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Chapter 11 011: The identity of the Rongli boss, Cheng Ji¡¯s official wife

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    On Tuesday, the sky still did not clear up, and the wind blew the drizzle into mist, blurring the glass and scrawling the reflection.

    Rong Li is drawing game skins again, and he seems to be determined not to give up until he can draw them.

    Cheng Ji was in a good mood. He didn¡¯t know where he got the tobacco, but he was rolling cigarettes in a decent manner: ¡°Help me look after the store for a few days next week.¡±

    Rong Li didn¡¯t raise his head and refused: ¡°No time.¡±

    Cheng Ji glanced at him and smoothed out the tobacco: "Play less games, and be careful of sudden death." He laughed directly and tactfully, "You only have a bronze, and you are tortured every day. Isn't it interesting?"

    Rong Li threw a lighter over.

    Cheng Ji caught it steadily.

    Rong Li had no expression on his face, his eyes were like ice knives: "I am Bai Yin."

    Cheng Ji smiled: "Really? That's quite a progress."

    If looks could kill, Rong Li had already cut Cheng Ji into thousands of pieces, no, he had crushed his bones and scattered ashes.

    Cheng Ji continued to roll his cigarette. He put the cut tobacco on the cigarette paper and flattened it with two fingers: "I accepted a mission and have to go back."

    "It's okay to look at the store." Rong Li put away his mobile phone and made an offer, "Ten thousand a day, paid daily."

    Cheng Ji put cotton wool into the cigarette paper and trimmed it: "My shabby shop can't make ten thousand a year. Rong Li, instead of doing intelligence, you're doing extortion instead?"

    Rong Li works as an intelligence officer, while Cheng Ji works as a professional errand boy. They are two different branches.  When Xibei International was not yet divided, there were six masters, but now there are only three left, and Rong Li is the sixth.

    To be precise, there are only two left. After all, Rong Li is already a dead person in the eyes of those people.

    Although Rong Li and Cheng Ji are not from the same school, they can be regarded as having experienced life and death, and their love is still a little stronger than plastic.  But when it comes to money, there is no friendship, no friendship at all.  Of course, these are Cheng Ji's unilateral thoughts.

    "The discussion was not appropriate and there was no discussion, so Rong Li got up and left.

    Cheng Ji asked something else: "When will the trial of Rong Hai's case begin?" It should be soon.

    "This Friday."

    Cheng Ji sealed the edges of the cigarettes, but he did not stop Rong Li and continued to talk: "What are your plans after the case is over?"

    Rong Li has already walked to the door: "No plan."

    He returned to Xiangyun Town because he wanted to see the death of certain people with his own eyes. After watching Rong Hai, it was time to move on to the next one.

    The wind chimes hanging at the door jingled. Rong Li raised his eyes and saw Xu Tanxi. She climbed up the stairs, her steps slow and light.

    "What's rare is that she is not wearing a cheongsam. She wears a white round-neck sweater with an apricot pink retro fringed skirt. A light cyan scarf presses down half of her hair, which is very casual.

    The stairs are very narrow, so if two people pass by them at the same time, it will be a bit crowded.

    Rong Li did not go down, but gave way to the door. He was 1.85 meters tall, and the wind chime hanging on the door was just the right height to lift his hair.

    Xu Tanxi thanked him in a low voice and walked in: "Mr. Cheng."

    She called Cheng Ji Mr. Cheng.

    She rarely calls her Mr. Rong Lirong. Most of the time, she changes her surname and calls her Mr.

    She asked Cheng Ji: "I made tea, do you want to try it?"

    She was very polite, but her tone was overly polite and distant.

    Cheng Ji was curious as to what kind of family could raise such a gentle and graceful woman.  He is usually very friendly to beautiful women: "Then I'll trouble Miss Xu."

    Xu Tanxi said: "No trouble."

    Rong Li went downstairs.

    Cheng Ji stopped him and said, "Drink tea before leaving."

    Rong Li ignored it.

    Cheng Ji said slowly, "We'll talk about the store's wages later."

    Rong Li turned back.

    The final price was 8,000 a day. Cheng Ji couldn't help but ask: "You live in a small town and can't spend any money. Why do you need money?"

