My Dongguan Love Story

"Chu Xiuyan?"

Zhang Xiaoqian felt that this name didn't sound like something an ordinary family would choose. But then she thought about it again; the other person acted mysteriously, and she didn't even know his real age. She suddenly realized that this might just be an alias he used to cover his tracks.

But none of that matters anymore. As long as Chu Xiuyan is professional enough, that's all that matters. Based on the skills he just displayed, Zhang Xiaoqian felt much more at ease with him.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqian was no longer wary, Chu Xiuyan got straight to the point, looking directly at her: "What do you need me to investigate? Have you prepared the information on the relevant people?"

Zhang Xiaoqian composed herself and spoke directly:

"Help me investigate a guy named Chen Dazhuang. Do you have any criminal record, or any issues with his private life like two-timing? There aren't any fixed rules, just dig up all his shady dealings."

"Oh? That's easy." Chu Xiuyan nodded and held out his hand to Zhang Xiaoqian, saying, "Do you have the information? Give me a copy."

Upon hearing his words, Zhang Xiaoqian immediately shook her head: "No."

She didn't have Dazhuang's information, not even a photo. Although Dazhuang's information was registered when he worked at Dingsheng, she never went to Dingsheng once a year and didn't know anyone in the HR department.

Unless she reveals that she is her mother's daughter, there's no way she can access Dingsheng's files. But if she does that, her mother will know she's investigating Dazhuang.

Since she had hired a professional, she didn't want to risk handling it herself. After all, she had already paid for it, so why bother putting in so much effort herself?

Chu Xiuyan nodded upon hearing this. It's not uncommon for clients to lack information or refuse to provide any. He didn't mind; knowing the person's name and workplace was enough. He would investigate further later.

After collecting the information, it was time to collect the payment. He quoted Zhang Xiaoqian a price:

"We charge in stages, with each stage lasting ten days. The commission is 100% prepaid based on ten days. The labor cost is two thousand per day, totaling twenty thousand. Then you will also need to pay a small-scale fee and a large-scale fee."

Two thousand a day, they had discussed it over the phone, so Zhang Xiaoqian knew about it. But what did the small trip fee and the large trip fee mean?

"The daily travel allowance is 500 yuan, which covers the expenses I incur while tracking my target, such as fuel, food, and accommodation. The daily travel allowance is reimbursed based on actual expenses, such as when the target travels to another city by plane or train, and I have to go with them."

Zhang Xiaoqian understood; that would amount to 30,000 yuan. This was indeed quite a high fee, enough to pay a worker's salary for 30 months. But Zhang Xiaoqian didn't care; the most important thing was to find out Dazhuang's specific situation. So, with a hint of doubt, she asked:

"Can you guarantee you'll be able to find out Dazhuang's background?"

"Okay." Chu Xiuyan leaned back in his chair and looked at Zhang Xiaoqian with great confidence.

"What if they can't find out?" Zhang Xiaoqian was also worried that the other party would take the money and not do the job, so she looked at Chu Xiuyan nervously, wanting her to give a guarantee.

Chu Xiuyan said with great confidence, "There's nothing I can't find out."

He knew what Zhang Xiaoqian was worried about, so he smiled and shrugged: "Once the payment is made, it cannot be refunded for any reason. If you're worried, you can consider it."

After saying that, he put away the newspaper, prepared to take the bill to pay, and left.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhang Xiaoqian quickly waved her hand and made him sit back down: "I definitely trust you. Give me your bank card number, and I'll transfer the money to you at the bank in a bit."

"Okay, once we receive payment, we'll get to work." Chu Xiuyan nodded with a smile, took the receipt to the front desk to pay, and disappeared into the crowd outside the store.

Looking at the surging crowd, Zhang Xiaoqian's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. She thought to herself, "Chen Dazhuang, I don't believe I can't break you two up now."

...........

The blinding sunlight streamed in, I rubbed my eyes, opened them to check the time, and it was already past eleven.

I turned my head to look beside me and saw that Sister Zhao had woken up. She smiled at me, gently pecked my lips, and said:

"Dazhuang, shall we go downstairs for breakfast?"

"it is good."

"Could you carry me down? My legs are so sore, I can barely walk."

"Um, okay."

I bent down and lifted Sister Zhao into my arms, one hand around her legs and the other around her waist. I carried her slowly downstairs.

Sister Zhao wrapped her arms around my neck, rested her head on my shoulder, and looked radiant with happiness.

Feeling my own firm muscles, I couldn't help but admire Dazhuang. He's so good—handsome, muscular, and strong. And he lasts a really long time.

Such a good man, besides himself, there are probably many other women who would like him.

Zhang Xiaoqian's changes made her feel a sense of crisis. She had to find a way to keep Dazhuang firmly under her control.

But how could she keep Dazhuang firmly in her grasp? She was certain that the most effective method was to give him power and money. Because what men pursue in life is nothing more than power, wealth, and sex.

She was already quite attractive, which gave her an advantage; in terms of power, she could find a way to get Dazhuang into the factory director's position; as for money, she had a feeling that money was very important to Dazhuang.

If it weren't for making a living, why would Dazhuang leave his hometown and travel over a thousand kilometers to Dongguan to work and earn a living?

But then I thought again, once a man has a lot of money, he's prone to becoming arrogant and corrupted. So it seems that giving him money directly isn't the best approach.

It would be better to give him a car. A car is a man's status symbol; it's something he can drive to maintain his image, and it's not something he can easily sell for cash.

Thinking of this, she smiled and looked at Dazhuang: "Dazhuang, how did your driving lessons and driver's license test go last time?"

I was eating the spaghetti that the nanny had brought me when I heard Sister Zhao's words. I looked up and smiled, saying, "Oh, I forgot."

Sister Zhao smiled at me and said, "Dazhuang, why don't you find some time these next few days to learn to drive? After you get your license, you can borrow my Mercedes-Benz W14."

Tiger Head Ben?

I couldn't help but take a breath and look up at Sister Zhao.

That Mercedes-Benz with a tiger head costs nearly a million. Even if you factor in the resale value, it could still sell for around four or five hundred thousand.

"Drive it for yourself? I shouldn't accept something I haven't done right by," I said with a smile, waving my hand. "No need, Sister Zhao, you keep it for yourself. I can just ride my motorcycle."

This wasn't the first time I'd refused Sister Zhao; she was already mentally prepared. Smiling, she took my hand and said, "Dazhuang, you're about to become the factory manager, what's with riding a motorcycle?"

Listening to Sister Zhao's words, I thought about it and agreed. Also, afraid of embarrassing the company, I said, "Okay, Sister Zhao, I'll find time to get my driver's license. But I don't need the Mercedes-Benz W14; I can drive a Volkswagen."

Seeing that I was still considering her feelings, and that there was no greed in my eyes, Sister Zhao looked at me with admiration. This was the man she liked. Upright and without greed.

As we were talking, my phone rang in my pocket. I picked it up and saw it was Lin Guilian calling.

It was only then that I remembered that yesterday I took her to Dingsheng on my bike, and then I ran off with Sister Zhao. I left her there, and I don't know how she is doing.

As Sister Zhao ate her noodles, she glanced at me and casually asked, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

I replied casually, "It's not an important call; I can call back later."

After I hung up on Lin Guilian's call, I looked down at my phone and was shocked to see 32 missed calls. I was instantly overwhelmed.