At this point, Chen Rou doesn't need to explain in detail; Chen Ke can already guess what happened back then.
The two old men were like oil and water, irreconcilable enemies, but they had one common and fatal weakness: Chen Rou. Because of this, they competed to outperform each other in this mission.
First, they met to discuss things. Chen Rou collected all the walkie-talkies from Dong Ye's men and took them to the port. She set up the channels and access codes so that they could communicate with each other once they arrived at the park.
Only after doing all this did Chen Rou decide to formally meet Nie Yao.
Yes, there aren't any suitable clothes for her here, but of course, the clothes she brought from Hong Kong are enough.
Today she changed into a beige casual shirt over a white T-shirt, paired with cargo pants and Converse lace-up sneakers, which was both comfortable and practical for carrying out her mission.
Yue Zhongqi, relying on his tyrannical power, successfully drove away others and helped Chen Rou find her way.
Once they reached the second floor, they called out, "Mr. Nie, someone has come to see you!"
In fact, Yue Zhongqi was not just good to Shuangyao, but exceptionally good, even twice as good.
I would always buy him a bottle of coffee if I happened to see him on the way, but when I went up to knock on his door, he wouldn't open it.
He also said, "I'm not feeling well today, so I'm taking the day off and I'm not seeing anyone."
Yue Zhongqi knocked on the door again: "We've come with an important guest, Mr. Nie, Mr. Nie. Please give us some face."
He added, "If you don't give me face, I'll tie two bricks to you and take you swimming."
Nie Yao still threw a tantrum: "Either kill me, or leave right now, get out of here!"
Chen Rou spoke up: "It's just a broken iron gate. If you can't kick it open, just shoot it."
With just that one sentence, Nie Yao instantly opened the door, but of course, he sat with his back to the chair, without saying a word.
Chen Rou noticed that the bed was neatly made. She sat on the edge of the bed, put her hands in her pockets, and asked directly, "How have you been lately, Second Master?"
Nie Yao glanced at Yue Zhongqi, who was standing at the door with his hands behind his back, and said, "We have a guest. I feel dizzy and can't move. Captain Yue, could you make a cup of coffee for the guest?"
Chen Rou realized that he was faking illness.
If she were to ask him one more question about how he got sick, he would complain about how the international police treated him badly, how harsh the environment was, and might even curse Nie Zhao a few times. In short, he would use his illness as an excuse, but mainly it would be a way to complain and show off.
To paraphrase a future saying, he would say: "A scoundrel is just being pretentious."
Yue Zhongqi was making Nestlé coffee. Chen Rou never indulged Nie Yao, so she spoke frankly: "Second Master, the rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen. With a formidable enemy at hand, we Chinese people have no spines. Since I came yesterday, I have been hearing the international police praise you, saying that you have helped them a great deal during their missions. Those favors have repeatedly played a key and decisive role in their missions, and you want to make another great contribution."
Yue Zhongqi paused halfway as he handed Chen Rou a coffee, feeling a strange familiarity with the words.
How should I put it? That's how he talks when he wants to get someone on board.
Who on earth is this Nie Tai? He speaks exactly like him.
Everyone knows that the truth is hard to hear, while lies are pleasant to hear, but everyone loves to hear lies.
Nie Yao was no exception. When he heard Chen Rou's long string of praise, although he felt a little guilty, he also felt inexplicably proud.
Yue Zhongqi stared intently at Chen Rou, silently reciting in his mind, before she spoke: "There was originally a very important matter, and without you, we couldn't complete the mission. But since you're not feeling well, then..."
Nie Yao took a sip of coffee, sniffed, and coughed.
He continued, "I actually took some medicine earlier, and I feel much better now. So, what's the mission?"
Yue Zhongqi thought to himself, "I'm done. This Nie Tai is another version of him, and a female version of him at that."
His thoughts, ideas, and words were exactly the same as his.
What should we do? Maybe they should become sworn brothers?
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