"What happened to yours?" Lu Yang saw the weeds on their heads and their wet coats. "Did they fall into the lake?"
"Don't mention it. Do you still remember the daughter of the investor from last time?" Zhuo Qiang finally found someone who could listen to him, and told him everything that happened.
Mu Zishan was lying in the back seat. Her only wish was to go back quickly, take a shower, have a meal, and get rid of the strange smell on her body.
As for the auction, she was unable to attend, but Xiaoxue told her that the professor bought a painting for her as a thank you.
Xiaoxue walked into the courtyard as usual, holding a pile of information in her hand. Zhuo Qiang, who was watering flowers in the yard, knew that they had another case.
Xiaoxue sat motionless. She knew that this case was very difficult, but she was also satisfied with her early handling of it.
Mu Zishan took a look, quickly flipping through a few papers with her fingertips, and finally closed the information and said, "What conditions did the other party offer?"
"The three million deposit has been deposited into the account."
Mu Zishan raised his eyebrows: "Does the police have any clues?"
"They found Mr. Fang's body in a container at the Qingdao dock," Xiaoxue put the tablet in her hand on the table. "Besides that, there has been no progress."
Mr. Fang, as Xiaoxue referred to him, was the head of the Qiqi Garment Factory, which had long-standing partnerships with various domestic and international clothing brands. Three days before his disappearance, he had just attended an underground clothing auction. Major media outlets rushed to report on his death, and all parties concluded he was murdered.
Zhuo Qiang watched Xiaoxue come out of the east room and walked up to her. "Xiaoxue seems a little different from before?" He looked her up and down. "Did you put on makeup on purpose? Are you going on a date with your boyfriend?"
Xiaoxue was a little embarrassed and tugged at her skirt with her hands: "There's a party today."
Zhuo Qiang smiled and said, "Good luck to you."
When she went out, she happened to meet Lu Yang who was coming back from exercise. He greeted her: "Xiaoxue? You look beautiful today."
She lowered her head and said, "There's a party later." She slipped past him.
Lu Yang returned to his room, took a shower, changed into a formal suit, and prepared to attend the new game launch conference held today. He looked at Zhuo Qiang sitting opposite him and asked, "Are you really not going to attend?"
He has always been free and easy about company matters, not to mention that he has always been surrounded by scandals. He doesn't really like appearing in public: "It's enough for you to go."
Lu Yang finished the last piece of bread and wiped his hands: "Which female reporter did you mess with outside again? Are you expecting the company to clean up your mess?"
Zhuo Qiang chuckled: "You still understand me."
Lu Yang took the car keys and went out, just in time to meet Mu Zishan coming out of the east room. She was wearing a brown leather jacket, high-waisted jeans, and heels that were probably over ten centimeters high. Looking up, she saw dazzling red lips under her black sunglasses. She pulled her sunglasses down and looked him up and down.
Her red lips said, "What day is today? Even you are dressed so handsomely!" She followed him, walked into the garage in her high heels, and got into the brand new black sports car that Zhuo Qiang gave her.
Lu Yang stood in front of her car and took a few glances: "This car is quite suitable for that boy's taste. Do you mind giving me a ride?"
"Of course, my driving skills are at least as good as that guy's!"
Her driving skills were excellent. Overtaking, sharp turns, acceleration, and deceleration were all under her control, and she soon arrived at the building of their game company.
As soon as he reached the lobby entrance, a group of reporters surrounded him, snapping photos of him non-stop. She couldn't stand such scenes, and before he could even say thank you, she had already driven away.
She wanted to go to the headquarters of Qiqi Clothing Company to take a look. Mr. Fang had a son who was the manager of the clothing design department at their company's headquarters. He used to be a music composer, but later went to France to study fashion design for a few years. After returning, he joined his father's company. He was also the client in this case.
She followed the receptionist into the elevator and walked down the red carpet into the chairman's office. In a family business like this, sons usually inherit the father's business. The former design manager was directly promoted to chairman.
The secretary knocked on the door, said her name, and let her in. The light inside was so dim that she had to take off her sunglasses to see the person sitting in the office chair. Various ready-to-wear clothing styles were hung on the wall.
"Please sit down." He said to Mu Zishan, with a hint of surprise in his tone.
"Mr. Fang, you don't like opening the window?"
He reached out and opened the window with the remote control on his left hand: "Sorry, I'm not used to this office."
Thanks to the sunlight, she could see clearly that the man in front of her looked much younger than his actual age. His eyes were very melancholy, but he had a few strands of white hair and looked haggard.
"Did you have any contact with your father three days ago?" Mu Zishan tried to make his words sound gentle.
His eyes were a little evasive: "My relationship with him has always been bad. We seldom talk, whether at work or at home. But just before he left home for Qingdao, he used a sum of funds from the company." After he finished speaking, he picked up the medicine on the table, took a pill, and then leaned back in his chair.
"I wish I could see the body."
This was something he could have expected, but he had an appointment with a psychiatrist this afternoon: "I'll have someone give you the forensic report."
She didn't want to ask anything more valuable from this depressed mental patient. It was easy to imagine that he was tired of the quarrel in the conference room downstairs. "If you don't mind, you can ask this person for help." Mu Zishan left a phone number on the paper.
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