Chapter 99 Pick-up
Cui Jian glanced at the short-haired girl's legs, then naturally looked away, reached out to tear off the sticky note, and went to the kitchen to work. He first put the bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, and soon brought out a pot of seafood.

After brushing her teeth, the short-haired girl washed her face casually and sat down opposite Cui Jian. She used a public spoon to splash the edge of the pot into her bowl, picked up some seaweed and the edge of the pot with the spoon and blew gently for a while, then put the food into her mouth, closed her mouth, chewed and swallowed. The whole process made almost no sound, which was very elegant and obviously acquired.

Every dining table has different rules. Some have no rules. Some require chatting while eating. Some require eating in silence. There are even rules that require not making too much noise during the meal.

Cui Jian didn't look at her. He stared at his phone and the food. The soup made a slurping sound when it went into his mouth. On the contrary, the short-haired girl was very quiet. Even the sound of her eating crabs was quieter than Cui Jian's sound of drinking soup.

After eating for a long time, the short-haired girl asked, "What is this?"

Cui Jian: “By the pot.”

Short-haired girl: "What material is it?"

Cui Jian: “Rice.” He put away his phone, raised his bowl to drink all the soup, took his chopsticks to sweep the shrimp shells and other things into the bowl, took it to the kitchen, threw away the garbage, and put the bowl and chopsticks in the sink.

Seeing Cui Jian was about to go out, the short-haired girl wanted to say something, but Cui Jian answered the phone: "Okay, I'll go to the company right away." Yesterday's gun had been handed over to the police as physical evidence, and she had to go to the company to get another gun.

Cui Jian changed his slippers and put on sneakers, and then put his slippers away before going out. Why not wear leather shoes? Genuine leather shoes are easy to slip and fall on rainy days. Even if it is not raining, it is easy to slip on the slippery ground with water. Cui Jian wore leather shoes before, but they were street stall goods, definitely not genuine leather, and they were torn yesterday morning.

The short-haired girl noticed that when Cui Jian closed the door, he pressed down the handle first, pushed the door closed, and then released the handle, so that there would be no noise of closing the door.

Cui Jian operated it with his mobile phone. As a P8 employee, he could apply for an underground parking space in the office building. Although it was on the second floor below ground, there was still a place to park.

On the underground parking lot of the company, Cui Jian met Ye Lan. Although she was the president of Dayin Security, her employee level was only P3, and she did not have an independent parking space. Her parking space was at the rear of the right pillar of the three-space parking lot, and she failed to get in after backing up several times. It was not Ye Lan's fault for her poor driving skills, but mainly because the middle car was parked too far to the right.

Seeing that his boss was in trouble, Cui Jianshi immediately stopped the car to flatter him and helped him get the car into the parking space. He had already checked the watch Ye Lan gave him, and it was sold for $15 overseas.

Ye Lan expressed her gratitude and solemnly thanked Cui Jian for saving her brother again yesterday, and then asked Cui Jian what kind of car he liked as if chatting. Before Cui Jian could answer, the car stuck behind honked, and the two of them said something hurriedly and separated.

Ye Lan's question stumped Cui Jian. What kind of car do you like? Cui Jian likes the grocery shopping car the most. Fuel-efficient does not save money, but time. It is easy to maintain, and spare parts are everywhere, and any repair shop can repair it. It doesn't hurt to scratch it. It is easy to disassemble. Compared with many people who like turbocharged cars, Cui Jian prefers naturally aspirated cars.

The cars that Cui Jian likes are generally relatively cheap. Thinking that the Ye family wants to give him a car, Cui Jian is a little conflicted. If he chooses the one he likes, it seems too much of a loss. If he chooses a luxury car, the price will drop by 20% immediately after selling it for cash, and he feels like he is being treated as a fool. But he feels bad to drive it himself, because the insurance and maintenance fees are ridiculously high, and most of the parts are only replaced and not repaired.

After parking the car, Cui Jian looked at his phone and found the most expensive car he liked, a 2.5V, weighing nearly two tons, and priced at 3000 million. Compared to his current car, it only has 0.5V more. He should sell the luxury car for cash, but what should he do with so much money? Buy a house? No, he can't get himself into trouble. If he dies, the house will still be there. Who can he complain to? Or save money to buy a yacht?

It was not until Duanmu called again that Cui Jian came back to his senses, left the car and took the elevator to the company.

Duanmu was wearing a vertical striped suit today, and it was obvious that it was high-end. He stood by the card reader at the company's door and saw Cui Jian coming out of the elevator: "Hurry up, hurry up."

"Is it so urgent?" Cui Jian stopped instead.

"The flight arrived two hours early." Cui Jian: "This is the first time I heard that a short-haul passenger flight from Tokyo to South Korea can arrive two hours early." This is outrageous.

"The private plane accelerated in the air." Duanmu pushed Cui Jian: "Four people from Tokyo Security have arrived, and the car is ready."

Cui Jian: "Do you look down on my car?"

Duanmu: "Did you do this on purpose? Hurry up."

Cui Jian: "The problem is that it takes us more than an hour to drive to the airport, and it only takes an hour and a half to fly from Tokyo to Hancheng, but you told me that you can arrive two hours earlier. Is there any basic trust between us?"

Duanmu: "Fifty million belongs to you, do you still think I can trust you?"

This makes sense. Cui Jian went to get the gun and magazine, and took the elevator to the VIP customer parking lot on the underground floor. There stood four men in suits and sunglasses. They were dressed in the same way, so it would be hard not to notice that they were bodyguards.

There are four cars, three G-Class and one Coaster. The G-Class is a Mercedes-Benz jeep off-road vehicle, and the so-called Coaster is more like a minibus.

Cui Jian's driver's license was obtained when he was in love, and it has not been upgraded yet, so he cannot drive a minibus. The four bodyguards have international driver's licenses, but they cannot drive a minibus either. Duanmu wanted to beat them up, so he called a driver from the company.

Cui Jian asked curiously: "Who drove the minibus?"

Duanmu: "Mind your own business, get in the car." He and Cui Jian got into a G-Class.

Cui Jian drove to catch up with the first G-Class and said to the co-pilot Duanmu: "I will not do anything illegal, no matter how much money I am offered."

Duanmu rolled his eyes: "You have never broken the law?"

Cui Jian: “I didn’t know better before.”

Duanmu became the captain and coordinated the speed of the four vehicles through the intercom equipment, and successfully arrived at the airport before the plane landed. Cui Jian waited outside the airport for about ten minutes, and a dozen black-suited bodyguards surrounded the two people and moved out. Duanmu had already coordinated the vehicles, and the bodyguards and employers got on the cars according to the assignment.

In addition to a dozen bodyguards, Hailan and Xiaoliang, there were two maids in maid costumes accompanying the group. Hailan and Xiaoliang got into Cui Jian's car, and after everyone got in, the motorcade set off towards the suburban hotel.

Cui Jian had only one feeling: these dozens of people were in the same group, and he was the only outsider.

Xiaoliang wore a handmade grey suit and put on some hair wax, as if he wanted to look more mature. Unlike the others, he did not lean back, but sat upright, with his head only slightly moving within a certain range. His upright posture seemed to express his inner strength.

Hailan was wearing a modified kimono and wooden clogs, her eyes were like a pool of water. She sat quietly, occasionally glancing at Xiaoliang beside her, and also carefully looking at Duanmu and Cui Jian.

(End of this chapter)