my old life

Chapter 1988 Mysterious returnee
When I saw Huben's expression, my heart skipped a beat, and I quickly got up to greet him without saying a word, feeling a bad premonition in my heart.

I pulled Huben to the side where there was no one else, seeing him in a hurry as if he had seen something terrible.

"What's wrong? Is that woman gone?" I asked in a low voice, feeling very confused.

"Let's go, she drives a red sports car."

"Sports car? How many of them came here? Is there anything else going on outside?" I asked in a low voice. That woman might have some background in being able to access the intersection surveillance.

"She came alone. I don't know the brand of the sports car, but there is a dark horse."

"Porsche?" I gestured at the car logo, and Huben shook his head.

"A dark horse with a yellow background, like this." Huben imitated the appearance of the dark horse, and I knew it was a Ferrari at a glance!
"Damn, this woman is so weird! How dare she come alone in the middle of the night? Still driving a Ferrari?"

"The license plate number is five and six, which is easy to remember."

When I heard this, I became even more curious. Generally speaking, license plates with consecutive numbers are either rich or expensive. Even if you have money, you may not be able to get them, and you need a certain relationship.

"Boss, what's the situation?" Huizi stood up and asked, and I waved at them.

"It's nothing, you guys go upstairs for a massage and have fun."

"Okay, call us if you have something to do!" Huizi led someone upstairs to get a massage, and the others came down to continue the pedicure.

I took a look at the business card, which was all in English. I must find someone who understands it, or I won't feel at ease!

I took out the phone and called Ye Lingyun, asking him if he knew anyone who could speak English, even if it was three o'clock in the morning, I didn't know what to do...

This kind of feeling is like being hooked by someone. I am always struggling to get up and down, I can't figure it out but I can't figure it out, and I don't have an accurate answer in my heart.

"Hey, why are you calling me at this time?"

"I know you haven't slept yet, and I want to ask you for a favor."

"Aren't you in the bathing center? What do you want me to do?"

"Do you have any English-speaking friends over there? Help me translate something."

"I really don't have this! Why are you in such a hurry? Wouldn't it be clear to ask any senior disciple tomorrow?"

"Big disciple? Are there any in the bathing center?" I asked curiously, maybe I could try my luck.

"There should be a night club in the bar. I remember a few who came here to work part-time. If you need it, I will help you find it..."

Ye Lingyun said something in a long voice, it was clearly a polite word, it is always bad to make people run errands in the middle of the night.

"Don't bother Mr. Ye at night, I'll go and look for it myself."

"Okay, call again if you need something."

After hanging up the phone, I called the waiter to come over. Although it is not very reliable to find a big disciple in a place like a bar and nightclub, it is not surprising these days.

"What is the boss' order?"

"Go to the bar and nightclub and help me find someone who can speak English. It doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman, as long as you understand English, you will be given a tip of [-] if you are willing to come."

"Okay, I'll go right away!" The waiter ran away in a hurry, I still had no idea in my heart, I knew I would study hard when I was in school...

Soon the waiter brought over a girl in shorts who smelled of alcohol and had heavy makeup on her face.

"Boss, someone is here."

"Well, beauty, do you understand English?"

"of course."

"Come here and translate for me, and see what is written on this business card." I handed the business card over, half-believing in my heart, wondering if she could do it.

"Psychiatrist Lisa?" The girl blurted out after glancing at the business card, and I said nothing wrong!
"What is written on the business card? Translate it all."

"Hua, Washington, Johns Hopkins Criminal Psychology Institute, psychologist Lisa, psychiatric clinical research specialist of the affiliated medical school, with a professional qualification certificate for psychological counseling."

The girl translated bit by bit, and it sounds like Lisa is a returnee, or a more awesome kind of returnee.

"Is your translation correct?" I asked worriedly, always skeptical about the 'translation' I found from the bar.

"That's almost what it means. She should be a doctor who studies special psychology and psychiatry. The grade is quite high."

"Fuck! Did you read it right?" I asked in surprise, it sounds like a psychiatrist!

"Of course not, I'm an English major!" The girl said proudly, and I was speechless for a while!

In the past, the second uncle often teased that the young lady is as innocent as the big disciple, and the big disciple is as open as the young lady. Today I really learned a lot!

"Okay, let's go, go and get two thousand tips, all of which will be charged to our account." I waved my hand to signal that she could leave, but she didn't move.

"Is this finished?" the girl asked curiously, as if she couldn't believe that 2000 yuan was just in hand.

"Of course, otherwise, what else do you want?" I asked rhetorically, I don't know what people think now if I don't want to be a translator or something and come to a bar to do part-time jobs.

"I want to leave my phone number. If you have such a thing in the future, just call me. I will be happy to help."

"No problem." I handed over the phone, and she quickly left her phone number, and even gave me a wink before leaving.

To be honest, I am even more confused at the moment. A doctor who studies special psychological and neurological diseases approached me and refused to let me pay compensation, but also to study me...

In my opinion, this Lisa is like a mentally abnormal person, an out-and-out mental illness...but she can drive a dung fork and a Ferrari, and she has the ability to use her eyes and hands to see the sky.

I took out a cigarette and lit it, and I had already ruled out the possibility that this woman was a trap by Prince Long. I guess Prince Long could not afford such a woman.

What made me even more speechless was that the woman said that her brother was the person in charge of the general office, which is more in line with the current trend... Sending people abroad for further studies and then returnees to avoid taxes is, to put it bluntly, money laundering.

Some unclear money, if you go abroad in a reasonable way and then come back, it will become the money invested by returnees. This is also the most common routine.

But the license plate number five and six is ​​so arrogant, it doesn't conform to the character of a person who should be low-key, let alone the current social trend... Except for the upstarts, who can be so high-profile?

As far as I know, psychiatrists are not a profession that makes a lot of money, and those who study mental illness don't have much money to make. To put it bluntly, scientific research is not very popular these days.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out, so I simply called Lisa directly.

"Hello."

"I'm the prince Dongming, that..." I didn't know what to say when I got on the phone, I hesitated for a long time and couldn't organize my words.

"What's matter?"

"I heard you drove a Ferrari here? You're quite rich!" I joked casually, preparing to find out the details of this woman.

"This is given to me by my husband, is there a problem?"

Hearing this, I can say it, she has a husband... It is probably not a soft-footed shrimp who can give a Ferrari sports car, either rich or expensive!
"Then can I ask what your husband does?"

"It's personal privacy."

"Then don't come to me again, I have nothing to study, send me your bank card number, and I will call you for compensation later."

Now I can't think of anything other than compensation. Compared with losing money, I am more afraid of being entangled by others, especially since she is also a psychologist who studies mental illness.

"No, I think you are worth studying. We can meet again if you want."

When I heard this, I couldn't help shivering. What do you mean I'm worth studying?Do I look like a psychopath?

"Let's just meet, big sister, can't I lose money?"

"I said money is not important to me, not at all compared to my academic research, really."

"Do you have to study me?" I raised my eyebrows and asked, already feeling a lot of discomfort in my heart, I hate the feeling of being led by the nose.

"I can give you something in return." She said relaxedly, but these words were clearly a threat!
"What if I say no?"

"I believe we will meet again." After speaking, the other end of the phone hung up, she dared to hang up on me, she even threatened me openly!
It's been a long time since I've seen you. I've never seen a psychiatrist who dared to threaten people in society. Could it be that she is really sure that she can easily handle me?
(End of this chapter)