Chapter 82 Master, what kind of work do you do?
"You changed careers?" Luo Huayi's gaze fell on the toolbox in Xin Que's hand, her face filled with existential doubt.
Xin Que "..."
"Without a legitimate identity, how am I supposed to investigate the activities of those gangsters?"
Luo Huayi looked at the crowded stickers on Xin Que's car that read "Repairing sewer pipes" and "30 years of professional waterproofing experience."
There was also a loudspeaker mounted on the roof of the car.
However, it must be said that with Xin Que's identity, she could move freely among the common people from morning till night, so most people would not suspect anything.
Luo Huayi's lips twitched.
No wonder the water pipes in his villa could never be fixed.
The plot really went to great lengths to create opportunities for Xin Que and the two to meet, all for the sake of this identity.
"Luo..." Cheng Zheng finally managed to catch his breath, "Mr. Luo, do you know this repairman?"
Luo Huayi “…”
...
Cheng Zheng was shocked. "It's Xin Que again?!"
The name Xin Que is like a nightmare to him now. Whenever he hears those two words, he automatically replays the image of Xin Que throwing a shovel at him like a basketball.
Cheng Zheng felt a dull ache in his lower back where he had been hit.
He seriously suspected that he had been implicated in a workplace injury by Xin Que.
Luo Huayi ignored Cheng Zheng's despair and went straight to the study. "Wait for me in the living room for a while. I need to ask you about Song Wenxian."
Xin Que "..."
After a flurry of activity, Cheng Zheng handed a freshly brewed cup of hot tea to Xin Que.
While sipping hot tea, Cheng Zheng secretly observed Xin Que.
His thoughts then drifted back to the recent events in the city.
Xin Que, who had suppressed his murderous intent, and whose appearance was disguised, looked honest no matter how you looked at it.
She now gives the impression of being a quiet, kind-hearted person who is not good at speaking, and no one would associate her with the recent incident involving Ji Chen and Song Wenxian.
That's the professionalism of an assassin...
Cheng Zheng's ideas are boundless and unrestrained.
“By the way,” Xin Que broke the silence first, “when do you plan to use the recording that the student’s parents gave you?”
Cheng Zheng snapped out of his reverie and put down his empty teacup. "Now that Song Wenxian is under criminal detention, our position in public opinion is very secure."
"The PR team's opinion is that recordings, as irrefutable evidence that can completely destroy the other party, are suitable for use in negotiations to gain benefits after Song Wenxian is released on bail..."
Luo Huayi came down the stairs and handed the file in her hand to Xin Que. "The Song family has already made their stance clear: in order to protect Song Wenxian, they will offer his company as a bargaining chip."
Xin Que saw her name on the contract in her hand. "What does this mean?"
"The reason why Song Wenxian's company was able to be brought down is ultimately due to all the groundwork you laid beforehand..." Luo Huayi didn't expose her underhanded actions, "I'm not so petty as to steal what you deserve."
Xin Que quickly flipped through the contract in her hand.
"Are you planning to sell it directly to cash out or entrust an agent to manage it?" Luo Huayi reminded her. "Given the current situation where his company's business is being squeezed out, if you don't have the ability to manage it, you might as well take advantage of the opportunity to sell now."
"At least for you, it's a net profit."
Although Xin Que didn't know much about company operations, she understood Luo Huayi's underlying thoughts after her reminder: "You want to take over?"
Luo Huayi was indeed optimistic about the market share occupied by Song Wenxian's company. He looked directly at Xin Que's scrutiny and said frankly, "As a businessman, of course I want to gain more benefits for myself."
Xin Que held the contract in her hand, her face expressionless, seemingly lost in thought.
After a moment, she put the contract away and said, "Okay."
Luo Huayi breathed a sigh of relief. "When do you have time? I'll arrange for the finance and legal departments to work with you. Don't worry, the acquisition price I can offer will definitely far exceed what others can offer you."
Xin Que thought for a moment, and the game between Luo Huayi and Song Wenxian had been brought to the table as she had planned.
The original plot was that Xin Xin was targeted by Luo Huayi after the truth came out, and Song Wenxian sacrificed himself to save the day. But now...
The old stories of Song Wenxian and his cronies in their pursuit of Xin Xin have all come to light with the intervention of the police.
Although it deviates somewhat from the original plot, it can still be considered an alternative revelation of the truth, right?
The current situation is just one step away from Xin Xin's entry and a complete break with Song Wenxian...
“I’m free these few days,” Xin Que said, slid her business card in front of Luo Huayi. “Once you’re ready, just contact me at this number.”
Luo Huayi almost lost control of her expression when she saw the words "Professional Repairman Wei" in blue on a white background on the business card.
“By the way,” Luo Huayi forced a way out of her runaway thoughts, “that Thousand-Hand Guanyin statue will be delivered to you after Song Wenxian is released on bail.”
“No rush,” Xin Que waved her hand. “The priority now is to crush Song Wenxian so he can’t recover. We can wait for the other things.”
Bankruptcy is just the beginning.
What she wanted was to completely kill off the character of Song Wenxian.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." Xin Que got up from the sofa and walked straight out of the villa.
Cheng Zheng was still lost in thought when he saw Xin Que get up. His professional instincts kicked in, and he instinctively helped her up to see her off. "Master Xin, no, Boss Xin, no, Miss Xin, I'll see you out of the complex..."
Luo Huayi “…”
"Wait!!!" He suddenly remembered something and shouted, stopping the two people who had already reached the door.
Xin Que and Cheng Zheng were both dumbfounded.
"The water pipes in the second-floor bathroom," Luo Huayi said, covering her face in despair, "It seems like only you can fix them."
Xin Que: "???"
The three of them slowly moved their gaze upwards, finally focusing on the second floor where the faint sound of water could be heard.
Xin Que "..."
“Let’s get this straight,” Xin Que said, waving the document in her hand, “I bought this document. Don’t blame me if I can’t fix it.”
Luo Huayi felt a chill inexplicably run down her spine.
When Xin Que came out from the second floor, her disposable raincoat was still dripping wet, but the hissing sound of water in the bathroom had stopped.
Cheng Zheng looked somewhat surprised, handing the white towel to Xin Que while gossiping, "Weren't you just being modest?"
"Isn't it already fixed?"
Xin Que frowned, "It seems that way on the surface, but in reality..."
She felt that the plot shouldn't have been so kind as to let her end this chance encounter so smoothly.
A loud thud came from the closed door of the second bedroom.
Cheng Zheng was stunned.
The next second, he realized, "President Luo?"
Luo Huayi opened the door to the second bedroom with a cold face. His bathrobe was still dripping wet. He walked towards the master bedroom, where the water pipes had been repaired. "The second bedroom's pipe burst too."
Xin Que "..."
Cheng Zheng "..."
The two stood by the wall, watching Luo Huayi walk past them with an air of nonchalance. Their gazes slowly moved down, finally settling on the slipper on his left ankle.
The sound of water in the secondary bathroom grew clearer and clearer, like a silent mockery.
Cheng Zheng desperately went through all the sad things in his life before he could laugh out loud before Luo Huayi closed the door. His lips twitched twice, and he broke the silence first, "Master Xin, it seems you... have to work overtime."
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