Collusion between officials and businessmen

"Hey?"

"Hey, it's me."

"Well, any news?"

"Yeah, the old fox is really good at defending against me. This time he showed his feet, and he must not let it go. Help me to investigate—"

Zhao Shujun got into the car, pulled off his tie, took off his tightly fitted coat, unbuttoned him, and folded his cuffs loosely. In an instant, the British gentleman became a yuppie.

Zhao Shujun was on the phone with all his heart just now, but he didn't realize that there were still people walking beside him, he was surprised when he realized it, and instantly relaxed all over his body.

Who else could be so familiar with his breath that he could ignore his presence?

Zhao Shujun fell over at once, putting all his strength on the people beside him.

"How did you come?"

Wei Ce kissed Zhao Shujun on the forehead, feeling sorry for his tired appearance, and slightly tightened his arms around Zhao Shujun's waist.

"Don't come if you don't like this kind of entertainment in the future, huh? I will find a way to help you cover it up."

"Hmm~" Zhao Shujun slumped comfortably in Wei Ce's arms like a big cat, without seeing the shrewdness just now, "That would be too troublesome for you, but there will not be many opportunities like this in the future."

Originally, Zhao Shujun planned to go deep into the enemy's interior, but now that they have already put their tails in front of him, there is no need for him to do anything extra.

Feeling the joy of the person in his arms, Wei Ce felt relieved.

"If there is anything I can do to help, just say it, you man can do whatever you want."

"Know it!"

Zhao Shujun got up and approached Wei Ce to be my face, gave him a comforting kiss, stoked Wei Ce's anger, and didn't care about anything, just lay back on his original position, closed his eyes and took a nap, and finally didn't know that he was being carried home all the way of.

Zhao Shujun walked into an empty bookstore, only an otaku sitting at the front desk who was concentrating on playing computer, and finally a customer walked in without raising his head, turning a blind eye to Zhao Shujun.

"Knock button," Zhao Shujun tapped rhythmically on the table with two fingers, "Has the book I wanted arrived?"

Only then did the otaku raise his head, pointed to the bookshelf behind him, and then went about his own business indifferently.

"Here, here, the information is all there."

Zhao Shujun walked to the front of the row of bookshelves, did not pick up any of the books on it, but touched some mechanism somewhere, a mezzanine suddenly appeared in the middle of the wooden bookshelf, Zhao Shujun picked up the folder inside, walked to the bookcase in the corner Walk down a position, and then quietly look through.