After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

Wen Jin appeared at the door driving the brand new C-Class Mercedes.

The person who had been waiting for her for a long time saw a white C-Class Mercedes slowly approaching and thought it was a colleague.

I didn’t expect it to be Wen Jin.

"Is Miss Wen so low-key?"

Wen Jin followed his gaze and glanced at the car behind him, then smiled faintly: "It's just a possession."

"Young girls who drive too nice a car are more likely to be targeted by scumbags."

"That's true. Miss Wen is still far-sighted," the person who came out to pick her up emphasized the word "foresight".

Wen Jin heard the deep meaning in his words and responded nonchalantly: "Common sense."

The latter was choked by her light retort.

What a common sense in life!!!!

When Wen Jin went in, he found that there was another person inside.

He looked at the other person and then looked away indifferently.

"Do you two know each other?"

The other party glanced at Wen Jin and shook his head: "I don't know him."

The person opposite pulled out a chair and sat down, and asked with a smile as if chatting about family matters: "Where is Miss Wen?"

"I've seen it," she said very calmly.

"Where have you seen me before?" the other party asked.

When Wen Jin put down his bag and prepared to sit down, he glanced at the man calmly: "You asked the same question over and over again. Are you trying to trap me or trick me?"

"Shall I repeat myself?"

Wen Jin followed Shen Xunzhou's instructions and spoke with a more assertive attitude.

The other party was embarrassed by Wen Jin's cold face, and his face darkened instantly: "It is your obligation to cooperate with the investigation."

"You are the one who was reported. We are investigating to exonerate you. Don't be ungrateful."

The other party's tone was fierce, and his gaze at Wen Jin was filled with a hint of murderous intent.

Wen Jin fought back unwillingly, but his tone was completely different from the other party's. In his calmness, there was a hint of someone who was not easy to mess with: "You also said that my obligation is to cooperate with the investigation, not your weird temptation."

After that, Wen Jin took out his phone, turned on the recording function and threw it on the table: "Let's start recording! At least it can protect my speech."

"Who told you to drive these things here? Do you know the rules?" The other party shouted angrily and reached out to snatch the phone from Wen Jin's desk.

Wen Jin glanced at his outstretched hand and spoke clearly, "This is my private property. Try to touch it."

The man standing in the middle and in charge of the interrogation grabbed his colleague's hand.

He came out to smooth things over when he saw the situation was getting out of control. Obviously, he is not a good person.

"Miss Wen, I'm sorry," the man looked down at his phone and continued, "It's really inappropriate to start recording, what do you think?"

"If you have something to say, just talk nicely. You start yelling. What's the difference between you and an animal? You're not the only one with a loud voice."

Wen Jin retrieved his phone, turned off the recording, then pulled out a chair and sat down.

The other party sat opposite Wen Jin with gritted teeth.

"Ms. Wen, this is the procedure. I'd like you to repeat it again."

Wen Jin leaned back in his chair, looking at the other person with a stalemate attitude.

The interrogator shouted again: "Miss Wen?"

Wen Jin remained silent.

The man understood and glanced at his colleague. "You go out first."

"I?"

"Yes, you," the man nodded: "Get out."

The other party glared at Wen Jin fiercely. When Wen Jin heard the door open, he contentedly recounted what had happened.

The other party nodded and looked at the agency boss beside him: "Do you know who she is?"

“I can guess,” the agency boss responded.

"You and your friends had a barbecue near Nanyang University in mid-April?"

The agency boss nodded: "I've been there, in the evening."

"Do you remember what dishes you ordered?"

"Too many to remember, but the shrimp in that restaurant is famous far and wide."

The man in charge of the interrogation had a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Have you seen this lady next to you?"

"I don't remember. There were too many people."

"Have you talked about the development of the west city outside?"

The boss was silent for a moment.

Seeing his hesitation, the other party lowered his voice slightly: "This is a matter of urgency, you'd better tell the truth."

"Is it against the law?" the agency boss asked, "Is it not possible to chat?"

"So, you talked?"

"We have talked about it many times. After all, we are real estate agents, and our favorite thing to do is to trick people into buying houses in our area. I can make a lot of money by tricking people everywhere!"

The person asking the question choked up.

Frankly and honestly.

"Miss Wen didn't go to the house when she bought it. Does that also comply with your agency's procedures?"

The agency boss acted as if he had heard something extraordinary: "The Housing Authority's procedures are all in compliance. How can a mere agency like me decide whether or not it complies?"

"Aren't you afraid it's a financial scam?"

"You haven't met rich people before, right? I sold a villa on Huainan Road two years ago. I was willing to take over a villa worth 200 million yuan. Miss Wen, what's the point of this?"

"Don't ask others to deliver it on your behalf. They asked their secretaries to take pictures of their 200 million yuan villa."

The investigator choked.

Sitting opposite me, I didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Isn't it normal for rich people not to show up? What exactly do you want to ask?" The agent's eyes undoubtedly told the person on the other side that he was an idiot.

Why ask such an obvious question?

"Nothing, you can go now."

The agency boss pushed his chair away, stood up, and left with a pair of Volkswagen car keys.

Wen Jin didn't say a word throughout the whole process.

There was no interruption in their conversation.

He didn't say a word.

Instead, he walked away, looking at the other person with an expression of "Satisfied?"

"Thank you for the trip, Miss Wen."

Wen Jin understood that this was none of her business, so she pushed the chair away and nodded: "It's definitely very troublesome."

"I hope that next time, you guys will investigate and tell me the results instead of making me make a wasted trip. Or, you can be more direct and investigate Shen Xunzhou."

"Miss Wen is joking," Investigate Shen Xunzhou?

Are they qualified?

They couldn't even get through the Shen family's gate.

Shen Xunzhou’s contact information is even more inappropriate.

Wen Jin came out of the office and just got into the car. When the white Mercedes drove out of the office gate, a Maybach followed closely behind.

in the car.

Jiang Ge looked at Wen Jin driving the car steadily in front and muttered, "C-Class Mercedes?"

“Isn’t this too low-key?”

Given how much their young master loves her now, he would probably buy Miss Wen a plane if she wants one.

How to drive a C-Class Mercedes?

"Can't shut up?" The man in the back seat with his eyes closed said,

Jiang Ge cleared his throat: "Master, Miss Wen drives a C-Class Mercedes, and the aunties who buy groceries at home all drive E-Class cars!"

Shen Xunzhou opened his eyes and glanced ahead calmly, watching Jiang Ge following a white Mercedes-Benz not too far away.

His eyes darkened.

Deliver a car?

When she saw herself now, she wished she could hide in space.

Would you want his things?

"Jiang Ge!"

"Master!"

"If you have the ability to get Wen Jin to accept the car I gave you, I'll give you a commission?"

"Commission... commission?" Jiang Ge was shocked. There is commission for delivering cars? Isn't this all about selling cars?

"Well, if you can get her to accept the car I give you, I'll give you 10% of the price for any model."

That is? ?

If he gives Miss Wen a Maybach, he can get one million? ??? ??? ??? I knock!!!