Chapter 73 The Seventy-Third Day of No More Running Away The Seventy-Third Day of No More Running Away...

Chapter 73 The Seventy-Third Day of No More Running Away The Seventy-Third Day of No More Running Away...

"Miss Zhang."

Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan personally came to pick up Zhang Yurong and her assistant.

Zhang Yurong wore a white short-sleeved top and a suit skirt, with a Hermes watch on her wrist. She exuded an ethereal aura. She shook hands with Wen Chan and nodded to Chen Bozheng.

After leaving the airport, I got into a taxi.

Wen Chan and Zhang Yurong were both sitting in the back seat. She smiled and said, "Miss Zhang, I really have to thank you. When I called you, I really didn't expect you to agree to help me so easily, after all, this matter is still a bit troublesome."

She was just being polite, and Zhang Yurong knew it.

Zhang Yurong said, "Miss Wen, although we haven't interacted much, we're still friends, aren't we? If a friend needs help, isn't it just a matter of saying so? Like this time I came to Beijing in a hurry, and you came to pick me up from the airport and even booked a hotel for me. If I were to thank you, we'd be thanking each other endlessly."

Both of them were intelligent people, and there was no need to say anything more after testing the waters.

Zhang Yurong said, "We'll discuss the specifics when we eat later. How is your illness? Is it serious?"

Wen Chan also dropped her facade, "It's alright, but my husband is mainly anxious. He wants me to have the surgery as soon as possible so he can feel at ease. Actually, I'm a bit afraid of surgery and would rather delay it."

Chen Bo was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at Wen Chan through the rearview mirror. He laughed and said, "Now you've finally told the truth. I thought you weren't afraid of surgery."

Wen Chan pouted, "Who isn't afraid of this? It goes without saying. If I could avoid surgery, I really wouldn't want to."

Zhang Yurong comforted her, "It's alright. I've asked my friends about heart bypass surgery. The hospital you mentioned is indeed very famous. I've already asked my friends to contact Dr. Smithson at that hospital. He's a cardiologist and has the highest success rate. This kind of surgery is also very mature abroad. Several of my elders have had similar surgeries and they're all doing well now."

With Zhang Yurong's words, Wen Chan felt somewhat relieved.

She knew that after a successful heart bypass surgery, as long as she rested well, it wouldn't affect her daily life. But the thought of surgery, especially on such a crucial part as the heart, still terrified Wen Chan, no matter how brave she was.

Just because she was able to be reborn once doesn't mean she can be reborn a second time.

Life is only once, how can I be at ease?

Wen Chan and her husband escorted Zhang Yurong and her group to the hotel, where they dined at the hotel's Chinese restaurant. Wen Chan handed over her, Jiang Zihan's, and Fatty's documents to Zhang Yurong.

After reviewing the documents, Zhang Yurong handed them to her assistant and turned to Wen Chan, saying, "This is not difficult. I will call you tomorrow to tell you when the visas will be issued. You can start packing your bags. As for foreign exchange, I can help you if you are short of funds."

Don't bother two people with the same task.

Wen Chan said, "Then I'll really trouble you. It's not easy to exchange several million RMB for foreign currency and transfer it out."

Zhang Yurong smiled and said, "I just happen to have an aunt who can help. If you're short on cash, that's okay. I have some money here, and I can lend it to you for the surgery."

Chen Bo, who was standing to the side, smiled and said, "Miss Zhang is so generous. We are quite flattered."

Wen Chan glanced at Chen Bozheng, smiled, and said nothing.

After dinner, on the way back, walking in the alley, Wen Chan asked Chen Bozheng, "What you said just now sounded a bit sarcastic."

Chen Bozheng countered, "Really? I didn't notice."

Wen Chan said, "I really didn't realize it. Why do you keep calling me Miss Zhang? Tonight, she invited me to sit at a bar nearby, and you even said I have a heart condition and can't listen to music. Huh? When did I become so fragile?"

She bumped into Chen Bozheng as she walked.

