is looking towards the camera. His pair of dark eyes are deep and gloomy, as if they can penetrate the photo and look straight at Chen Kong.

The familiar facial features have lost the immaturity and tenderness of eight years ago, and have been replaced by an unpredictable and sinister look.

In the right palm, which was covered with a pitch-black glove, was a cane with the tip touching the ground. Judging from the point of gravity, it was obvious that this cane was not for decoration.

Looking at this face that was exactly the same as in his memory, but the expression was not the same at all, Shen Kong couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.

An unavoidable question finally emerged clearly in his mind:

What exactly happened in these eight years?

But Shen Kong still showed a look of surprise on his face, and he stammered, "I, I saw him in the financial news."

The middle-aged man nodded perfunctorily, and then continued to speak to himself: "What you need to do is very simple. It is enough to get close to him, and then report everything you hear and see to us. Don't worry, your reward will not be less. As long as the information you bring to us is useful, we will tell you the specific method later. You don't need to take the initiative to contact us, just wait for us to find you."

Shen Kong frowned hesitantly: “But, but…he is the president of a big company, why would he let me get close to him?”

The middle-aged man suddenly changed the subject and asked:

"Do you know Ye Jinghuan?"

Shen Kong pretended to be confused and nodded: "Well, many people say that I look a bit like Senior Ye..."

The man pushed up his glasses and a secret smile appeared on his face:

"Ye Jinghuan is the white moonlight and cinnabar mole in my heart - as long as you make good use of this face, there is nothing you can't do."

The author has something to say: I found a substitute through the fake Bai Yueguang, but I didn't expect to find the real one.

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This chapter still drops small red envelopes

ps: Because I will be posting the clip tomorrow, the update may be late, I hope everyone understands qaq

After tomorrow, we will resume updating at 6pm every night. Love you guys!