199 The Mansplaining Trader (1/2)

Even if the monk could run away, the temple would have to stay.

Honestly, this was also Xiao Zhu Hou's own fault for being too naïve. His friends asked him to find a girlfriend, so he did. His girlfriend wanted him to take her to see his parents, so he did. Now that his lair had been exposed, even if he ran overseas, the girlfriend could run to his parent's place to cause a scene, and she was not afraid of luring this dumb fish out of his lair.

”Therefore, you'd better consider the issue of moving first. As long as your girlfriend doesn't know where your parents work, it should be fine.” Ye Shuang patted Xiao Zhu Hou's shoulder and sighed. After bidding Xia Zhu Hou, who had not been consoled, farewell, Ye Shuang hopped into a taxi and travelled deeper into Chaohai.

When she was at the hotel several days ago, she had received a call from Han Chu. The man had straightforwardly said, ”Since you're in Chaohai, help me update the conditions of the talents who have moved there.”

Then a long list of information that was so detailed that it included their measurements was sent over through email. It had the information of the talents' previous cases and clients' names. Han Chu thus handed the job that was supposed to be within the range of another agent to Ye Shuang.

Essentially, he wanted Ye Shuang to do free work for him.

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Whenever Ye Shuang travelled to a new city, her schedule would be packed. Of course, she needed to visit the private club for the rich and famous. Even though she might not run into a new client every time, if she was lucky, she might accidentally trigger an event!

Then, she would go to the nightclubs and casinos that were famous in the city. Even though it was old-fashioned, it also meant it was tried and tested. If she wanted to collect any information, Ye Shuang only needed to show up at these places. She did not even need to rely on equipment like Anthony—she only needed to filter and focus on certain conversations. Therefore, after three days of joyful work, all the information that needed to be gathered had been gathered. Ye Shuang changed back into her female form and started to complete the task that had been handed to her by Han Chu.

The first talent she was supposed to meet was a trader that Han Chu had found a few months back.

”Please take a seat.” The trader had his own office. On the large table, there were two computer screens that were titled at sixty degrees. The other side of the table was messy with lots of paper and a fax machine.

Ye Shuang glanced around at the place and sat down opposite him as naturally as she could. She ignored the fact that the man was still typing on the keyboard and moving the mouse around; she knew these sorts of people had the ability to deal with two things at the same time and did not like to waste time. Thus, she skipped the greetings and asked, ”Is there any problem with work? If not, I shall be leaving.”

”Eh‽” The trader was stunned at how direct Ye Shuang was. However, his focus soon returned to the graph on screen. The clicking sound of the mouse kept repeating itself, and the man said, ”There's a small problem, but now is not the time. How about we talk over dinner after the market closes?”

Ye Shuang nodded. She glanced at the clock on the wall and kept her mouth shut. She turned away and opened her phone to read her novel. In between work, the trader glanced Ye Shuang's way once in a while and was satisfied with her tactfulness. When he was analyzing the market, he hated people disturbing him. They would come to him with random questions like ”Then, how about I come back later?” or ”Do you have time now?” to brush up on their existence.

If you have time, then stay. If you don't, leave. I already said that we will talk after the market closes; are you deaf‽ Furthermore, don't beat about the bush; just come right out with it. If I have time, I will answer; if I don't, that means I'm not free. Keep asking, ”Do you have time?”, ”Is it convenient?”… are those questions meaningful‽

When he was working, the trader could be considered the explosive type. He had once chased a girl out of his office because she annoyed him. Of course, he was much more approachable when he was not working. He could maintain the politeness. At the very least, he was an elite, so he had that quality.

Then 3 pm passed, and Ye Shuang looked at the trader, who was starting to collect information, and she continued reading her novel. When it was almost 4 pm, the sound of typing became less consistent, and eventually, Ye Shuang heard the sound of the computers shut down. When she lifted her head, the trader had already picked up the jacket from the back of the leather chair and nodded at Ye Shuang, asking, ”Where do you want to go for dinner‽”

”How about downstairs, save time?”

The trader nodded happily, satisfied with Ye Shuang's answer.