"You said Zhang Wei snatched the case file you showed me before?"
At noon, while they were eating, Yang Jian received this strange piece of news from Liu Xiaoyu.
"Why would he steal your case file? That thing isn't worth anything, and it's not particularly useful either. Don't tell me he suddenly ran out of toilet paper while using the bathroom and you happened to walk by?"
"Zhang Wei said he's going to handle this case. Aren't you going to do anything about it? Get the file back." Liu Xiaoyu sulkily buried her head in her food.
It was her first day at work, and this happened. No one would be in a good mood.
"There's no need. Let him go. He has no logistical support and no supernatural powers. With just a case file, he won't even be able to find anyone. Once he makes the rounds and gets nowhere, he'll naturally come back," Yang Jian said.
"But he's interfering with my work," Liu Xiaoyu said.
Yang Jian corrected her. "You're wrong. Here, all work revolves around me. Your job is to satisfy me. Everything else is unimportant."
"You're being far too reckless," Liu Xiaoyu said.
"This is how I do things. If you think it's wrong, you can have Headquarters dismiss me at any time," Yang Jian said casually.
Liu Xiaoyu had nothing more to say and could only continue eating with her head down.
Meanwhile.
After studying the case file and combining it with the analysis he had overheard from Yang Jian earlier, Zhang Wei drove straight toward the northern district with a confident air.
"Hello, Brother A Fei? Hurry up and bring your people over. It's time to get to work. I've already sent you my location."
"Awei? Sure, no problem. How many people should I