Operation Red Book

Different from Joshua who was at ease in the newspaper office, Ivy was facing the famous Chinese wharf owner Mr. Zhu.

Ivy works as Mr. Zhu's assistant. To be precise, she is one of the assistants, or more precisely, one of the personal assistants during the day.

According to Mr. Zhu, he also has work assistants, shipping assistants, Indian assistants, assistants in Guangzhou, Shanghai, Hong Kong and Liaoning, and is recently developing assistants in the Netherlands, Italy and France.

Mr. Zhu talked a lot to Ivy, who just felt annoyed and reasonably suspected that he just wanted to brag about how powerful his business empire was.

In addition to being a daytime assistant, Mr. Zhu also has an evening assistant and a dusk assistant.

"What about the morning? I don't come to work until 9 o'clock." Ivy asked while grinding ink.

"You big fool, the evening assistant includes the morning assistant." Mr. Zhu replied nonchalantly.

Ivy smelled the scent of makeup that couldn't be suppressed by the incense in the room, and she instantly understood what was going on. She rolled her eyes and kept moving forward.

"You are a bit lucky. Let me tell you, among my personal assistants, the daytime assistants never change. There are only a few of them. It is an easy and stable job, you know."

Mr. Zhu picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a line of traditional Chinese characters on the official document. His handwriting was masculine, vigorous, and angular.

Ivy took a closer look and realized that what Mr. Zhu had just written was - Bullshit, let your congressman come to see me with your head held high.

"Here, give this to the inspector of Scotland Yard. They will come to Lai Muyunzhai to pick it up at three o'clock this afternoon."

Ivy took over a pile of official documents from Mr. Zhu and flipped through them casually. The first few pages were in official English, while the rest were mostly filled with swear words in traditional Chinese.

Ivy twitched the corner of her lip, swallowed, and put the documents in a red briefcase on the side.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" Mr. Zhu said after taking a sip of tea.

Ivy put down her suitcase, sighed, and asked, "How is Shuyang?"

From Ivy's first day at work, she kept asking Mr. Zhu where Shuyang was and how Shuyun was doing.

Whenever Ivy asked, Mr. Zhu would change the subject and refuse to say another word.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat crab roe noodles..."

"I have seen the document from Scotland Yard which states that the hanging will take place on May 5th."

"You can read those chicken-claw-like words! That's amazing!"

"Can you tell me what happened that day...about Shuyang and Shuyun."

Ivy looked at Mr. Zhu seriously, with a serious expression, and there seemed to be some tears in her eyes.

Mr. Zhu's playful expression gradually froze, and he began to talk about the night when the puppets rioted.

"Didn't I get separated from you in the bushes? I was actually hiding nearby, waiting for the right moment to take down a few zombies before looking for you and Shuyang."

"I waited for a long time, and then I saw Luna's doll in the distance holding a knife and setting fire and slashing people everywhere. I knew support had arrived, but Luna's doll was extremely lethal and it couldn't tell friend from foe, so I immediately started to act."

"I saw the puppet float away, and only Shuyang and Shuyun were left in the yard, so I quickly went over and pulled Shuyang into the bushes."

"Who knew Shuyun would not leave? She kept lingering in the corner of the yard. I sneaked over with Shuyang on my back and saw the tombstone nearby. Only then did I realize that this was where Shuyang had buried Shuyun's body."

"I promised her that once this crisis is resolved, I will bury her body properly, take good care of Shuyang, and find those bastards to avenge her."

"Shuyun was quiet for a while and then disappeared. I never saw her again. Then I took Shuyang to Shisanfang."

"I originally wanted to settle him first, or at least let him wake up first... But he had just woken up and I hadn't even left the gate of Thirteenth Square when Scotland Yard arrived. The one who came to negotiate was the famous detective Sherlock Holmes."

"They said you didn't go home last night, so they came in with Scotland Yard to look for you. They found this situation, handcuffed me and wanted to take me back to question me."