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Lin Wanwan put the gift box back into her bag.

She looked up at Lu Yuan solemnly, "I've got it."

Lin Wanwan put her mask and baseball cap back on, took a half step back, and bowed to Lu Yuan.

The waist is bent very low.

Little Orange stood to the side, flustered, and also bowed.

Lin Wanwan said softly, "Teacher Lu, please feel free to contact me if you need anything in the future."

Lu Yuan thought for a moment: "Do you have any good cat food brands to recommend?"

Lin Wanwan was stunned.

Jiang Yan rolled her eyes.

Lu Yuan added, "It's okay if you don't have any. Be careful on the road."

Lin Wanwan's eyes crinkled slightly; you could tell she was smiling even through her mask.

She pulled Xiao Ju along and hurried downstairs.

As Xiao Ju supported her, she muttered softly, "Sister Wanwan, I believe you now."

"Believe in what?"

"The real masters are often found among ordinary people."

Lin Wanwan didn't reply.

I glanced back at the fourth floor.

The security door was half open, and Lu Yuan was scolding the orange cat while Jiang Yan stood next door, as if interrogating a suspect.

At the alleyway downstairs, Lin Wanwan pulled her hat down low and got into the car.

The car door closed, the engine started, and the breakfast stalls, repair shops, and mahjong parlors in the alley mixed together, swallowing most of the engine noise.

Across the street, an old bread truck was parked under the shade of a tree.

The car window was open a crack.

A telephoto lens peeks out from the slit, its black barrel slightly focused.

Click, click-click.

The image of Lin Wanwan lowering her head to get into the car was captured in its entirety on the memory card.

In the background, the building numbers of the old residential area in the south of the city are clearly visible, and even the red paper sign at the entrance of the building that reads "Professional sewer unclogging" is not missing.

Inside the car, the man in the baseball cap stared at the camera screen and grinned.

"Nation's First Love, Old and Dilapidated Apartment in the South of the City, Private Visit."

The passenger in the front seat, a cigarette dangling from his lips, asked, "Where's the man?"

"No clear shot of her face."

"That's enough. Keep it for now."

Ashes fell on his pants, and he patted them off.

"These days, it's not that there aren't enough photos, it's that there aren't enough stories."

……

The fourth-floor hallway became quiet again.

Jiang Yan placed the trash bag at her feet, crossed her arms, and pressed her fox-like eyes down on Lu Yuan.

"Confess."

Lu Yuan bent down and pulled Lao Liu out from under the sofa.

Lu Yuan looked at Jiang Yan: "What do you want me to explain?"

How did you become acquainted with Lin Wanwan?

"Dinner party."

Jiang Yan scoffed, "They came to my door with limited-edition watches, bowing and thanking me, and you're telling me it was a dinner party?"

"A minor incident occurred at the dinner party."

"How small?"

Lu Yuan put Lao Liu on the coffee table, then picked up the cat treat packaging from the floor, his tone pained.

"A plate of bluefin tuna sashimi was knocked over by Mr. Wang slamming his fist on the table."

Jiang Yan waited for two seconds, but received no further comment.

"and then?"

"And then I didn't get to eat."

"..."

Lu Yuan looked down: "There's even soy sauce spilled on it. It's haute couture, dry cleaning probably won't be cheap."

Jiang Yan stared at him.

She originally wanted to ask President Wang why he slammed his fist on the table, and why Lin Wanwan came to thank him.

But when Lu Yuan opened his mouth, all he talked about were fish, soy sauce, and dry cleaning fees.

Jiang Yan's bellyful of interrogation questions was blocked by a plate of sashimi that had fallen to the ground.

"So that's what you were most concerned about at the time?"

"Eight thousand per person," Lu Yuan said. "We barely ate any of the food on the table, so we felt a huge psychological loss."

Jiang Yan's temple throbbed.

Lu Yuan had already squatted down and continued rummaging through the remnants of the cat treat.

He laid the packaging bags out on the floor, like evidence presented in a forensic examination.

"Old Liu's actions were premeditated. He first bit the outer packaging, then dragged it under the sofa to avoid the main surveillance camera's view."

Jiang Yan glanced at the roof.

