Under One Person: God Profiler

Xia Linyuan smiled slightly and said, "It's me."

"Goodness, I thought I'd misread the order when I received it! Houses here are expensive."

The driver said with a smile.

Xia Linyuan, in the back seat: "I just moved in too."

"I think so too, otherwise why would they take a taxi? Tell me about the last four people..."

"xxxx"

"Alright, let's go..."

The driver stepped on the gas and turned around.

The surrounding scenery began to rewind. As the driver drove, he would occasionally glance at Xia Linyuan in the rearview mirror, as if he wanted to say something.

Xia Linyuan noticed the driver's unusual behavior and asked, "Sir, is there a problem with the order?"

"Oh, no problem. I just wanted to ask how much this house cost?"

"I don't know...it's close to one hundred million."

"It really is expensive. Usually, families like this have several cars."

My car got wrecked yesterday, so I'm thinking of buying a new one...

Xia Linyuan said calmly.

The driver sighed, "Someone broke it yesterday. Sigh, there are so many bad people these days."

"There was a gang shootout in the suburbs yesterday! A friend of mine saw it while he was pulling a cart. But he didn't see it clearly. He just saw grenades exploding. My friend was so scared that he ran away as fast as he could."

"The passenger was a reporter, and he even went to the police station to inquire. Yesterday's news report was actually discovered by my friend and that reporter..."

The driver started talking non-stop and began to ramble on.

"What was the police's response?"

Xia Linyuan asked. The driver was taken aback: "The police said those people were arrested. But I still think something's fishy. A gang with grenades, caught without a word? It can't be that easy."

"Master, don't believe the rumors, don't spread the rumors, don't create rumors, trust the police."

Xia Linyuan sighed and said softly.

The driver thought about it and realized it made sense; if he couldn't even trust the police, what else could he trust?

Seeing that the topic had run out of things to say, the driver changed the subject.

It depends on how much he talks. Xia Linyuan felt that without five or six years of driving experience, one couldn't reach that level.

Ding Dong

The cell phone beeps.

Xia Linyuan looked and saw that the person who sent the message was Wang Ye.

Wang Ye sent a picture of Xia Linyuan's villa.

Wang Ye: [Aren't you home?]

Xia Linyuan: [I'm out on business. What's up?]

Wang Ye: [How is the person who attacked us yesterday?]

Xia Linyuan: [Imprisoned in the secret dungeon of the Huazhong Company.]

Wang Ye: [There's a misunderstanding here. Three of the people inside are relatives of Zhuge Qing. I'd like to ask if they could be released.]

Xia Linyuan: [Release them? They attacked not only you, but also me. They attacked company employees; we need to contact the head of the Zhuge family.]

After Xia Linyuan finished sending the message, the image of Zhuge Qing, driven by greed, flashed through his mind: "[Maybe they're not just after revenge, but also after something you have?]"

Wang Ye: [Uh, Zhuge Qing said they came to cause trouble for me because they were resentful that he lost to me.]

Xia Linyuan: [But they found not only trouble for you... but also for me.]

Everything depends on the company completing its investigation before a decision can be made on whether or not to release them.

Wang Ye: [Okay.]

By the way, Zhuge Qing is coming to Beijing too. Shall we meet up?

Xia Linyuan: [Okay.]

"Young man, we're here."

The driver reminded him.

Xia Linyuan nodded, paid the bill, and got out of the car. He checked the time and found he still had half an hour left.

I decided to go inside and wait. As soon as I entered, a rich aroma wafted towards me. This café is connected to the library, and customers can sit in the dining area.

Xia Linyuan stepped forward and ordered a latte. While waiting for his coffee, Xia Linyuan's eyes were already on choosing a seat in the dining area.

One of the men, dressed in a suit, sat by the window, glancing out every now and then. He hadn't touched his coffee. His black briefcase lay across his lap.

Xia Linyuan raised an eyebrow slightly: 'This person, could they be waiting for me...?'

"Sir, your coffee is ready."

A sweet-looking girl handed over the coffee with both hands.

Xia Linyuan pinched the edge of the train and smiled, "Thank you..."

Ignoring the whispers of the girls behind her, she walked straight towards the man and tentatively asked:

"Hello?"

"Mr. Xia! You've arrived."

"You...have been waiting for a long time?"

Xia Linyuan looked at the young man and asked softly.

The young man paused, his hand still holding the documents, and laughed, "No, I just arrived."

"Oh."

Xia Linyuan nodded meaningfully. Then he also looked out the window.

"Mr. Xia, here are the documents you need to see... and the signature you need to make. The property rights are for 80 years, and you can renew them when the term expires... There is other information you need to fill out."

Xia Linyuan kept looking out the window without moving.

The young man couldn't help but call out again, "Mr. Xia?"

Xia Linyuan then slowly turned his head, picked up the document, flipped through it, and said:

"Zhang Daqiang".

“…”

"You've already signed everything."

Zhang Daqiang nodded: "Uh, yes, I've filled them all out."

"President Feng specifically instructed this to save you time, saying he hopes this cooperation will be pleasant."

Xia Linyuan picked up a pen and began writing in the space for his personal information: "President Feng is efficient and decisive. This collaboration was indeed pleasant. I hope you will let me know if there are similar opportunities in the future. I will welcome any requests."

"Ok."

Zhang Daqiang nodded. He then took a small sip of his coffee.

About ten minutes passed.

Zhang Daqiang handed some documents to Xia Linyuan, saying, "The property certificate will be delivered to your residence in a few days. Please keep these documents safe."

Xia Linyuan nodded.

"Now that the mission is complete, I'll be leaving."

Zhang Daqiang smiled.

"Walk slowly."

Xia Linyuan picked up his coffee and slowly sipped it.

Zhang Daqiang nodded. Stepping out of the coffee shop, he took out his phone: "Master Wang, aside from that villa, it seems Xia Linyuan and Feng Zhenghao have no other business relationship."

In the courtyard house.

Wang Ai, watering the flowers with a spray bottle, said, "No more cooperation? Okay."

He hung up the phone immediately after hearing his subordinate's report.

"Grandpa, how is it?"

Wang Bing came out of the house. He had been severely injured by Xia Linyuan, and in her haste, Wang Ai hadn't taken him to the Extraordinary People's Hospital, but instead sent him directly to the medical family, Jishengtang. Under Jishengtang's treatment, Wang Bing recovered from three months' worth of injuries in just three days.

Wang Ai looked at his grandson, a sly smile flashing in his beady eyes: "Xia Linyuan and Feng Zhenghao have no shady dealings or cooperation. It seems Wang Jianguo's failure this time was an accident."

"Xia Linyuan really got incredibly lucky."

A ruthless glint flashed in Wang Bing's eyes. Then it turned to regret: "What a pity about that Wang Lumeng... She was quite skilled in the Divine Elixir. Once she died, I was able to absorb eighty percent of her essence. I never expected her to die at the company."

Wang Ai rubbed Wang Bing's head: "It's alright, the spirit won't be broken. Wang Jianguo still has a lot of goods. This time, Wang Zizhou is no worse than Wang Lumeng. If we wait another two years, they won't live past 19."