"Uncle Yang, what's our organization's base like? Is it one of those really cool underground bases?"
Early the next morning, Yang Bowen and Meng Bochao met up as arranged and headed toward the Nine Suns Comprehensive Consulting Company's storefront. Along the way, Meng Bochao kept asking questions, barely concealing his excitement.
"Then you're going to be disappointed. It's just a little storefront."
Yang Bowen was rather speechless.
Even he had to concede defeat when it came to letting his imagination run wild. After all, he was approaching middle age, while Meng Bochao was still at the age of fanciful teenage delusions.
"Oh, oh, I get it. Hiding in plain sight, right?"
Meng Bochao nodded in agreement, then continued curiously, "What do we usually do? Can you tell me a little? Of course, if you can't talk about it, Uncle Yang, just pretend I never asked."
"We're a consulting company. Besides that, the boss probably has some other businesses and forces under him, but I'm not too clear on the specifics either."
Yang Bowen shook his head.
Although they had spent quite a long time together by now, he really couldn't quite figure his boss out. The more he learned about investigation and intelligence gathering, the more mysterious his boss seemed.
Had the boss really just happened to encounter and recruit him back then, and now Meng Bochao?
Why could the boss spot their talents at a glance?
Was it really some so-called detective skill?
Or had the boss already secretly ordered some terrifying intelligence organization to investigate them, thoroughly analyzing even talents they themselves hadn't noticed?
Originally, this had only been a passing thought during his idle musings, but after talking with Meng Bochao yesterday, that suspicion had begun to grow stronger.
Little Meng's case was even more outrageous than