Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Lin didn't go far after leaving the police station. He led him across the street and sat down at the small restaurant across the street.

She took an envelope containing two thousand yuan from her bag and placed it on the table, getting straight to the point:

"If I had to say I lied to you about anything, it would be that I didn't just want you to be my driver, but also to protect my safety."

Mr. Lin, with a clear self-awareness, said: "I am a hated person. Not long ago, someone wanted to kill me. I heard from Badalkin that you are much better than him, so I wanted to hire you with a high salary."

Monk looked at her but didn't answer.

Lin Ting pushed the envelope in front of him and continued:

"Here is two thousand yuan. If you are willing to take this job, it will be your first month's salary. If you are not willing, this will be used to pay for your mother's medical treatment. This is what I promised you."

"you consider it."

When Monk heard the salary amount, it felt like a string of firecrackers exploded in his head.

The shock left his mind blank.

What does a salary of two thousand yuan mean?

This is Monk's total income over the past two years.

But Lin Ting meant that as long as he nodded, he would receive two thousand yuan every month.

With the police vouching for him, Monk no longer doubted Lin Ting's identity.

Such a high-paying job...

"Just fighting?" Monk asked, slightly puzzled.

He couldn't understand why such a high salary was required just for helping people fight.

Lin Ting looked at him calmly: "What I need is someone who can take a knife for me. This is a job that requires risking one's life. I may support you for the rest of my life and you may never bleed or risk your life for me, but if I need you, it will definitely be for a big reason."

“I can’t entrust my life and fortune to someone I don’t trust, so—I’m giving you a high salary, also for my own peace of mind.”

"At least I don't have to worry about the people protecting me turning around and stabbing me in the back for a few thousand dollars, right?"

Lin Ting had a sufficient budget when it came to hiring bodyguards.

This kind of position is either nonexistent or you only hire the best.

If you're neither good enough for high-end jobs nor good enough for low-end ones, it's better to have nothing at all.

Moreover, Lin Ting always felt that if people around him could easily betray him for a little money, then the fault was definitely not one-sided.

Bosses really need to reflect on why the price for turning people to defect is so low and the cost so small.

Monk still frowned: "Why...why did you choose me? Just because Badalkin recommended me?"

Lin Ting: "Of course... no."

She certainly couldn't be so naive as to completely believe whatever Badalkin said about a person.

She sought out Fang Deliang and Cha Mengke.

He started participating in the Naadam Festival at the age of six. He was an all-around athlete in wrestling, horse racing, and archery. The ribbons around his neck could be pieced together to form two bed sheets.

The only time he was ever arrested was when he was twelve years old, after he knocked out four hooligans who were peeping at his mother while she was bathing.

It would be strange if Lin Ting wasn't envious of such a talented person.

She currently owns three businesses: a garment factory, a bubble tea shop, and a tutoring school. She has the ability to spend two thousand yuan a month to insure her life.

In fact, she was indeed frightened by the beating she received last year.

She still has nightmares about the ceiling shaking!

Meeting Monk's questioning gaze, Lin replied, "I've investigated you."

Monk didn't ask her how she found out about him, nor did he ask about the results.

He said, "I have a request."

Lin Ting nodded: "Go on."

"You need to find a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who can treat my mother's rheumatism. Even if he can't cure it, you should at least make her feel more comfortable."

"can."

"The bungalows are too cold, I need to find an apartment building with heating, and I'll pay the rent myself."

“Okay, I’ll have Liang take you to find a place tomorrow.”

Monk nodded slowly, staring into Lin Ting's eyes as he made his final request: "If I die before my mother, you must take care of her in her old age and see her off in her final days."

His gaze was utterly pure, offering no hint of negotiation, but simply conveying his needs to Lin.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Ting said more thoughtfully, "If you die in the line of duty, I will compensate your aunt twenty times your total salary from that year, and I will also take care of her funeral arrangements."

"If one day you can no longer work as a bodyguard, I will invite you to be an instructor and help me train new bodyguards."

Without further hesitation, Monk reached out and took the envelope.

"From now on, anyone who wants to hurt you will have to step over my dead body first."

He said.

……

On the second day after Monk started working, Zhang Liang took him to rent a house located between Lin Ting's home and the school.

Then, at Lin Ting's request, he was provided with a mobile phone.

Monk asked, "Where's the car?"

He remembered that the boss said, "You're not just a driver."

So here's the problem: he didn't see Lin Ting's private car.

She's a big boss, she can't possibly travel in a van every time she goes out, can she?

Zhang Liang cleared his throat and said, "I haven't bought it yet."

Monk: "...?"

We need to hire a driver, but we don't have a car.

That's outrageous!

Zhang Liang laughed and comforted him, "It's okay, brother, you'll be sitting in the driver's seat sooner or later."

Monk didn't want to talk.

Tired.

These three short days were the most mentally exhausting three days of his life.

"By the way, the boss said he wants you to come to the garment factory tonight. Instructor Wu will teach you reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance techniques, as well as some other skills."

Monk didn't quite understand what reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance were, but he obediently followed orders.

Furthermore, at Zhang Liang's suggestion, he hired a nanny for his mother.

Because he was destined to follow Lin Ting everywhere. For example, when Lin Ting made his trip to the capital, Meng Ke had to accompany him.

My mother needs to be taken care of.

……

Jiang Zong, who was far away in Shanghai, was unaware that his good friend had hired a bodyguard.

Male bodyguard.

The male bodyguard who was to accompany them to the capital.

The young master just feels inexplicably irritable lately.

Perhaps it's because there are too many guests at home.

Fortunately, the time he had agreed to go to the capital with Tingting was approaching, and his suffering was about to end.

……

The day after the Lantern Festival, Lin Ting took Meng Ke on a plane to Beijing.

Jiang Zong's flight arrived an hour earlier than hers, and he was already waiting for her when she exited the airport.

"Listen...who is he?"

Jiang Zong frowned slightly as he looked at the excessively tall Monk.

“My bodyguard is Monk.” Lin Ting hesitated for a moment. “Didn’t I tell you?”

Jiang Zong's eyes held a hint of sorrow: "No."

"I probably forgot because I was busy."

Lin Ting sighed softly.

She has been quite busy lately, with work and visiting relatives and friends. Her mind was a bit scattered, and she forgot about it.

She turned to Monk and said, "Monk, this is Jiang Zong, my good friend."

Monk has recently learned a lot about investigation from Wu Fei.

He looked Jiang Zong up and down, memorizing his figure and appearance, before nodding and saying, "Hello."

Jiang Zong: "I'm not well."

very bad!