Cheng Shaoyuan wanted to say something more, but the other party's attitude was firm, so he could only give up for the time being.
After leaving the police station, he went to the train station. "A perfectly healthy person can't just disappear into thin air, can they?"
He was completely baffled. He had been careful enough on the road, so why was Shu Yan still being targeted? Could it be that someone knew she was carrying jade?
Cheng Shaoyuan speculated about the possibility of Shu Yan's disappearance, unaware that Shu Yan had already made contact with human traffickers shortly after boarding the train.
On the train, Cheng Shaoyuan went to the dining car to buy food, and two women who looked to be in their thirties sat next to him and started a conversation.
"Girl, I noticed your boyfriend was being very attentive to you the whole way. You're so beautiful and you've found such a great boyfriend, you're so lucky."
Shu Yan loves to hear people say she's beautiful. Actually, the Shu family has great genes; for generations, they've all had high noses and big eyes, and the girls are especially fair-skinned and beautiful.
In Shanghai, everyone only saw Shu Ying, and very few people praised her for being beautiful.
She immediately became proud, "That's just a regular friend of mine, not my boyfriend. We've just known each other for a long time."
The woman in the military green shirt said incredulously, "Really? I think that young man really likes you. But it's only natural that a gentleman would pursue a beautiful lady."
Shu Yan tidied her hair with one hand, feeling increasingly proud. Everyone said she was beautiful, and winning over Xie Zhiyan was just a matter of time.
"It's not as exaggerated as you guys say, but I did have a lot of male classmates pursuing me when I was in school."
The long-haired woman immediately chimed in, "I knew it! You're beautiful and have such a great presence. If you were in our performing arts troupe, you'd be a big star!"
Upon hearing that the two were from a performing arts troupe, Shu Yan's attitude immediately changed. Her eyes lit up, she put down the hair she was holding, and took the initiative to come over.
"Sister, you just said you're from a performing arts troupe? Which troupe are you from, a local one or a company-affiliated one?"
The two exchanged a glance and laughed. "Of course we work for companies in Beijing. We get paid every month."
The companion added, "Our unit has a quota for recommending military arts performers every year. With your qualifications, you would usually be recommended to the military."
Shu Yan's eyes darted around, and an idea formed in her mind. She glanced in the direction of the dining car, and since Cheng Shaoyuan hadn't returned yet, she excitedly asked, "Is your company still hiring? I just came from Shanghai to look for people in Beijing, and I'll most likely be staying in Beijing from now on."
Just when you're tired, someone brings you a pillow. She was worried about where to stay when God sent her a benefactor.
The woman smiled even more broadly. "Of course, we're on this business trip to recruit people. We just didn't expect to meet you like this. Since you're interested, why don't you come with us to learn more? After all, you'll feel more at ease if you know everything."
As she spoke, she thought of Cheng Shaoyuan again and said with some worry, "It's your friend. I think although he likes you, he probably doesn't want you to be too outstanding. After all, men feel inferior when they see someone as beautiful as you. If you want to get into a good company, he will inevitably feel that he is not good enough for you and will definitely try to stop you."
Shu Yan waved her hand dismissively, "It's alright, we're traveling together anyway. I didn't want him to know where I was. I'll just get off the bus with you in a bit."
The two were overjoyed. The prey had delivered itself to their doorstep and even shrugged off its companions. "Then it's settled. We have four colleagues in the other carriages. We'll get off together."
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