"Who wants to hire one?" Chen Qing Shan inspected the edge of her throwing knife by candlelight.
"If, hypothetically, someone wanted to hire..."
"I don't work as a bodyguard."
"..." Wang Yang choked on his words, then asked, "If you don't work as a bodyguard, how do you make a living?"
Chen Qing Shan lowered her head and slid the cleaned knife into a long, linked string of knife sheaths. "I have money."
Wang Yang blinked. "How much money do you have?"
Chen Qing Shan immediately grew wary. "Why do you ask?"
"What I mean is... unless you're particularly rich, you still need to earn money!" Wang Yang wanted to talk Chen Qing Shan into becoming his long-term bodyguard.
Chen Qing Shan took out another throwing knife and began wiping it. "I don't want to earn money. I want to uncover the truth."
"And after you've uncovered the truth?"
"I haven't thought about it."
Wang Yang seized the opportunity. "Why don't you stay with me, then?"
Chen Qing Shan abruptly stopped wiping her knife and turned to look at Wang Yang.
For some reason, Wang Yang suddenly felt a little nervous. He hurriedly added, "As my bodyguard."
Chen Qing Shan looked at him, then withdrew her gaze and resumed wiping the blade. "I don't work as a bodyguard."
Wang Yang refused to give up. "Everything is negotiable. You can set a higher fee. Try it for a while first, and if you really don't like it-"
Chen Qing Shan cut him off coldly. "When are you going to question Jiao Zheng?"
"The right opportunity is coming soon. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten."
"Good." Chen Qing Shan stood up.
"Don't go! Let's talk some more! How about a house thrown in with the bodyguard job?"
Chen Qing Shan walked straight out.