Zhou Xiaoxing was complaining about Yan Zhen in her heart, but she didn’t show it at all on her face.

This is not just about worldliness, but more about his habits as a person.

One more friend is better than one enemy.

"The Ferris wheel is so simple. If there are people who pay for it, it will appear naturally."

Even if it seems to the world, it is incredible.

Yan Zhen said a symbolic "Oh", slowly lowered his head, and fell into deep thought.

There's nothing wrong with what you say, but something doesn't feel right.

After all, it's the side pocket that's not quite right. Yan Zhen will be confused for a while...

Can't think of it.

It was obvious that the girls with pretty figures he had seen before were not as simple as they seemed...

They take people's money and help them eliminate disasters...

Got it!

The reason why the Ferris wheel exists so unexpectedly is...

Yan Zhen couldn't hide his cunning look on his face. He was afraid that Zhou Xiaoxing would see it, so he turned his head in a hurry.

Unfortunately, he hasn't done anything yet, a taxi with variable speed...

Stopped.

Is this it?

He just discovered that Zhou Xiaoxing is a wealthy owner, so...

Zhou Xiaoxing did not elaborate on how the Ferris wheel appeared. He was vague, just wanting Yan Zhen to figure it out for himself.

Something he thought was impossible happened. Apart from human factors, the most important factor was money.

Although this matter really has nothing to do with money, he still has to think so seriously about it.

For some reason, the taxi master had already sent them to the downstairs of his third uncle's house as quickly as possible. This also meant that Yan Zhen was waiting to see the most money he had ever seen in his life, so he had to call him in advance.

A vaccination.

If he has less money, he is afraid of being looked down upon by others; if he has too much money, he cannot explain it clearly, especially since he and Yan Zhen have a relationship that is neither close nor distant.

After giving the taxi driver extra money for travel expenses, Zhou Xiaoxing smiled and said, "You don't have to look for the rest." He raised his hand and patted Yan Zhen beside him before getting out of the car.

"Thank you. I wonder, boss, if you need a car later. This is my business card. I'll be here when you call."

After opening the car door and stretching out his right foot, Zhou Xiaoxing sat back down out of courtesy and respect. Yan Zhen didn't get up either. He still smiled and reached out to take a brand new business card.

I thought it was a taxi driver’s usual way of soliciting customers...

He just glanced at it out of habit and was shocked.

Huang Bingyao!

No, is this Huang Bingyao the Huang Bingyao he knows?

Before seeing this name, Xiaoxing felt that there was something wrong with the taxi driver's head, and he would always look up in the mirror above his head. Everything else was normal.

Now that I think about it again, there is a problem, a big problem.

This taxi driver is looking at him.

They’ve all said that boys should pay more attention to protecting themselves when they go out on the street, I can’t believe...

He was still "spotted" by others.

Go away, he doesn't want to have anything to do with Huang Bingyao, whether he is the Huang Bingyao he thinks he is or not.

Yan Zhen saw that Zhou Xiaoxing had no intention of getting out of the car for a long time, so he leaned over and took a look at the business card in his hand.

Huang Bingyao, member of the Flying Tigers.

His eyes suddenly became alert, and his body jerked back.

The Flying Tigers are said to be the most highly qualified police officers in Hong Kong. They are proficient in all kinds of martial arts. As long as it is a case that "normal" police officers cannot solve, they will be called on to support them.

Yan Zhen suppressed the curiosity in his heart and took a breath.

Cha Lao is still the best of Cha Lao.

This...

He doesn't want to get involved in the case.

Before coming here, the seniors at the institute gave numerous warnings not to do anything out of the ordinary in Xiangjiang, and to be as low-key as possible. It is best to come back directly after finishing things.

Especially the group leader, after everyone had finished talking, he took him aside and emphasized to him in a serious and earnest manner that he must not have anything to do with the policeman, even if they were in the same space.

He subconsciously asked for explanation. The leader took a small step forward, pretended to be experienced, and said nothing.

"Although I have never been to Xiangjiang, I have heard a saying that if a policeman is reliable, a sow will climb a tree. Take care of yourself."

He moved his body uncomfortably. This seemingly ordinary taxi master actually lost to a police officer. Then...

Open the door, lift your feet, and get out of the car.

Not a single superfluous action.

"Sheng Zhou, I'm a little bored, so I'll get off the bus first."

This explanation is almost normal. If Yan Zhen didn't know that this was an excuse, he would have almost believed it.

Zhou Xiaoxing curled her lips and nodded slightly, her eyes full of understanding.

Yan Zhen is not going out to get some air, he is clearly...

Forget it, I didn’t care what his purpose was. He happened to have something to tell Huang Bingyao. To be precise, it was to confirm.

He was sitting directly behind the taxi driver and did not see the latter's appearance. He had no idea whether the Huang Bingyao on the card was the Huang Bingyao who appeared in his mind as the number one killer of the Flying Tigers.

"Master Huang..."

As soon as these three words came out, Zhou Xiaoxing stopped immediately. It was so hot that he felt like he was calling the martial arts master Huang Feihong.

He blinked his eyes, not wanting to continue to call Huang Bingyao that way, and not wanting to associate the image of the dashing young and elegant Huang Feihong with the Huang Bingyao in front of him, who was not sure if he was Director Huang, and was about to change his words...

"Boss, you don't need to call me Master Huang. I'm not used to it. You can just call me Huang Bingyao, or if you like, you can call me Ayao."

Ah Yao?

It’s not impossible.

It’s just...

The moment Huang Bingyao spoke, Zhou Xiaoxing finally... saw his true face in Lushan.

The corners of his mouth split unconsciously, and his cheeks bulged obviously. He wanted to laugh but didn't.

Isn't this the Huang Bingyao he recognizes?

This is the director who will become the number one killer of the Flying Tigers and be in charge of a ring in the future...

Ah Yao, he really can’t keep his mouth shut.

Master Huang is still suitable.

"Sir Huang, your explanation is here. Is there a case?"

Returning the business card handed over by Huang Bingyao, Zhou Xiaoxing asked cautiously.

It’s not like he still needs to handle the case when he gets here... right?

It's not that it's impossible, it's just that he's very busy, and he didn't even figure out when the Fifth Brother of the Army traveled to the side pocket...

Furthermore, he was anxious to return to Xiangjiang in the late 1980s and early 1990s, with Mengluo and Yaozi, and he couldn't bear to part with them.

The most important thing is that this person is Huang Bingyao...

Don't get me wrong, this is not a derogatory meaning, but, how should I put it, he knows Huang Bingyao too well and wants to protect himself and his boss who is still the younger brother.

Without Huang Bingyao, Zhou Xingxing would not have had to work as an undercover agent for three consecutive years.

Even if Zhou Xiaoxing doesn't think about himself, he still has to think about his boss's future.

If, he is, if, they have not had any relationship with Huang Bingyao, then...

Don't think about it anymore. He never wastes too much time on hypothetical questions.

"What do you know about me, Sir?"

Ah this...

Zhou Xiaoxing pointed to the business card in Huang Bingyao's hand in disbelief.

"Oh, I got it wrong, this one is the one."

Zhou Xiaoxing just watched Huang Bingyao touch his body, and after a few seconds handed him a wrinkled and yellowed business card that he kept handing out.

Huang Bingyao, screenwriter, representative works...
To be continued...