Chen Bo was worried she might fall, so he helped her up. When he met Wen Chan's teasing gaze, he wiped his face and said, "Okay, I'm a little jealous of her. For me, something so difficult, she can get it done with just a word, and she's so rich. If she weren't a woman, I would suspect she's up to something."

Wen Chan chuckled, "How can you be so petty? Their ancestors were rich, we can't be envious of that."

"I know." Chen Bo was unconsciously holding Wen Chan's hand. He noticed that her hand was very soft and cool, and it felt like there were no bones in it. "I just want to cherish you, but I don't have the ability to do so."

As he said this, he lowered his head, feeling somewhat distressed.

Wen Chan looked at him and kicked a stone on the ground. "That's not true. You're already quite amazing."

It's worth noting that compared to everyone around him, Chen Bozheng is practically an outstanding individual. His auto repair shop is making a lot of money now, earning at least 700,000 to 800,000 yuan a month.

Chen Bo remained silent. Wen Chan's heart tightened, and she shook her hand, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Chen Bozheng suddenly looked up, smiled at Wen Chan, and said, "I was thinking that you really don't know how to comfort people."

"What are you saying!" Wen Chan was almost furious. She clenched her fist and punched Chen Bozheng. "Are you trying to scare me? Are you just putting on an act?"

Chen Bo chuckled and dodged a few times, but Wen Chan hit him several times before she finally vented her anger.

Chen Bo was holding her hand. "Wait for me. When you come back, I'll definitely give you a surprise."

Wen Chan looked at Chen Bozheng and hummed in agreement.

The news from Zhang Yurong came very quickly; she called the next day to say that the matter had been settled and the visa had been issued.

Jiang Zihan and the fat man were both caught off guard.

Jiang Zihan covered her head, "So fast, I wasn't prepared at all, and I've only been learning English for a little over ten days."

The fat man added, "Yeah, she knows a little English, but I don't know anything."

Wen Chan tidied up the dishes on the coffee table and said, "It's okay if you don't know how. I'll find a translator to go with us when we get there. Don't be too nervous. The main reason I'm taking you there is that there are some things that are inconvenient to do with someone else."

She didn't expect Jiang Zihan and the fat man to speak English very well. Anyway, no matter how good they were, it would all be the same after going abroad; they would have to adapt.

"Can we really do this?" The fat man was dumbfounded by Wen Chan's calmness. "I can't even read the twenty-six letters of the alphabet."

Wen Chan chuckled, “Just because you can read doesn’t mean you can understand what Americans are saying. Let me tell you, don’t worry, as long as you can gesture, you won’t run into trouble abroad. There are plenty of people from Fujian who smuggle themselves into America, many of them illiterate, and they still manage to live in America.”

Hearing Wen Chan say this, the fat man was somewhat relieved.

Seeing Wen Chan packing her things, Fatty asked in confusion, "Sister-in-law, why are you packing now? Aren't we supposed to pack our luggage quickly? Oh right, I heard things are expensive abroad. How about I go buy some steamed buns and dumplings so we can take them with us and eat them when we go abroad?"

Wen Chan's forehead creased with three black lines. "Why didn't you suggest bringing some pickled vegetables?"

"I was planning to bring it," the fat man said honestly.

Wen Chan looked at his honest appearance and her lips twitched. "What are you talking about? Hurry up and help pack. Miss Zhang is coming over."

ah? !

Jiang Zihan and the fat man were stunned, and immediately started tidying up inside and out.

The west courtyard wasn't dirty to begin with. Chen Bozheng was a tidy person and would organize things at home whenever he had free time, so things weren't messy. But the space was only so big, and no matter how much he tidied it up, it still looked a bit shabby.

When Zhang Yurong arrived with her assistant Mi Lin, she was somewhat surprised.

The car caused quite a stir when it arrived at the entrance of the courtyard; the children found the car fascinating.

Looking at the snotty-nosed child outside, then at the entrance of the cluttered courtyard, Mi Lin whispered to Zhang Yurong, "Miss, have we come to the wrong place?"

