Chapter 1253

In the first half of his life, Li Qing has experienced many storms and waves, but he doesn't seem to be poor. But even so, he still deeply understands what money means to a poor student.

He sat quietly in the car, gently tapping the steering wheel with his fingers, looking through the rearview mirror and staring at Mick leaving. He was curious about how many steps this seemingly weak but extremely stubborn girl could take to support her body with her will.

The girl's back was thin and thin. When she came to the rear intersection, she stopped.

"Eighty seven steps." Li Qing said faintly, with an unfathomable expression on her cheek.

Miko stood at the intersection for five minutes without moving. After these five minutes, she hesitated to take a half step back, and then suddenly turned back.

Back in front of Li Qing's car again, she knocked on the window.

Li Qing rolled down the window and looked at her with a smile: "beauty, what are you doing?"

She pursed her lips, and Mike asked with a tangled face, "why don't you go?"

"I knew you would come back."

Mick hesitated: "how sure are you about the thing you just said?"

"Great grasp. As long as you don't have problems, there is almost no probability of failure."

"Even if I fail, I want 10 million."

"Ha ha, how dare you speak." Li Qing grinned and immediately raised his chin. "Get in the car."

Miko went around to the other side of the car, opened the door and sat in the co driver's seat. After that, the car started and drove to Lushui villa.

While driving, Li Qing asked, "have you heard of Jiang Yuanzhou?"

Mick shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."

"Well, what about the Jiang family? Has this family ever heard of it?"

"Know a little." Miko nodded gently. "Mingtai is a famous local family."

"I don't know anything yet." Li Qing smiled. "The man I asked you to steal is called Jiang Yuanzhou. He is the head of the mingtaijiang family."

I don't know whether it's the illness that hasn't healed, or frightened by Li Qing's words, Mike's cheek looks very pale: "this kind of person... I'm not sure."

"You just need to do what I say. Don't worry about anything else." Li Qing said slowly. "Even if something really happens, I'll protect you. As long as I'm here, you'll never be anything."

Mick sneered: "Mr. Li, I'm not a child. You can't fool me with such words."

"Really?" Li Qing turned her head and looked at Mick, with her eyebrows raised. He held the steering wheel in one hand, put the other hand into his pocket, took out his black wallet and handed it to the girl in the co pilot's seat.

Mick looked confused: "what are you doing?"

"Take it." Li Qing said faintly, "open it."

Miko took the wallet and opened it gently.

Li Qing asked, "what do you see?"

"Money, and a picture of Miss Lin Qiuqiu." Mike replied, staring at the picture of mother and son in her wallet, her beautiful eyes blinked. "Is this your son? It's so beautiful."

"Well." Li Qing nodded, "can you think how much I love my wife and son?"

"Take their photos with you all the time. You can see that you love them very much."

"Just know." Li Qing reached out to pick up his wallet, suddenly stopped the car and said solemnly, "since you don't believe it, I'll say it again. I swear in the name of my favorite wife and son, as long as you do what I say, I'll try my best to protect you in any crisis."

After that, Li Qing looked at the girl around her: "do you understand?"

Mike stared at Li Qing without blinking, and was stunned: "I see."

"Well." Li Qing started the car again, "I do things in good faith and principle. I'm different from those bastards who have gone through the mill and killed the donkey. You can rest assured."

Thirty minutes later, the car arrived at Lushui villa. Li Qing took Mike into the villa living room.

"You sit first." Li Qing pointed to the sofa, "what would you like to drink?"

"Whatever."

"Then drink the juice." Li Qing turned and went to the refrigerator to get the juice. He heard a sound downstairs.

"Brother, are you back?" Qian Liming took the bodyguard down the stairs and glanced at the sofa with a smile. "Tut, I picked up a beautiful girl again. Xiaomei has to overturn the vinegar jar..."

Mike, who had just sat down on the sofa, saw Qian Liming and hurriedly stood up with a nervous face.

Qian Liming went to the sofa and looked at her with a smile: "good, tell Uncle, what's your name?"

"Fat Qian, you should be honest with me. Don't scare the little girl." Li Qing shouted, came back with two bottles of juice and handed Mike a bottle.

Qian Liming gathered together with Li Qing: "Hey, brother, you have a good eye."

"Roll, roll, you're so tired that you're dripping on my feet." Li Qing sat down on the sofa, looked up and drank some juice, then turned his head and looked at the bodyguard at the entrance of the stairs. The corner of his mouth suddenly smoked, "shit, he was in your room just now? What are you two doing? Are you having fun?"

