Chapter 18

The box was dark and quiet, in sharp contrast to the noisy environment outside.

Jin Zongliang went straight into the box and sat down in the middle of the sofa facing the door. In front of the sofa was a huge long table with a whole row of Top Royal salutes and high-grade fruits.

There are two men sitting on the two sides of the sofa. One is Jin Zongliang's assistant, Kris.

The other is sitting next to Kris. The man is wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pressed very low. He is medium skinny, but with wide shoulders. He is wearing a fat pullover. The rose gold ring on the middle finger of his left hand is particularly dazzling.

The man always lowers his head very low. Except for two thick eyebrows, he can't see any facial features and facial expressions.

Jin Zongliang sat down and looked around the room, frowning.

"Kris, why do you have such bad taste now?"

"I'm sorry, boss. I'm late. This is the only suite." Kris, I'm sorry.

Jin Zongliang's eyes glanced at Kris. He didn't say anything more. Then he turned his eyes to the man with a baseball cap next to him, showing alert eyes.

"That's him."

"Yes, boss, this is the ace of the top detective agency in the country, Chen Zhong." Kris replied.

Jin Zongliang takes another look at Chen Zhong. The corners of his eyes and mouth squeeze together slightly, showing his displeasure, because Chen Zhong still lowers his head and doesn't even look at Jin Zongliang.

"He doesn't seem to care much about this business."

Kris saw Jin Zongliang's displeasure. He gently touched Chen Zhong, who was sitting next to him. Then he slowly raised his head.

Under the brim is a pair of Phoenix eyes with a bit of evil.

"Don't you know who I am?" Jin Zongliang said with a smile, although it was a smile, but with a bone chilling.

"Ha ha, of course I know. The famous president Jin." Chen Zhong also responded with a smile.

Jin Zongliang had a bad feeling that he and Chen Zhong didn't agree.

"Well, I'd like to formally introduce myself to Mr. Chen Zhong and Mr. Jin of Tongjin detective office Chen Zhong stretched out his hand with the ring. His fingers were short and thick. It looked very powerful. On his wrist, it was a valuable Rolex watch. It seemed that it was not small.

Jin Zongliang pauses for three seconds and reaches out his hand: "hello."

"Mr. Jin, I heard that you are investigating a woman?" Chen Zhong looks at Jin Zongliang calmly, as if he already knows everything.

Jin Zongliang was shocked and turned his eyes to Kris.

"You told him?"

Kris shook his head. "No, boss." Kris has been following Jin Zongliang for many years. He knows his habits very well and tells him things. If he doesn't have instructions, he will keep them secret forever.

"How do you know about women?" Jin Zongliang's fingers crossed on his legs and beat each other from time to time.

Chen Zhong's eyes rested on Jin Zongliang's fingers.

"I think I'm right. Ha ha. " Chen Zhong picks up a glass of red wine in front of him, shakes the glass and looks at the red wine hanging on the wall in circles.

Jin Zongliang realized that he didn't know it at all. He was just guessing. He was just telling his own story.

"I didn't say it was because of women."

"But your fingers have betrayed your heart."

"My finger?" Jin Zongliang looked down at his crossed fingers.

"Your fingers are hitting each other uneasily, which is enough to show that my guess is correct, isn't it?" Chen Zhong cocked up his lips with pride.

Jin Zongliang raised his eyes and gazed at the man who seemed to be able to see through his mind. His heart was very thin, maybe it could be used.

"You go out for a while." Jin Zongliang said to Kris.

Kris immediately stood up and went outside the door.

"What I want you to investigate today is indeed a woman named Yan Xi." With that, he took out a photo from his file bag. This is a group photo of Yan Xi and himself in high school.

After breaking up, Jin Zongliang tore the photo in half, but he was never willing to throw away Yan Xi's half.

"It's interesting." Chen Zhong took a puff of his cigarette and studied the picture carefully.

"Your little lover?"

Although I hate Yan Xi deeply in my heart, it still causes Jin Zongliang's displeasure to hear him describe Yan Xi so contemptuously from Chen Zhong.

"Pay attention to your mouth, speak cleanly, and don't ask what you shouldn't ask." As he spoke, he looked at Chen Zhong fiercely.

"Well, what do you want to investigate?"

"I want to know what happened to her ten years ago."

"Ten years ago?" Chen Zhong widened his eyes and looked surprised. Then he shook his head and took a deep breath of smoke. "Ten years ago, it was not so easy to investigate.""Well, what do I want you to do? Don't worry, money is not a problem, I just want a result. "

Chen Zhong smiles, revealing yellowish but neat teeth.

"With Mr. Jin's words, I will try my best to check them."

"That's good. Get in touch with Kris." With that, Jin Zongliang stood up cleanly and disappeared into the silence of the private room.

Chen Zhong looks at Jin Zong's cool back and smiles secretly. In the dark, no one finds his smile.

With a bang, Jin Zong Liang stepped on the accelerator, and his top sports car just stopped in his underground garage.

When I got home, it was already midnight.

Jin Zongliang's villa is located in a quiet area on the edge of central. There are only three single family villas. One belongs to Jin Zongliang, one belongs to his father Jin Yongguo, and the last belongs to his uncle Jin Yongchang.

Jin Zongliang is not used to ringing the doorbell to let the servants open the door. Besides, it's midnight now, and the servants are probably asleep.

He took out the key and wanted to open the door by himself, but unexpectedly found that the door was locked.

But he had to ring the doorbell.

"Why is it so late?"

"Dad? What are you doing here? "

It was Jin Yongguo, the father of Jin Zongliang, who opened the door.

He is 1.8 meters tall, and his figure is still very good, but his face is covered with wrinkles, deep lines with the traces of years, and his black hair is carefully carried behind his head. Although he is old, he can still see the handsome when he was young.

"Can't I be here? Where are you going so late? " Jin Yongguo has a straight face and doesn't smile.

"I'm 29 years old. Do I have to report everything to you?" Jin Zongliang's face showed impatience. He ignored Jin Yongguo and went straight to the huge living room.

Jin Zongliang's living room is very simple, but extremely luxurious.

Overhead is a five or six meter high crystal chandelier.