Wei Hua was nowhere near as optimistic as Ye Yuan.
In his view,
there was no such thing as love without reason, nor hatred without reason, in this line of work.
If there were things you could not figure out, it only meant you had not yet discovered their true nature.
So while this matter seemed highly unusual, someone had to be pushing it from behind the scenes.
As for whether the person behind it meant him well or ill, he simply did not know yet.
Just as the two were discussing the matter, Ye Yuan's phone rang.
"Brother Yuan, didn't you say you were coming to pick me up? Where are you?"
Mu Qiang's complaint came through the phone.
"Damn, how did you get here so fast?"
By Ye Yuan's calculations, it should still have taken at least another twenty minutes.
"I'm alone, and I didn't check any luggage. Of course I was fast!"
Mu Qiang said irritably, then added with some resentment,
"Don't tell me you're not here yet?"
"How could that be? I'm in the parking lot! I'm coming over now. Wait there for me!"
"No need. I'll come find you in the parking lot. Tell me your plate number."
"Blue B88S88! A black George Patton."
Ye Yuan did not need to be polite with this guy and simply gave him the plate number.
"Got it. I'll be right there!"
With that, Mu Qiang hung up.
About ten minutes later, the front passenger door of the George Patton was pulled open from outside.
Mu Qiang got in with a grin on his face.
"Brother Yuan, I'm sorry to make you come all the way to pick me up."
Mu Qiang said with a smile.
But judging by that beaming expression of his, he did not look even