"Fu Shan?" Chen Zhaoxuan's eyes showed thinking.
Fu Shan usually doesn't take on small cases.
This kind of 'break-in and robbery' should be a very minor case for the police department.
Why did Fu Shan pay attention to him?
Fu Shan is very difficult to deal with.
He now has a batch of goods to be shipped domestically from the Golden Triangle.
Can't be targeted.
Chen Zhaoxuan thought for a moment and said, "Tell the man inside that if Lao Lao squats inside, his family will receive 50,000 yuan."
"Then what to do with that little bitch? There are actually veterans guarding her house. I'm afraid that person is a bit uneasy."
The following people asked Chen Zhaoxuan.
Chen Zhaoxuan turned the diamond-encrusted lighter in his hand.
He chuckled lightly and said, "Check where that woman came from."
I originally thought that Zhong Manqing's idiot's close enemy would be as stupid as her.
Now it seems that something is wrong with the development of things, and Fu Shan can keep an eye on this.
Zhong Manqing can really find trouble for him.
Is Chen Zhaoxuan afraid? If you're afraid, you won't be in this business.
The ends of his eyes were raised, and there was a bit of blush at the ends. If the talent scouts from Xiangjiang saw him, they would definitely let him go to the entertainment industry.
The peach blossom eyes are deep and seductive.
The skin is fair and sickly.
Lips are thin and slightly dry.
He was so good-looking that the dancers in the karaoke hall couldn't help but come over to him, exposing their waists and their slender legs dancing around him.
He pushed aside the dancer who was swaying her waist seductively in front of him, got up and walked outside.
Soon, the people below passed the news to his ears, saying that Su Mingruan was Zhou Jibei's woman, pregnant, and the child of the Huo family's later wife.
It sounds like that woman has quite a background.
The key is, this person is very safety conscious.
There is no way to close a deal by relying on sneaky people.
It seems difficult for ordinary people to get close to the people Zhou Jibei and Fu Shan are protecting.
Chen Zhaoxuan looked at the assistant beside him.
"Tell me, who is better at doing this?"
"Let the mercenaries who are specifically responsible for shipping outside take charge," the assistant said.
Chen Zhaoxuan shook his head.
"Fu Shan is involved. Could it be that you can't guess that we are organized? We will definitely have stricter protection, and mercenaries may not be able to achieve our goals."
The assistant had a troubled look on his face. If even the mercenaries couldn't handle it, then who could handle it?
"I'll go." Chen Zhaoxuan said.
The assistant was stunned.
"Buy a store near Beijing University, a bookstore, where you can drink tea and read books for free. Put all the books I got from the flea market and junk collectors in those years." Chen Zhaoxuan added.
The assistant didn't quite understand.
But still did it.
As long as you do what your boss tells you to do over the years, there is nothing wrong.
…
Beijing University has been lively these past two days.
Five days before the start of school, people rushed to the school one after another.
Su Mingruan sent Huo Huaiming and Huo Huaiwei away and began to prepare for school.
She packed together the production phone notes she had transcribed over the past two days and placed them in the space, waiting to be handed over to Li Changhong after school started.
The day before school starts.
Mr. Huo handed over the seconded guard to Su Mingruan.
Su Mingruan felt a little at ease now.
It is already the end of February in the Gregorian calendar, and there are still more than two months and less than three months until the due date.
The weather is getting warmer day by day.
On the first day of school, the sun is shining brightly.
The ice and snow melted, and even the snow that had been piled up in the alley for a long time melted into water. Su Mingruan walked out of the house with a book in his arms and started his daily school life.
The school is still the original Beijing University.
After walking in, I heard someone discussing news about exchange students.
Su Mingruan listened without paying attention.
After all, I won't trade her.
After class...
After class, he handed Li Changhong a pile of information needed for mobile phone research and development.
Li Changhong took one look and his eyes widened suddenly.
His hands trembled as he looked at the densely packed characters and suddenly turned his head to look at Su Mingruan: "The information on this gives many new ideas. I have a hunch that it will take at most two years to develop a cost-reduced mobile phone. !”
"Then the next thing will be hard on you." Su Mingruan said.
Li Changhong shook his head violently, hard work?
How can it be called hard work to do research?
That was what his heart wanted, and that was the direction he was pursuing.
He was originally in a fog, looking for glimmers of light in a large amount of data and research trials and errors every day. Now that he has this information, he feels that the speed of his research and development will be very fast.
He didn't ask where they came from.
No matter where it comes from, it will eventually be moved to the laboratory, and it will be annoying to ask too many questions.
Their industry requires professionalism, such as immersing themselves in research and talking less.
Su Mingruan started to go to school and went home after class to live a life of two o'clock and one line.
Repeating this every day, she originally thought someone would harm her, but that didn't happen. This made Su Mingruan a little surprised, and he became more cautious.
On this day, Yang Yan, whose legs and feet had recovered, pulled her along the school path. She said, "There is a bookstore outside the school. Many of the books in it are unique. It is said that there are also some lost books related to traditional Chinese medicine. Do you want to go take a look?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine?" Su Mingruan was a little more interested.
When she was getting scar removal cream, she went to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine several times.
From the mouths of those old professors, I learned that the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine is now somewhat fragmented.
Previous policy problems caused the loss of many capable knowledge.
If there really is an orphan copy or something in that bookstore.
Su Mingruan followed Yang Yan's footsteps.
Yang Yan's current image has changed slightly from last year. The original braids have become shoulder-length mid-length hair, the bangs that block her eyes are long and hang directly behind her, and her thin face has a slight layer of flesh.
He no longer looks so malnourished.
They walked to the bookstore together.
The bookstore is large and full of books. There are many tables and bookshelves inside. The bookshelves are classified according to radical codes, making it very simple to find the books you want.
There is also a wind chime hanging at the door. When the door is opened, there is a tinkling sound.
Crisp and full of early spring energy.
The minimum purchase after entering the store is 50 cents.
Su Mingruan and Yang Yan went to the front desk to pay.
When paying, Su Mingruan found that the receptionist was pretty and thin, wearing a white shirt and black pants, and wearing silver-rimmed glasses.
He glanced at her, his eyes curved, and there seemed to be spring in the corners of his reddish eyes, and he said, "Welcome."
