"Xiao Zeng, do you know Elvis's background?" Zeng Qi's silence made Zhao Liang realize something was wrong.
Zeng Qi said seriously, "Elvis is a member of the Round Table Society."
Zhao Liangyi widened his eyes and asked in surprise, "What is the Round Table Association?"
Chu Hai also looked confused.
Clearing his throat, Zeng Qi explained, "If you buy a sports car, you'll be invited to join a sports car club. If you have over 100 million in bank deposits, the bank president will recommend you to a wealthy group. If your IQ is over 140, you'll be eligible to join the Round Table Association."
Zhao Liang raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion: "It's just a group of people with high IQs, what's so special about it..." Before he could finish his words, the person froze in place.
A high IQ signifies genius, and a genius is a national treasure, so of course they are special. Zhao Liang suddenly had an epiphany.
"How did you know?" Zhao Liangyi looked at Zeng Qi strangely.
"My father was also a member of the Round Table Society. He told me so." Zeng Qi did not finish his words. Old Zeng also said that he could also join the Round Table Society.
But Lao Zeng was unwilling to do so, because there were too many counterfeit goods in the Round Table Association and even more freeloaders.
Lao Zeng believes that IQ cannot measure a person's value. Many people have intelligence, but few can change the future.
"What does your father do for a living? Why did he go abroad?" Zhao Liangyi keenly grasped the key point.
"My father is a university professor. He went abroad because Elvis solved an academic problem and wanted to invite him to share it." Zeng Qi told the truth.
This was what Lao Zeng told him before they set off, and he also emphasized to his son not to tell Comrade Xia Qianyi about it.
If going abroad is related to Elvis, it would be difficult to even leave the country, let alone go abroad.
"I will report this matter to my superiors. What are you going to do next?" Zhao Liangyi asked with concern.
"Uncle Zhao, do you have any private detectives you can recommend?"
"Yes, your idea is very good. I will help you find out. Wait a moment." After saying that, Zhao Liangyi took out his mobile phone and inquired for a while.
Ten minutes later.
"These are all very reputable private investigators. I'll send you their contact information. The prices will probably be outrageous."
Zhao Liangyi’s meaning is very straightforward: you get what you pay for depending on the market conditions.
"Money is not a problem!" Although Zeng Qi doesn't take care of the accounts, he knows that Lao Zeng and his mother have a good income.
…
In a coffee shop, Zhao Liangyi led Zeng Qichuhai to meet with the two most famous detectives in turn.
Joaquin, a retired agent from Fortuna, is sixty years old, with thinning hair and a big belly.
As soon as the two sides met, Zhao Liangyi handed the printed information to the other party for review.
Whether to accept the case depends on the detective's estimate.
"Wait a mininute!"
Joaquin took out his reading glasses and began to read line by line. He did not draw any conclusions immediately, but instead sent a few text messages on his mobile phone, probably trying to confirm something through his own channels.
After two cups of coffee, Jacques's phone finally rang. Zeng Qi and Chu Hai stared at each other's phones, anxious to know the content of the text message.
Perhaps the content of the text message gave the detective confidence, and Joaquin wrote down his charges.
Searching for Zeng Mishan takes 10 to 40 days and costs 100,000 Lianbi.
"OK, we will reply as soon as possible after we discuss it." Zhao Liang stood up and respectfully saw the other party off.
Joaquin was not unhappy about this.
He knew his fee was three times higher than that of an ordinary detective.
Even so, he still has no shortage of business. These days, fame is money.
"I'll wait one day at most!"
After saying this, he resolutely walked away.
Kate, a strong woman, is also the second private detective to be interviewed.
Her license shows she is 40 years old and has 15 years of police experience.
Due to the serious sequelae left by a gunshot wound in his left shoulder, he resigned from his job to start his own business and became a private detective.
"Kate, this is Mr. Zeng's information." Zhao Liangyi took the initiative to hand over the printed information.
Compared to Joaquin, Kate spent less time reading the information.
Two minutes later, without even saying too much nonsense, she directly asked for 100,000 yuan with a term of 30 days.
Another 100,000 Lianbi?
Zeng Qi and the other two looked at each other.
10 Lian coins are equivalent to 600,000 Chinese yuan, which is already the ceiling for an ordinary family.
Zhao Liangyi looked at Zeng Qi with a questioning look, after all, it was Zeng Qi who paid the money.
Zeng Qi leaned forward, adjusted his glasses, and looked at the retired policewoman without emotion: "Kate, I'll give you the deposit today."
After a pause, his pupils began to shrink, his eyes were blazing, and his voice rose: "The one you are holding in your hand is my father, the person I love the most."
Hearing this, Kate's eyes softened and she said, "My son is about the same age as you. Don't worry, I will do my best to help you."
Zeng Qi nodded, his eyes not shifting a bit, and whispered, "I want to see him alive or his body dead, please!"
Nodding slightly, Kate gave a reassuring smile.
And try saying, "In my experience, the chances of something happening to your father are very small."
Zeng Qi raised his hand to interrupt: "Kate, I don't want to hear speculation, I just want results."
"Please trust my expertise!" Kate retracted her smile and emphasized.
Looking away, Zeng Qi took out 30,000 Lianbi in cash from his schoolbag and handed it to Kate as a deposit.
He took this before we met.
Looking at such a decisive young man, Kate couldn't help but look at Zeng Qi a few more times.
The boy in front of her was so swift and agile that he definitely wasn't from an ordinary family. Kate quickly made a judgment in her mind.
With her sharp eyes and bright eyebrows, she looked at people intently, as if being stared at by a god of wisdom. This was Kate's inner monologue.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