Qian Liming had a black line on his face: "just go out and find a little girl, and I have to make a man in the room?"

"You said it yourself. I didn't say anything."

Qian Liming hissed, "it's not the materials you want. I can't see it alone. Find a fierce son to help me."

Li Qing instantly widened his eyes and turned his head to look at the bodyguard: "fuck, do you still know how to read?"

"Hey, hey, hey." the fierce man giggled.

Qian Liming rolled his eyes and waved to the fierce son at the entrance of the stairs: "give me the materials in your hand."

"Yes." Mengzi came over and handed a stack of materials with a thick dictionary to Qian Liming. The latter took it, put it on the tea table, and then sat down on the sofa.

Li Qing put the juice bottle on the tea table and said faintly, "let me introduce some. This is Mike. The dead fat man is called Qian Liming. Standing behind him is bodyguard Hu Meng. Just call him Meng."

Mick nodded politely, "Hello, boss Qian. I've heard of you."

"Hey, hello." Qian Liming smiled and stretched out his big hand to shake hands with Mike. Seeing this, Li Qing raised his hand and slapped him on the back of his head.

"Ouch." Qian Liming shouted, shrunk his neck and took back his hand, "why?"

Li Qing glanced at Mick: "she has to live here in recent days. You can arrange it and ask for leave for her."

"Yes." Qian Liming nodded. "What company? Paid vacation?"

Li Qing stared at him: "she is a student of Mingtai Academy of fine arts."

"Ah, then take a scholarship vacation." Qian Liming nodded again and waved to the fierce son, "Mingtai Academy of fine arts, Mike, you ask Secretary Jiang to talk to their Dean."

"Yes." the fierce son answered and turned to arrange.

Li Qing said to Mick again, "you should take care of your cold first. Let's take our time."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and gathered the materials on the tea table: "Lao Qian, what do you find?"

"Yes." Qian Liming nodded and opened a few sheets of the thick material. "Look at this. Mengzi just found it. Jiang Yuanzhou, an old man, especially likes to see this play. As long as the troupe goes to the Mingtai Grand Theater every time."

"The wind in the middle of the night?" Li Qing frowned. "What the hell?"

"It's a drama about a little man who struggles and struggles in the bottom society and finally succeeds," Miko said gently. "This drama was also played in the art festival of our school."

"Oh." Li Qing raised his hand and gently rubbed his chin. "It sounds like his personal experience with Jiang Yuanzhou is quite similar. No wonder he likes it."

"The Grand Theater." Qian Liming rubbed his hands and looked a little excited. "The lights are dim. People watching the play are focused. What an easy place to start. Mengzi and I have been looking for a long time. This is the best opportunity."

"It's really good." Li Qing nodded. "When will the play start?"

"The troupe comes once every six months. The first half of today is probably in early April."

Li Qing frowned: "no, I can't wait that long. Go find a way and let them come next week."

Qian Liming replied, "yes, I'll find a way."

"We should understand the details clearly and ensure that everything is safe. I'll go to the Mingtai Grand Theater this afternoon to see how the environment is." Li Qing looked up at Miko. "Let Lao Qian arrange a place for you to rest and get well as soon as possible."

Qian Liming asked, "brother, where does she live?"

"Where's Xiaomei?"

"I went to Qianmen port with fat Su, but she should be able to come back in the evening."

Li Qing nodded: "let Mike live with Xiaomei and let Xiaomei teach her by the way."

Mick couldn't help asking, "what to learn?"

"You have the means, but you are not good at camouflage." Li Qing said faintly, "I'll find someone skilled in this field to teach you, otherwise I won't dare to lead you to Jiang Yuanzhou. It's going to cause great trouble."

Qian Liming looked at Miko and looked a little suspicious: "brother, how do I think... It's not very reliable. We're a big event this time. You can't choose people by looking at your face."

"Lao Qian, get up." Li Qing raised his hand and pointed to the middle of the living room, "where to stand."

"Oh, want to try?" Qian Liming got up with a smile and walked to the center of the living room. "Brother, I'm on guard. Is it too bullying?"

Li Qing did not answer, but looked directly at the girl opposite: "you try."

"HMM." Miko nodded his head gently and immediately got up and walked towards Qian Liming.

The distance between the two men was getting closer and closer, and Miko stepped up and suddenly brushed past his side.

Li Qing, with her arms around her chest, stood behind the sofa and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Lao Qian, do you feel anything?"

"No." Qian Liming shook his head blankly.

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