Xu Huo followed the trendy man to meet his friend.
The so-called "connection" was actually a gossip reporter. Her studio was tucked away in some obscure corner, with a sign reading "Paid Cheating Investigations" hanging outside.
Noticing where he was looking, the trendy man immediately said, "Don't be fooled by how many kinds of realistic robots there are these days. A machine is still a machine—there are some things it can never match humans in. Relationship disputes are the spice of life, and everyone loves a good cheating scandal."
"It's just that business hasn't been great lately. There's too much fakery, and no one believes the footage anymore."
The studio occupied only one floor, but thanks to the district's conveniences, it was furnished quite well—small but refined, with a technological feel in every detail.
A young woman sat before a terminal, her fingers flying as she frantically handled clients. She took abuse from one person while soliciting new customers from another, even finding the time to glance up at Xu Huo.
The trendy man leaned over. "Sister Mo, I brought you a client."
The young woman shot him a look. "Use my stage name in front of clients."
"Fine, Sister Black Dog." The trendy man nodded.
Sister Mo seemed satisfied. She temporarily shut down the terminal, stood to greet Xu Huo, and invited him to sit before making him some tea. "It's a small business. I can't afford a housekeeping robot, so I had to make the tea myself. Hope you don't mind."
Xu Huo sat on the comfortable, soft sofa. "I heard you have comprehensive information here."
"Of course." Sister Mo set down the teacup, pulled over a chair, and sat across from him with great solemnity. "Even if I don't have it, one of my friends definitely will.