The driver also said, "Yes, Miss Zhang, does the person you're looking for really live here?"

"There's no mistake, this is it." Zhang Yurong opened the car door and got out. She was carrying a sharkskin bag and wearing a black Chanel-style suit, which looked completely out of place in this dilapidated and messy courtyard.

Several men walked by, glancing back at her with expressions of curiosity.

"Miss Zhang." Wen Chan came out to greet her when she heard the noise.

Upon seeing Wen Chan, Zhang Yurong finally calmed down. She instructed the driver to wait in the alley outside, and then went in with her assistant.

"How is the house?" Wen Chan greeted Zhang Yurong with a smile.

Zhang Yurong sat on the faux leather sofa, looked around, and then looked at Wen Chan, "Do you want to tell the truth?"

"Just say it directly." Wen Chan poured water for her and her assistant.

Jiang Zihan brought out a plate of sliced ​​fruit.

Zhang Yurong said, "When I was abroad, I also studied the 'Ode to a Humble Abode,' which says, 'This is a humble abode, but my virtue makes it fragrant.'"

Wen Chan couldn't help but laugh, "Miss Zhang speaks so elegantly. To tell you the truth, I wasn't used to living here at first either, but after living here for a while, I got used to it and even felt that there was a lot of life here."

“Miss Wen is no ordinary person,” Zhang Yurong said with a smile. “If it were me, I’m afraid I couldn’t handle it.”

“Most people couldn’t stand it,” Wen Chan said. “I think the reason I like it is mostly because I can leave whenever I want, so I can find it as a pleasure.”

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wen Chan realized she hadn't had a chance to introduce Jiang Zihan, so she did so.

Zhang Yurong also introduced her assistant, Mi Lin, but did not mention Mi Lin's educational background.

But Wen Chan could tell that Mi Lin's educational background was probably extraordinary.

After exchanging pleasantries, Wen Chan got down to business, "Ms. Zhang, let's get straight to the point. I did help you make some money before, but you've already given me my commission. You've done me such a big favor this time, how can I help you?"

Zhang Yurong didn't rush to explain. She took out a stack of documents from her handbag and handed them to Wen Chan.

Wen Chan took the document, opened it, and after a few glances, recognized it as an annual report of a private equity fund. Judging from the annual profit on the report, the losses were exceptionally high.

She glanced at it a few times and then returned it to Zhang Yurong.

Zhang Yurong had a clear understanding of the situation from the data Wen Chan had shown her. This person was clearly an expert, knowing which parts of an annual report to look at and which parts were useless to look at.

She was now 20% certain that she had finally found the right person.

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Author's Note: Pre-order: "Reborn as a Female Detective in the 90s"

In 1992, several new officers joined a local police station in Beijing, including a new policewoman named Lin Xiang.

Mr. Lin had a long-standing relationship with the police station chief, and he asked in advance, "My daughter has been pampered since she was a child and is afraid of blood. You must take care of her."

The old director agreed verbally, but was worried in his heart. What should he do with such a young girl?

Unexpectedly, the little girl was very capable despite her young age.

He is skilled in trace evidence examination, understands criminal investigation, and can also memorize fingerprints.

In a rainy night serial killer case, she used a blurry mosaic drawing to identify the real culprit, which scared the criminal into turning himself in.

The case of the body dumped on the grassland was directly confirmed by two clues to be a case of husband killing wife.

One case after another was solved, making the police chief grin from ear to ear, but he was also worried because the young woman was so capable that higher-level departments were trying to poach her.

Lin Xiang's two biggest regrets in her past life were: first, she went abroad out of spite of her scumbag boyfriend, missing out on many things at home; and second, only in middle age did she realize that she would rather be a real police officer, practicing in real-world scenarios, than study criminal investigation theory.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in 1992.

That year, she had just broken up with her ex-fiancé and was still feeling resentful. She didn't even look at the document that assigned her to report to the Haikou District Police Station.

This time, she chose to take the documents and report to the police station.

From then on, a legendary figure was added to China's criminal investigation field—female detective Lin Xiang!