It's two o'clock in the afternoon, the open road is relatively light, and the sun sometimes hides in the clouds and sometimes peeks out.

The dark brown long-tail business bus stopped at the flower bed at the middle fork in the Jiuyi Nursing Home.

The speed was fast, and the sound of brakes alarmed the elderly who were reluctant to take a nap and chose to go to the activity equipment area of the hospital to twist their waists and raise their legs.

They lifted their wrinkled foreheads and heavy eyelids to see who was coming.

Several strong men with big shoulders and round waists jumped out of the wide car door that was pushed on the side, and their black crewneck shirts and black casual pants made their originally coal-gray faces look even more fierce.

Then they lined up on both sides of the car door, staring straight ahead without squinting, like villains in martial arts movies who were unable to move after being clicked on acupuncture points.

The caregivers in the sports equipment area pushed the elderly people back in turn.

A black sedan sped up and came to a steady stop diagonally behind the long-tail van.

The driver, wearing black sunglasses and white gloves, got out of the car quickly, walked around to the side and opened the door for the back seat, and after someone got out of the car, he closed the door and followed him a few steps.

Zhang Yichao, who was polite and polite, wore a light-colored stand-up collar Chinese-style buckle top, first took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped the corners of the hem of his shirt.

Then I carefully examined the front and back layout of the old people's home, and finally looked up at the sky, and my expression seemed to be dissatisfied with the half-sunny and half-cloudy weather.

He put his gold-rimmed glasses back on, put his hands behind his back, and walked up the steps to the central building of the nursing home. The weak and thin figure looks no different from the old man from the back.

The strong men who were previously lined up on both sides of the door of the long-tail commercial vehicle changed their positions as Zhang Yichao walked into the gate of the nursing home.

At the moment they stood still on the left and right sides of the gate.

Zhang Yichao was familiar with the road as if he had entered his own home, and went straight down the corridor to the end.

The gray-haired but radiant dean was not there today, and a male administrator in his fifties rushed to hear the news.

"Where are you from?"

He ran over and gasped and stumbled as he asked. He went to the leader, but was stopped by the driver in sunglasses.

Zhang Yi was calm and leisurely, and looked at the yellow and green lattice lockers from top to bottom for a full two minutes.

Then he walked to the small window on the other wall and squinted his eyes out, as if something interesting was happening outside, attracting his attention.

His gaze was reserved and sly.

"Open Su Tian's locker." The driver said viciously, with some impatience.

"Su Tian?" The manager's body slipped straight back. "I don't know who Su Tian is." He wanted to cry without tears.

The driver took off his sunglasses, and the two fierce lights in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

"Then you can open all the cabinets here!!"

The Administrator's shoulder was slapped on by him, and he instantly became shorter, and his legs involuntarily went limp, and he no longer had the strength to stand up.

…

The kettle of the tea-making utensils was bubbling hot, and a mist-like barrier rose between the Chesong River and the Zhang Yi Dynasty.

The fine tea leaves are fragrant under the brewing of water, and the turquoise tea soup is clear and pleasing to the eye.

"You little girl, you shouldn't always be here. If it weren't for Mu Mo asking me for help, you wouldn't have been able to get in. Now that the matter has been done, it is time to pass by. ”

He slowly put down the gold-painted tea kettle of high-quality ceramics and bamboo pine in his hand.

There was no sparkle in the indifferent eyes. "I'm not the little girl you think I am."

He didn't say anything more, only handed over a red embroidered velvet bag, and the bones on his pale hands were distinct.

"How old are you?" She asked.

"A few years older than you." He swallowed a sip of tea in his throat, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

"How do you look like forty or fifty."

He stared at the tea table, his gaze lifted slightly, and glanced at her. "Identity needs."

"Who are you? Why are you doing this? ”

Zhang Yichao leaned back, his expression faint. "I told you, I'm serious business. As for why you do this, is it possible to choose what kind of life you live? If you don't make money for a day, you will be hungry for a day, do you have the leisure to do anything else? ”

Che Songhe snorted coldly.

"I'm pretty lucky. At least I can read. She pulled out the contents of the velvet bag and turned it over to see no clue.

"What is this? Token? The kind that commands the world to be the only one? ”

Zhang Chaoyi didn't think this kind of oily and slippery boring words were so funny.

"Jade. Hetian jade brand. The tentacles are warm, the workmanship is fine, and the carving is carved along the edge. ”

"How much is it worth?" She asked.

"One, two hundred thousand."

Che Songhe pouted. "You know a lot."

He raised his eyebrows and made a gesture of spreading his hands. What it means is that you are very objective, and you are not wrong about it.

"She has nothing to hide this for, she should have more money."

Zhang Yichao got up from the sofa, walked to the desk and sat down, staring at the monitor screen. "Don't tell me, I don't want to know. I'm just an errand. Have you read martial arts novels? Just look for things and ignore grievances. ”

Che Songhe put his things in his pocket, stood up and picked up his handbag. "So cautious, I'm really afraid that I'll drag you into the water. You really lift me up. I'll be in touch again when I'm gone, thanks. ”

"Are you sure you want to take that with you? It's better to find a separate place to store it. In his experience, he doesn't think it's a good thing to own it.

Zhang Yichao watched her button out from the monitor, walked down the stairs, and walked out of the building.

…

The car is parked next to the boulevard.

The neon lights of the gold, silver and jade shops across the road begin to change colors in the dusk.

The transparent jade plaque lies peacefully in the white palm, the luster is warm and soft, and it adds a heavy sense of history and temperature under the body temperature and horizontal palm prints.

She clutched it tightly, stepped on the hard concrete pavement, and walked towards the flickering lights of the street.

…

A new week.

Shuyan put her ear to the door, intently probing the movement inside the door, her eyes showing excitement.

Slender jade fingers painted in garnet red rested on her shoulder, and she turned her head in fright.

"Zheng, Minister Zheng!!" She beckoned as if she had seen a ghost, and shrunk her shoulders and took small steps back to her post. After sitting down, he shrank his head down.

Zheng Zairan believes that because of the inexplicable management of the Propaganda Department, the people in the entire office are not in a healthy mental state.

She tilted her chin and twisted away the pale silver handle.

British retro black and white checkered suit, chestnut brown low-neck suspender lining adds a free and easy bearing to Che Song He's thin figure, and black stiletto heels make her small figure more imposing, as if she has just won the crown from the modeling competition.

A white and warm Hetian white jade plaque was tied with a red rope and hung down to her chest.

Not to be outdone, she leaned against the edge of her dark brown teak desk, one hand on the table, the other in her pocket, the corners of her mouth slightly slanted, and looked back at the person in front of her. Zheng Jaeran's uninvited guest did not cause her reaction in the slightest.