"Where did you get the main surveillance camera for your house?"

"I."

Jiang Yan was so angry she laughed.

Lu Yuan pointed at the sixth brother: "Look at his attitude, he refuses to admit his guilt."

The sixth brother licked his paws.

Jiang Yan's inexplicable irritation was washed away by this cross-species economic dispute.

The detective's intuition told her that Lu Yuan didn't have a place for Lin Wanwan in his mind when it came to matters of the heart.

His prioritization is very simple.

Cat, food, on sale!

And the 186,000 high-end items that were contaminated.

Jiang Yan picked up the trash bag and walked towards the stairwell with a cold face.

Lu Yuan asked, "Officer Jiang, are we not going to proceed with the interrogation?"

"What are you going to investigate? How did you turn an 8,000 yuan meal per person into a protest?"

Jiang Yan descended two steps and then turned back.

"Serves you right for eating boxed lunches every day."

Lu Yuan said seriously, "At least the supply of boxed meals will be stable."

Jiang Yan ignored him and turned to go downstairs.

The sixth brother jumped off the coffee table, trying to snatch a piece of the packaging bag.

Lu Yuan reacted quickly and pressed down.

"Don't touch the evidence."

……

city ​​center.

The lighting in the private rooms of this top-tier private club is very dim.

Mr. Wang leaned back on the leather sofa, a glass of wine in his hand, his face grim. The women around him sat properly, none daring to move.

His subordinate, Ah Kun, bent down and leaned closer, trying to curry favor.

"Mr. Wang, regarding 'The Faceless Ones'... are you still in contact with Su Qinghan?"

*Thud*, the wine glass smashed at Ah Kun's feet.

The crystal glass shattered on the floor, and the liquor spilled onto his trouser legs.

Ah Kun didn't dare to dodge; he stood still, his head lowered even further.

Mr. Wang was panting heavily, and the cut on his neck from the chopstick tip was still covered with gauze.

Upon hearing the name "Su Qinghan," the first thing that popped into his mind was the wooden chopsticks in Lu Yuan's hand.

The chopstick was pressed against the artery.

If they send just a little more in, he won't even be able to get an ambulance.

That fear has been haunting him for the past few days.

On their own turf, fear quickly turned into humiliation.

He, a respectable investor, was scared out of his wits by an actor in public.

If this gets out, how will he be able to sit in the main seat in the future?

Mr. Wang swept the other wine glass onto the floor as well.

"Kill him!"

The women shrank back in fright.

Ah Kun whispered, "Mr. Wang, Lu Yuan's skills are extraordinary. Su Qinghan has also made some threats, so going against him could easily lead to trouble."

Mr. Wang kicked out, saying, "Then you're going to teach me to endure?"

Ah Kun was hit, but instead of dodging, he moved closer.

"Mr. Wang, you don't necessarily have to do it yourself to deal with people in the entertainment industry."

Mr. Wang looked at him.

Ah Kun lowered his voice: "He's popular now because of his audience appeal. The audience can lift him up, and they can also bring him down."

Mr. Wang squinted.

Ah Kun continued, "There's a shady PR firm in the industry called Dark Web Media. They take on all sorts of dirty and ruthless jobs."

"They've driven away top celebrities, broken up the marriage of a movie queen, and even compiled a list of scandals involving minors. If they have enough money, they can turn a blank sheet of paper into the bottom of a pot."

Mr. Wang remained silent.

Ah Kun took out his phone and dialed a number.

The call connected, and a man answered, his voice laced with laughter: "Ah Kun? Another job?"

Ah Kun looked at President Wang.

President Wang snatched the phone. "Target: Lu Yuan."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone. "The recent one?"

"right."

"He's currently enjoying immense popularity. 'Black Gold' is still going strong at the box office, and 'Escape Room' just became a hit. He has both fans and casual viewers. Creating negative rumors about him carries a high risk of backlash."

Mr. Wang gritted his teeth: "I'll give a seven-figure deposit. After the deal is done, I'll pay three times that amount as the final payment."

The person on the other end of the phone laughed.

In business, many concerns stem from the price not being right!

Now that the price is right, the risks can naturally be reassessed!