Marina's best reporter was drinking tea under the watchful eye of the Japanese woman, whose eyes scanned his face like searchlights. Tan Jing's disguise technique is not very clever, in fact, it emphasizes a certain aspect of the characteristics in order to be different from his original appearance.

It was Lu Peiming who brought him makeup, but Lu Peiming didn't introduce it, so he didn't ask. After being driven out of Yuxian Academy by Wei Jieling, Tan Jing borrowed a phone and dialed Lu Peiming, but within ten minutes, the Lu family's car came to pick him up and sent him directly to Lu Peiming's apartment.

Neither of them identified themselves, and when Tan Jing entered the door, Lu Peiming, president of the Binhai Supreme Court, was smoking a cigar under the window, and when he saw him come in, he hurriedly pinched the cigar, smiled on his face, and hurriedly greeted him: "The reporter is here." ”

Tan Jing paused by the door, took a deep breath, and slowly nodded to him: "Dean Lu." ”

Agent of the Central Command canopy.

Lu Peiming politely let him into a chair in the living room: "Please sit down and talk about reporters." ”

He tapped the back of his chair three times, and a woman in a cheongsam came out of the room. She was thin, with a straight back, her hair in a bun mixed with silver threads, and her expression was as serious as a pious old nun in the Western world.

Lu Peiming didn't introduce him, and the woman just nodded to Tan Jing, walked up to him with a straight face, and suddenly clamped Tan Jing's chin and lifted his face. The woman's hands were quite strong, and when she was talking about the competition, he couldn't even struggle.

Lu Peiming was still smoking a cigar under the window: "I didn't expect that the reporter would suddenly contact me." ”

Tan Jing squinted at him, and his tone was not good: "I heard that Dean Lu is going to marry Miss Wei Qi." ”

The white-haired woman was already busy on Tan Jing's face, and a row of small, delicate shell-shaped porcelain boxes were placed on the desk, each with only one knuckle. The woman dug out some solid from one of the milky yellow translucent porcelain boxes, held it in her palm and pinched it for a long time before pressing it firmly on the bridge of Tan Jing's nose.

Lu Peiming smiled: "Talking about the reporter sounds very angry, you don't want me to marry Ling'er?" ”

This intimate salutation came out of Lu Peiming's mouth, which made Tan Jing get goosebumps. He still remembered the scene when he first met Wei Jieling and Lu Peiming in the Wei family's mansion, and Lu Peiming's attitude towards Wei Jieling was like he was a subordinate of the Wei family.

Tan Jing wanted to turn his head to look at Lu Peiming's face, but the old woman pressed his head to prevent him from moving. Tan Jing only heard Lu Peiming laugh slowly: "Speaking of which, Ling'er is also a bit famous in Binhai, I remember that she also posted an article on the literary edition of "Chaosheng Daily". ”

Tan Jing didn't speak, he felt that Lu Peiming's current tone was a little oily and slippery, as if he was showing off to his rival.

"The reporter won't be the editor of that article," Lu Peiming said in surprise, "But I remember Ling'er told me that the editor's surname is Sun, and he is a woman?" ”

"Wu Peng," Tan Jing suddenly spoke, calling out his code name directly, "Why did you marry Miss Wei Qi?" ”

Lu Peiming was silent, like a noisy radio suddenly pressed the shutdown button. Tan Jing even felt that even the fingers that the woman was holding on to Tan Jing's face froze for a moment.

"It's bold." This time it was the woman who spoke, her voice was cold, and her tone sounded extremely sarcastic, she raised her hand as she spoke, and suddenly slapped Tan Jing in the face.

Talking about the seizure, the woman's hand suddenly pressed vigorously on his shoulder.

"Okay, Sister Wang," Lu Peiming stopped, "Young man, the blood is just ......."

Tan Jing heard the sound of the heels of leather shoes hitting the wooden floor, a burst of cyan smoke from cigars wafted in, Lu Peiming's hand pressed to Tan Jing's other shoulder, and then his face came into view, with fair skin and a little rich.

"The face of the reporter is really recognizable," Lu Peiming commented while looking at it, "It's really a literati's face, it's hard to believe that Consul Qichuan would like such a face." ”

Sister Wang pushed Lu Peiming away, and stood back in Tan Jing's line of sight: "If you want to deal with this face, it should be easy." ”

Tan Jing finally spoke: "What do you want to do?" ”

"I should ask you this," Lu Peiming said, "Talking about reporters, what do you want to do when you call me?" ”

Tan Jing was silent: "I want to interview Dean Wei of Yuxian Academy." ”

"She didn't see you, that's why she called me," Lu Peiming said, "I'll take you to see Dean Wei." ”

Half an hour later, Sister Wang finally straightened up, withdrew her hand from Tan Jing's face, and took a step back to take a closer look. There was a set of folded clothes on the tall table beside her, and a wig on it, the hair was dry and yellowish in the light.

"Put it on." She spoke coldly.

