On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

In the end, Chen Qian didn't make any calls.

After finishing lunch with difficulty, in order to lighten the mood, Chen Qian suggested that the three of them go out for a walk together, which might be good for digestion, right?

Walking downstairs, the few of them passed by the mailbox wall.

Chen Qian saw from the corner of his eye that under the small sign with the word 303 on it was a pile of envelopes, which looked like they were about to burst the small rectangular opening.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, a plan came to his mind, and perhaps a light bulb appeared in his head.

"You guys go ahead. I'll clean the mailbox and then I'll come find you." Chen Qian said quickly. Without waiting for the awkward two to reply, he pushed one of them on the back and walked them to the narrow cobblestone road. Pointing to the right, he continued, "If you keep going from here, there's a beautiful garden."

Looking at the two figures that seemed to form a galaxy between them, Chen Qian took a deep breath and then turned to the mailbox wall.

Although he hadn't checked the mailbox for only a week or two, there seemed to be an unusually large amount of mail recently, so much so that he had to take out some of it before he could open the small door painted red.

He threw a pile of envelopes of various sizes on the table and found an exquisite letter opener - he was a fan of using a utility knife to cut everything, but Simon loved to give him this kind of European specialty with exquisite details.

Apart from the regular magazine parcels, other express deliveries could not be stuffed into the mailbox, so most of the remaining items were advertisements and various bills. Some envelopes had the contents written on them, while others only had the address and recipient marked on them, so he had to open them one by one to read them.

Chen Qian maintained the same posture, holding the bronze knife, taking it apart, taking a look, throwing it away, taking it apart, taking a look, throwing it away, as if he was trapped in a cycle.

After opening and throwing letters for a few minutes, Chen Qian picked up a bulging letter made of kraft paper that stood out from the desk. There was no address or recipient on the letter.

Only the opening in the corner is marked with a string of elegant fonts - Groot·chen.

This familiar scene made Chen Qian's back stiffen, and the movement of his hands paused.

"Isn't this..." The simple brown cardboard box that once appeared at the door of the dormitory suddenly popped into his mind.

Subconsciously, Chen Qian pinched the paper bag with his fingers. It felt fluffy, as if many pieces of paper were stacked together. It was not compact and there were gaps in the middle.

At this moment, Chen Qian felt as if there was a little man beating a drum in his chest.

bang, bang, bang...

One by one, fast and heavy.

The paper cutter was cast in one piece, and the edge of the handle, which was engraved with intricate patterns, was finely polished, so that it would make the skin turn white when pressed against the palm of the hand.

The tip of the knife was carefully inserted into the kraft paper from beginning to end, and a slow, hissing cutting sound was made as Chen Qian's hand moved.

Because of the contents, the opening automatically opened up a fat, narrow gap, allowing Chen Qian to see everything inside at a glance.

Just paper.

Chen Qian's mood eased a little, and his hesitant movements became brisk.

Inside were four A4 sheets of paper with printed content. The title was in Danish, and Chen Qian could understand what kind of investigation report it was.

The investigation report was a mixture of Chinese, English and Danish. Some of the words were long and awkward. Chen Qian had no impression of them, and the translator was also confused.

But fortunately, he could still understand the most important part, the results.

There is only a short and concise sentence at the end, and the general meaning is as follows.

There have been three mission orders targeting Chen Qian in the black market so far. The first one was issued when Chen Qian just landed in Denmark, but it was cancelled not long ago, when he met Zhong Yi.

Chen Qian thought about it and guessed that it was because the big brother’s business skills were not good enough and was discovered by Zhong Yi, so he withdrew.

The other two cases are currently in progress. No one who took the order has concealed it, but this kind of thing is organized. The team always uses secret codes, does not have private contact, does not show up, let alone information, and no one knows about it, whether male or female.

There is actually no difference between finding it and not finding it.

But the people who posted these two lists are very interesting. One of them is from China. Dear, he is always thinking about his fellow countrymen.

Seeing this, Chen Qian couldn't help but sneer and touched his cheek with his tongue.

He knew without even thinking who the person who spent so much money was. It was really hard-working of Mr. Chi. He couldn't bear to let go of the person who was far away on another continent. He was in his seventies or eighties, and he still had a long way to go.

The other party is the local Danish mafia, but according to insiders, they are helping in this matter, in layman's terms: sending orders on behalf of others.

This business is systematic and planned, just like running errands and purchasing on behalf of others. If it could be made public, Chen Qian thinks they should make an app, which would be more convenient.

I don’t know if it’s because similar things happen one after another, but when Chen Qian saw someone following him, and there were two groups of people, he felt unexpectedly calm.

He knew that he was not popular, and there was no reason for him to be stared at everywhere and cling to like a stalker just for staying in school.

It would be fine if it was just his old friend from his hometown who missed him so much, but why did he rely on the mafia?

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