    Rong Li¡¯s sitting posture was very rough and his tone of voice was very calm: ¡°Buy skin.¡±

    Cheng Ji: ""

    Among the five branches of Xibei International, apart from arms and drugs, intelligence is the most profitable.  Rong Li doesn't love money, he just doesn't want to have a half-cent friendship with anyone as long as he can cut them off with money.

    After a while, Xu Tanxi came up with a tray. On the tray were a pot of tea, two cups, two plates of desserts, and two plates of dried fruits.

    "Slow use."

    She took the things out of the tray one by one.

    Cheng Ji knows tea very well. As long as it is entertaining, no matter it is elegant or vulgar,?They all know something: "This tea smells like something extraordinary. It's a waste for us two big bosses."

    Xu Tanxi smiled lightly, said not to disturb her, and then went downstairs.

    Cheng Ji poured out two cups and pushed one to Rong Li: "I saw this teapot at a porcelain auction, and the starting price was six figures." He threw the cigarette he had just rolled to Rong Li, "  This Miss Xu is not simple."

    Rong Li lit up the cigarette and took a puff: "The shredded tobacco is not good, it will choke my throat."

    He put the cigarette in the ashtray, pinched a piece of pastry and threw it into his mouth.

    Downstairs, the store is still being renovated. There are four masters in total. Because Xu Tanxi put forward some decoration requirements, the masters were afraid that they would not meet the requirements, so they asked her to come over and supervise the work.

    Qin Zhaoli said it was better to be busy, otherwise he would be exposed all the time if he was always running to send couriers.

    "Ms. Xu," Master Chen, the decorator, asked her, "Do you think the display cabinets should be decorated like this?"

    Xu Tanxi calmed down and thought: "Can the height be lower?" She estimated that there would be more children among her guests, and it was too high to reach.

    "no problem."

    After several masters finished their afternoon tea, they continued working while Xu Tanxi went to clear the table.

    Rong Li came down quickly and left without lingering.

    Xu Tanxi called him: "Sir."

    He stopped.

    "It's raining outside." She went to get the umbrella and handed it to him with both hands, "Be careful of catching a cold." He always wore very little.

    It¡¯s a rainy day this week. He doesn¡¯t like to bring an umbrella very much and often goes out empty-handed.

    "Thanks."

    His tone was neither cold nor hot. He was always very casual and casual. He took the umbrella and left the store.

    Xu Tanxi stopped at the door for a while and then returned to the store.

    At this time, a girl pushed the door open and came in: "Hello." She was a young girl. The coat she was wearing was very old, washed white, and didn't fit.  She had black hair and black eyes. She glanced into the store and asked, "Is Cheng Ji here?"

    Looking at the girl who is only a teenager, her temperament and eyes are not as innocent and romantic as she should be at that age, but rather dull and dull.

    She looks very sweet, but she doesn¡¯t seem to like to smile.

    Xu Tanxi replied: "Mr. Cheng is on the second floor."

    "Thanks."

    The girl went upstairs.

    Cheng Ji heard footsteps and thought it was a visitor, but when he looked up he saw a childish face: "Little sister, are you looking in the wrong place?"

    The girl looked at him with very focused eyes: "That's right, I'll do the tattoo."

    She should not be 1.6 meters tall, she looks very small.

    Cheng Ji looked at him with restrained eyes: "Are you an adult?"

    She took off her backpack and sat down: "I just became an adult today."

    This girl looks like a good student.

    Cheng Ji poured a glass of warm water for her: "Bring her your ID card and take a look."

    The girl said yes, opened her backpack, and took out her ID card from the mezzanine. However, she moved too much and accidentally took out her campus card.

    Hongshui No. 1 Middle School, Class 8, Grade 3, Lin Hemiao.

    Cheng Ji picked up the card: "High school student?"

    She did not deny it, but emphasized firmly: "I am an adult." She put her ID card on the table.

    October 24th, today is her eighteenth birthday.

    ¡°Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?¡±

    Lin Hemiao shook her head.

    Cheng Ji lit the cigarette he had rolled and took a puff. Rong Li was right, shredded tobacco was not good and it choked people.  He pushed the school card and ID card back to the girl: "High school students don't get tattoos."

    Lin Hemiao asked: "Why?"

    He stubbed out his cigarette and said in a rare serious tone: "The only good thing about me is that I never harm the little flowers of the motherland."

    (ps: Professional errand running: a profession where you can do anything for money, please refer to the yandere Zhou Xufang) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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