Tan Jing saw his other face in the mirror, the bridge of his nose was raised high like a bone knot, the tip of his nose was still a little hooked, and the distance between the two eyes was inexplicably pulled in, which felt like a deep eye socket of the Western race.

Sister Wang was taking care of the wig, first fixing it on Tan Jing's head, then carefully soaking it with hair oil, and finally using dark brown eyebrows to make up the hairline where the wig meets the skin, making the entire forehead look shortened.

"Breasts," Sister Wang said, as she folded his neckline up and back to look like a European morning dress.

"I don't recognize it at all," Lu Peiming high-fived beside him, "Smile, Secretary Zhong." ”

Tan Jing was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood Lu Peiming's intention to toss him so much, but then there was a bigger doubt: Tan Jing's name and identity are not out of reach, why did Lu Peiming go to such great lengths?

Sister Wang opened a briefcase in front of Tan Jing, there was a stack of paper documents, a pack of tissues, a handkerchief, and a pocket watch, she took out a bugging device from the bag she was carrying, and put it into Lu Peiming's glasses case in front of Tan Jing: "You should know what this is, and you should know how to use it." ”

Tan Jing took the glasses case and put it in his briefcase: "Where do you put it?" ”

"You decide." Sister Wang wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and then turned to Lu Peiming, "Are you ready to go?" ”

Lu Peiming nodded, looking at Tan Jing: "It looks like he's ready." ”

"Are you ready? You know ...... of us," Sister Wang gestured between herself and the competition, "You know the relationship between us. ”

Tan Jing couldn't help but look at her with his hair standing on end, he and Sister Wang met for the first time, and he really couldn't figure out what relationship could be between them.

Lu Peiming looked at Sister Wang and sighed softly: "Do you have a better way?" ”

"Miss Seven is unreliable?" Sister Wang asked him rhetorically, except for the time when she was putting on makeup for Tan Jing, she had never looked at Tan Jing with her eyes, as if he was such a nuisance.

"You believe a sixteen-year-old girl, but you don't believe him?" Lu Peiming shook his head while laughing, "Sister Wang, we're not in Chongqing now. ”

Sister Wang glanced at Tan Jing indifferently: "Yes, we are not in Chongqing, I am in Binhai, under you." ”

She packed up the makeup utensils, adding up the small porcelain boxes the size of the knuckles and putting them in a palm-sized alloy bag.

"I'm leaving." Sister Wang bowed perfunctorily to Lu Peiming and slammed the door from the apartment.

Lu Peiming ignored her obvious dissatisfaction and anger, and only looked at Tan Jing: "You should have a lot of questions to ask, just ask." ”

Tan Jing opened his mouth and said, "What's wrong with Yuxian Academy? ”

Lu Peiming was taken aback: "I thought you were going to be who she was." ”

"She's Sister Wang, I know." Tan Jing said, "I want to interview her about your marriage with Miss Wei Qi, she doesn't want to see me, you just need to make a recommendation, but you tossed such a show." ”

Tan Jing pointed to his face and shook the briefcase in his hand again: "There is also this bugging device, what's wrong with Yuxian Academy, I need to decide where this eavesdropping device should be placed." ”

Lu Peiming stared at Tan Jing nervously: "Consul Qichuan asked you to interview Wei Jieling?" Say why? ”

Tan Jing was stunned, this task was given by Qi Chuan Shun through Xiaoye Meidai, and it was said at that time that it was for ...... Encouraging women to work outside the home?

He couldn't remember it a bit, because at the time, it sounded like Sukawa Shun liked it, but it wasn't very important.

"Why do you want to marry Wei Jieling," Tan Jing asked the question again.

Lu Peiming seemed to be suddenly angry, and glared at Tan Jing angrily: "The Lu Wei family already has a marriage contract, looking at the entire Binhai, Miss Wei is going to marry, is there a more suitable husband than me Lu?" This is our marriage rendezvous in high society, what does it have to do with you? ”

Tan Jing frowned and looked at him: "Lu Dashao, you misunderstood, I didn't ask you why, I asked about the black canopy." ”

Lu Peiming's anger seemed to be suddenly frozen, and he couldn't get up or down.

"Wu Peng, the person in charge of the third station of Zhongtong Binhai, I am asking you, why did you marry Wei Jieling?"

Tan Jing stared at Lu Peiming's eyes, his eyes were sharp, Lao Dao had said him more than once, if he was accidentally exposed one day, it must be because these eyes were too sharp, and they really didn't look like a reporter's eyes.

But Lu Peiming didn't mean to back down at all under his forced gaze, he exhaled lightly and looked at him calmly: "To save you." ”

Tan Jing was stunned for a moment, subconsciously lowered his eyes, and even lowered his head together.

His heart was so empty that even Lu Peiming could see it, and this emotion soothed his anger, and even made him smile: "You don't want me to marry Wei Qi, because I am Lu Dashao, or because I am a black canopy?" ”

Tan Jing took a breath and raised his head again: "Yuxian Academy...... What do I need to do? ”

Lu Peiming faced him, examined his expression, and slowly frowned, revealing a gloomy expression of dissatisfaction.