I Just Want To Be A Salted Fish Quietly

Looking at the tired Zhuang Tong beside him, Lin Xian nodded and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Tang Ping said with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Lin leave the phone, I won't disturb your rest!"

"Don't worry, let's have a midnight snack together!" Lin Xian invited.

Although it is necessary for work, it is not easy for people to pick up the plane late at night and early in the morning.

Secondly, Lin Xian also wanted to know about Master Liao Jie's current situation.

"No need, Mr. Lin." Tang Ping refused with great insight.

"Let's go together, and tell me about the information you have investigated!"

Hearing this, Tang Ping no longer refused, showing a simple and honest smile and said: "Then interrupt!"

When the three of them walked out of the airport, there was a sudden cold wind blowing towards them.

Lin Xian and Zhuang Tong immediately shivered.

I go!

It's really cooling down!

"Affected by the typhoon these days, the temperature difference between day and night is huge. Mr. Lin should keep warm!" Tang Ping reminded.

"Um!"

Lin Xian nodded, took Zhuang Tong in his arms and went straight to a black Bentley.

As a VIP user of Shangri-La Hotel, private car transfer is just one of the most basic services.

After confirming his identity, the Bentley driver graciously opened the door and took the suitcase.

Sitting on the comfortable leather seat of the Bentley, Lin Xian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Comfortable!

Think about it too, comfort is the selling point of Bentley, the cost of a seat is as high as 200,000, can it be uncomfortable?

Zhuang Tong leaned his head on Lin Xian's shoulder and said with some disappointment: "Honey, the first class cabin is completely different from what I imagined.

"You thought it was an Emirates flight?"

Lin Xian smiled slightly and explained: "This is the case for short-distance domestic flights. If it is a long-distance flight or an international flight, it will be much better."

"All right!"

Zhuang Tong was indeed sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep at the moment, leaning on his shoulder, looking sluggish.

Lin Xian took a careful look at Tang Ping, who was seated opposite him, and found that he had made a wrong judgment earlier.

The age of the other party should not be very old, at most in his thirties, but because of his dark and rough skin, he looks older.

He sat there with his back straight and his hands naturally on his lap.

This standard sitting posture should be a habit developed in the army.

Seeing this, Lin Xian couldn't help asking: "Have you been a soldier before?"

"I worked as a scout for two years, and after retiring from the army, I went abroad as a mercenary for a year!" Tang Ping nodded.

"Have you ever worked as a mercenary?" Lin Xian asked in surprise.

To be honest, Lin Xian's impression of mercenaries is only in movies and novels.

When thinking of mercenaries, words such as licking blood from the edge of a knife and hail of bullets will pop up in your mind.

Seeing his surprised expression, Tang Ping explained: "Actually, they are not considered mercenaries. They are security guards in essence. Because places like FZ and ZD are relatively chaotic, so the companies where Chinese people work there need to recruit security guards. Although the salary is It's okay, but life is boring."

"It was during that time that I fell in love with detective novels and movies, so I resigned and returned to China to join the current detective agency.

Zhuang Tong frowned and said in surprise, "You're a detective? You don't look like it!"

Tang Ping smiled wryly and said: "At the beginning, I suffered from being uneducated. After returning to China to enter the industry, I realized that private detectives have no living environment in China. Basically, they are helping to catch mistresses and find people. Moreover, this industry is a mixed bag. There are people, and many people disappear after doing it.”

"That's it!"

The image of a private detective in Zhuang Tong's heart collapsed instantly.

Lin Xian was not surprised, he checked it before.

In fact, not only Starmark Country, but also the so-called detective agencies abroad. After all, a movie is a movie, and there is still a big difference from reality.

Lin Xian said, "Tell me about Liao Jie's situation!"

"Liao Jie, male, 56 years old, used to be the chef of Jirui Building, and is currently working as a night shift employee at a convenience store on West Street, Panyu District."

After Tang Ping paused, he continued: "According to my contact with him, he seems to have some mental problems.

"Have mental problems? Tell me in detail." Lin Xian frowned.

"I pretended to go to a convenience store to buy something, and after talking with him, I found that his language organization ability was very poor, he spoke upside down, and couldn't communicate with him normally at all. Moreover, he was a serious alcoholic. I saw with my own eyes that he took the convenience Drink the wine sold in the store!"

For a moment, Lin Xian couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Liao Jie must have been hit by something back then, which led to his current appearance.

However, what kind of blow could make a unparalleled successor of the royal chef become like this?

Lin Xian continued to ask, "Where does he live now?"

Tang Ping replied: "I live in the warehouse of the convenience store, because the contact time with the target person is too short, I only have this information for the time being.

"Mr. Lin, we're at the hotel!"

At this moment, the driver of Bentley reminded him.

The three of them walked into the hotel, and a woman in business attire greeted her immediately, bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Mr. Lin, I am your full-time butler Yu Jing, you can ask me for anything you need!"

Full-time butler?

Tang Ping on the side couldn't help but be speechless secretly.

It was the first time he knew that there was a housekeeper in a hotel.

Lin Xian asked, "Is the restaurant in the hotel still open?"

"The restaurant is closed!" Yu Jing replied.

Lin Xian ordered: "Help me prepare a supper, something richer, and deliver it to the room!"

He didn't ask Yu Jing where to get him supper.

If you can't even do this well, it's impossible for the other party to be a full-time butler in the Shangri-La Hotel.

Taking the elevator all the way to the 23rd floor, Lin Xian swiped his card and opened the door.

After Tang Ping entered the room, he seemed a little restrained, sitting on the sofa in the living room, he said: "Mr. Lin, it's getting late, I won't disturb your rest.

"It's all here, let's go back after supper!" Lin Xian said with a smile.

Tang Ping would like to say that there is no midnight snack at this point except for KFC and McDonald's.

However, after a short wait, Yu Jing and a waiter pushing a dining cart entered the room.

As the waiter placed plates of supper on the tea table, Tang Ping couldn't help swallowing the tempting aroma.

Sea urchin and coral imperial concubine dumplings, steamed chicken feet with black bean flavor, golden sand red rice sausage, golden soup dumplings with crab powder, chicken porridge with abalone and scallops.

Just by looking at these delicacies, you can tell that they are made by chefs, and they are definitely not bought from street stalls.

Yu Jing said apologetically: "Mr. Lin, I'm really sorry, because it's too late, I can only wrong you a little bit!"

What's wrong with this?

"hiss!"

Tang Ping couldn't help but gasped in his heart.

Can't help sighing: It's nice to have money!

"I am very satisfied!"

Lin Xian smiled, took out a tip of two hundred yuan and handed it to the waiter, and then handed over the remaining one thousand yuan to Yu Jing.

Feeling the thickness of the tip in her hand, Yu Jing smiled enthusiastically: "Don't disturb the three of you eating, if you need anything, please tell me four at any time!"