He is also a designer himself, and he has no professional bottom line in order to benefit himself. He also told Shadow: "You'd better revise it, don't use the original manuscript directly."
Shadow put away the design draft, stood up and said to him: "If you put the money away, you don't have to worry about the next thing."
"I'm just kindly reminding you." Seeing that he didn't express anything, the middle-aged man also understood that what happened next was beyond his control.
For his own safety, he still said disgustingly: "It's easy for you to have trouble if you just use the original manuscript. It won't take time to find a designer to make slight modifications. It's very simple."
Shadow was polite: "Okay, I understand, and I will consider your proposal."
The middle-aged man didn't want to continue talking, so he stood up, picked up his money bag, and said shrewdly to Shadow: "Then we will never meet again."
Shadow nodded in agreement.
The middle-aged man was satisfied, took the money and left.
When he walked away, Shadow took out his cell phone and called Nie Qingru.
"Queen, he accepted the money."
"Well, let him shut up forever."
"Don't worry, I have already made arrangements."
Shadow calmly hung up the phone, and when he walked out, he heard a crowd of people quickly gathering at the intersection not far away to watch the excitement.
Someone else passed by him and ran over: "I heard there was a car accident earlier? Come on, hurry up and take a look."
Shadow did not linger. He walked to his parked car on the side of the road, opened the passenger door, got in, and fastened his seat belt.
He said to the driver expressionlessly: "Go to Smith Bank."
"yes."
The driver watched with eyes and nose, holding the steering wheel with both hands and driving towards the bank headquarters building. During the process, they passed by the intersection in front of them. Through the gaps in the bustling crowd, they could see a person lying on the ground, and there were many bloody banknotes scattered around.
The green light turns on.
The driver didn't look closely, so he didn't recognize the person lying on the ground. He was the middle-aged man who had been waiting since Shadow entered the cafe.
**
By the time Qiao Nian finished selecting what he wanted to buy, Ye Wangchuan's hands were already full of shopping bags, so he had no choice but to call Gu San and ask him to come in and help him get the things.
Gu San was waiting outside. He came in quickly and found the location of Qiao Nian and the others based on the location sent to him by Ye Wangchuan.
Just as he was about to walk over: "Miss Qiao, Master Wan..."
Then he saw the woman next to him who was about to walk over stopped and turned to look at him: "Miss Qiao?"
The other person was probably in his early forties, with well-maintained skin, firm and smooth skin on his face, but with raised eyes and red lips. His whole body exuded the arrogance that had been touted for many years, and his bossy eyes were very uncomfortable.
"Miss Qiao you are talking about...?" The woman soon saw Qiao Nian and Ye Wangchuan behind them.
She raised her soft eyebrows, walked over, stopped in front of the girl, and looked her up and down with critical eyes.
"Are you Qiao Nian?"
There was frivolity in her words.
"What are you doing!" Gu San followed her, a step too late.
The woman ignored him and continued to look at Qiao Nian with her critical eyes, her tone condescending: "What are you doing these days? What are you busy with?"
Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows. She probably didn't expect that someone would appear out of nowhere and give her instructions, and she sounded familiar.
The woman also realized that she had not introduced herself yet, so she said impatiently: "I am Nie Xia, guess you should call me aunt."