Wenren Sheng Villa.
When the two returned home, it was exactly two in the afternoon. The meal was ready, and they did not delay lunch in the slightest. What a coincidence...
Of course, it could not possibly have been such a coincidence. Wenren Sheng had messaged Wu Liansong on the way home, and the man had timed the cooking perfectly.
"Ah, in just one morning, Teacher and Sister Shan Shan landed a project worth over twenty million. Th-this is way too easy to make money..." Zhao Han sat at the table, her eyes sparkling. She had thought her twenty thousand was a huge sum before.
In the eyes of experts, it truly was not worth mentioning.
"Heh, plenty of wealthy people can spend hundreds of millions on a wedding that lasts several days. For dangerous mysterious matters like this, most people will only encounter them once or twice in their entire lives. If rich people are willing to spend tens of millions, is that really so much?" Wu Shanshan picked up a piece of deboned fish and placed it in Wenren Sheng's mouth.
"That's true. Teacher is amazing. I'll get some food for you too." Zhao Han hurriedly nodded. She had just picked up a piece of caramelized sweet potatoes when she sensed a murderous aura.
She smiled awkwardly, turned the potatoes around, and placed them in Wenren De's bowl.
To hide her embarrassment, she continued, "Didn't they say the Patrol Division is the professional organization that handles these mysterious incidents? Why would they spend so much money hiring our club?"
"You need to understand the real objective of the Patrol Division and the Black Shirts," Wenren De said after taking a sip of soup. "They exist for the public. Take the matter A Sheng handled, for example. They would