The company in the far corner of the corridor, and does not involve obstructing others, so it installed an anti-theft door at the boundary of the corridor with the company next door, and the entrance must be swiped by card, and without a card, it can only be reached from the stairs of the mahjong hall on the first floor.

When you leave, you don't need to, press a red button from the inside and the door will open, and people can come out.

Entering from the mahjong hall on the first floor is clearly written on the visitor notice posted on the security door, as for the need to swipe the card when you go out, it is naturally found when she leaves later.

She had to go back the way she came, back down the street, and enter through the door of the mahjong parlor.

It was smoky, men and women were chaotic, there was a lot of noise, it was already autumn, and there were mahjong guests shirtless. This posture is almost like breaking into a place where an illegal crowd is gathered.

However, Che Songhe is slightly different from ordinary girls, she grew up seeing her father's fierce face. His father, although not as fierce and violent as his classmates in junior high school, was not much better. In this way, her father did not say anything else, but gave her a bold advantage, and it was really not to cry or laugh.

She looked around as she walked, in the hall, in the corridor, and in front of the security door on the second floor.

Going up the stairs, finally, a sign of "Zhaohui Finance" hangs in front of the glass door, which looks like a back door, but it is still relatively spacious, enter from here, pass through the company, and then walk out through another door, which should be a corridor.

Pushing open the glass door, three men sat on the sofa and played mobile games, about thirty years old, burly and athletic, one wearing a light cyan short-sleeved shirt, the other two wearing white shirts and black pants.

"I'm looking for Zhang Yichao, and we'll make an appointment."

She stood in the doorway, speaking as calmly as she could.

Several big men looked at her from head to toe unscrupulously, and their eyes were definitely not kind and friendly. I didn't talk, I didn't move, and I didn't invite her in.

She frowned, unsure of what to do now.

A middle-aged man of about fifty years of age with half-white hair, who had been copying something on a writing desk, put down his pen, stood up, and walked over to her gently, "Come, I'll lead you over." Then he led her out of the main door and into another office next door. The mood along the way, she can only be summed up by forced composure.

In the room, a well-mannered man with gold-rimmed glasses was sitting on the phone at a table dedicated to drinking tea, on which a large set of tea utensils and a line of high-quality looking porcelain tea canisters were arranged, and the middle-aged man waited with her at the door for a short time.

The man looked up at them and hung up as he walked over to greet them.

Then, he led the car Song He to the desk, and politely made a "please" gesture across the table, "Sit down." Led her to sit across from his desk, at arm's length.

His back leaned forward slightly, not knowing whether it was originally hunched over or to appear humble.

After sitting down, he looked at her and smiled casually, and said, "Mu Mo said that she was a lady, but I didn't expect to be so young." I'm Zhang Yichao, I'll first give you a brief introduction to my relationship with Mu Mo, which will help us increase trust in each other. ”

He sat across from the desk, crossed his hands, rested on the desk, and looked up at the middle-aged man standing not far from the door, who walked out knowingly.

He continued slowly, "Mu Mo's father is one of the shareholders of the two operating clubs, and when I was still in Zhunjing, I had the honor to take care of Mu Lao. In terms of age, I am not too much different from Mu Mo, and my personality is quite compatible, and I have always gotten along well.

If it weren't for some personal reasons involved in some disputes, I am afraid that it would have had a bad impact on the club, I am afraid that I would not have left Zhunjing. Yin Zhi is my hometown, I just came back two years ago, and now this," he paused, looked back and forth, meaning about the company in front of him, "It's a regular loan company, and it also runs a mahjong parlor." He said a word about the company. As he spoke, he stared at the low-bottomed bronze bull ornament on the table, only occasionally glancing at her once or twice.

Che Songhe nodded, meaning understood.

After graduating from college, she did not choose to return to Yin Zhi non-stop, but ran a studio with her classmate Mu Mo.

It is no accident that she has achieved results now, Mu Mo's painter father has provided her with a lot of opportunities to make her paintings visible, and has accepted private suggestions and suggestions from well-known artists, and the most important recommendations and recommendations have naturally not been pulled down.

Mu Mo likes to sit on a floor mat made of dyed thick hemp rope and drink beer against the wall.

One day he said to her, "You should go back, I can help you here, I'm going to travel abroad." I'm not going to ask you to go with you, because you can't just look out for yourself and ignore your grandmother. Well, if that's just a pretext, then I think we should make it clear.

You see me as a friend, and so do I. And I don't have to look at feelings so much, my energy is more focused on my ideals.

He hesitated and said, look at your paintings, but all the classical style male expressions and appearances are different, but they are all the same eyebrows and eyes, you are not good at this kind of painting, and you will not make these public, but who is this painting?

Before returning to Yin Zhi, Che Songhe took a family photo of Mu Mo's family and painstakingly drew a portrait of the family portrait, representing his gratitude for her sincere cultivation.

She used most of the honorarium she had earned from painting to buy a set of expensive jewelry, and sent it to Mu Mo's mother respectfully.

She knew very well that Mu Mo's family had provided her with resources that ordinary painters couldn't ask for, and her departure was far from a loss that could be compared to a set of jewelry.

Mu Mo's excuse for studying abroad made her situation less embarrassing, and his mother repeatedly regretted it and kept in touch with her for a long time.

Zhang Yichao continued, "The person Mu Mo confessed, the background is still relatively easy to find. The traffic accident case only needs to look through the media and Internet reports of the year. Since the month he was released, I've been looking for someone to deliberately approach him. He leaned back into his chair and glanced at the side table, which was a little lower than his desk, with a monitor on it.

But the location of Che Song River, you can't see the screen.

She thought about his words for a moment, but didn't see anything wrong, so she nodded again.

The first time she dealt with him, the fierce staff in the outer office also gave people a lot of oppression, and it was better to be cautious and say less.

This person has the habit of gesturing when he speaks, and his words and deeds are calm and solemn, but it is difficult to associate them with such fields as financial lending. Outwardly, he looks a bit like a business executive who is not good at force, and has a lively mind. The temperament does tend to be bold and crisp.