Zhou Yi paused despite himself. Was feeding someone chives supposed to be some cruel form of revenge?
He did not know about anyone else, but he could eat two plates of chives without a problem. It was just that afterward, his wife would refuse to get frisky with him. Put that way, well, it really was pretty cruel.
"Why are you asking about that company? Has that old woman Zhu Li done something? If you need my help with anything, don't you dare stand on ceremony!" Zhao Qiushui's voice grew eager again, tinged with unmistakable anticipation-and delight at someone else's misfortune.
Indeed, the Female Hooligan soon realized that Zhou Yi would not ask about the Deshun Company for no reason. Judging by past examples, not a single person or group he had set his sights on had come to a good end.
Take what had happened years ago, for example. That nemesis of hers, Zhou Yi, had targeted her family, and in the end, she-the sole remaining beauty, blessed with looks that could topple nations-had been the only one to escape the fate of making Heavenly Umbrellas and working prison sewing machines.
"There are some things I need to investigate and verify. Help me find out the details of how the Shunde Company won the bid for the urban village development project," Zhou Yi said without concealing anything.
He trusted Zhao Qiushui a great deal. Not only did he trust her to help him wholeheartedly, he also trusted her ability to do so.
The Female Hooligan came up with a new scheme practically every time her eyes shifted. Using her merely to gather intelligence was overkill.
"Sure. Wait for my news." Zhao Qiushui agreed readily, the corners of her lips lifting slightly. *See, Sister Zhu? I'm not deliberately trying to