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Cheng Shuang glanced at Du Jun twice. This situation was actually not conducive to communication, so the level of understanding between partners was very important.
Du Jun silently nodded to the little girl.
The little girl smiled and, seemingly unintentionally, raised her voice to the two of them, "So many dungeons! The old dungeons are too difficult, I don't like them, I'm not even interested in playing them."
Sun Han blinked and laughed, agreeing, "Yeah! Bus dungeons are perfect for young people like us; we can have a lot of fun."
The main road was flat, except for two bright white double solid lines. The car bumped twice, as if it had run over some obstacle.
The three of them breathed a silent sigh of relief, finally grasping some clues.
It seems that each instance is different. They were lucky to encounter a naive 'youngster', which allowed them to find the flaws.
Adhering to the principle of knowing when to stop, Sun Han checked his watch again, called back his two companions, and began to discuss the plot of the first encounter.
"I'm a middle-aged man, not a good person. I'm the second-in-command of an organization, and I've just taken over the boss's books. I'm doing shady accounting with the accountant, or rather, supervising the accountant in doing shady accounting. The location is a billiards hall." This is Du Jun's storyline.
"More than 20 years ago, there were many accountants who did shady accounting, especially those who wanted to evade taxes. Most of them would only hire familiar accountants, and it was all private work, so there was little point in supervising them. So it's not that we don't trust the accounts, but that there's too much shady stuff in them, and we don't trust the accountants themselves."
Sun Han, being the oldest, had a better understanding of the social landscape of over a decade ago. He shared what he knew for the two to consider, and slowly began to recount his own story: "I was the little granddaughter, and it happened to be the scene outside the school. The person in the car was wearing sunglasses, half of his face was hidden in shadow, he had a kind smile, and there was a red mole next to his nose. He only said one sentence to the little granddaughter."