New Order Plan

The following day, Xin'an Street.

The rising sun peeked out from between the skyscrapers, illuminating the glass curtain walls with a golden glow.

The ground was wet and the air was a bit chilly.

Several tables were set up in front of a breakfast stall on the street, and a handsome boy in a school uniform greeted and saw off customers.

"Good morning, uncles. Is today the same as usual?"

The boy saw a familiar face, and his tired face instantly brightened.

These two are his big customers. They come once a month and always pack two hundred breakfasts to take away after they finish eating.

Jiang Qingshan nodded and glanced around the tiny shop.

Beside the stove, the boy's mother was busy and sweating profusely.

Xiao Tian pulled over two chairs and sat down on the spot, his nose twitching slightly as he looked at the meat buns on the next table.

"Have the identities of that young couple been confirmed?" Jiang Qingshan asked.

"It's confirmed." Xiao Tian said in a low voice, "Both of them were archivists at the General Intelligence Bureau, and they were dismissed at the same time three years ago for violating regulations."

"Violation of regulations?"

"fall in love."

"..."

"The person has been placed under protection, and the case is now being handled by the investigation team."

Xiao Tian's eyes darted around, and he said with a wicked smile, "You'd better think about how to win over your blind date and give the old man an answer."

Jiang Qingshan pursed his lips, too lazy to pay attention to Xiao Tian.

He just didn't want to disappoint his teacher's wife, so he came to go through the motions and get by.

As for marriage, he has no interest in it anymore.

Finding out the whereabouts of the traitor from back then and finding a way to kill him to avenge his comrades—this was the most determined thing in his life over the past three years.

A moment later, the boy brought over steaming hot buns and side dishes, which Xiao Tian couldn't help but wolf down.

Jiang Qingshan ate his food while listening to the idle chatter of two construction workers at the next table.

"I heard your son drives for a big company; could you ask him to help my son get a job?"

"What's going on? Didn't your son graduate from United University?"

"Hey, don't even mention it. He was the only one in the whole class who didn't awaken his superpower during his five years of university."

"Well... okay."

"Not only can't he become a suitable candidate, but he also messed up his professional skills. Now he's working as a waiter in a restaurant. He's really a disappointment."

The elderly worker, his temples graying, sighed deeply, pulled out his old phone with a cracked screen, opened the photo album, and jokingly teased his friend:

"Look, he even wears a suit to serve dishes, looking all respectable, but he doesn't earn as much as I do."

"That's a high-end place. Who knows, you might catch the eye of a rich woman someday and save yourself more than ten years of hard work."

"..."

The old worker lit a cigarette with a strange expression, and when he noticed Jiang Qingshan's gaze, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

After a few seconds of eye contact, he offered her a pack of cigarettes, saying, "Young man, want one?"

Jiang Qingshan didn't stand on ceremony and accepted the box directly.

The old worker was stunned, his lips moved but he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Just then, the boy delivered two hundred packed breakfasts.

Jiang Qingshan casually asked, "Why didn't you go to school today?"

"I took the day off," the boy replied, adding, "Mom said we don't need to pay for the food; the takeout all came to a total of two thousand yuan."

After saying that, the boy turned to greet the new guests.

Xiao Tian's gaze swept over the boy's sleeve, he sniffed, and whispered to Jiang Qingshan, "There's a smell of blood. He's injured."

Jiang Qingshan was slightly taken aback. After a few seconds of contemplation, he took out two thousand yuan in cash and placed it on the table along with his business card.

Afterwards, the two carried their belongings back to the police car not far away to catch up on their sleep.

......

Noon, at the Moon Gazing Cafe.

Jiang Qingshan dusted off his military overcoat, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Elegant piano music played inside. A waiter in a suit and bow tie approached and asked with a slightly strange look, "Sir, do you have a reservation?"

Jiang Qingshan showed the message sent by his master's wife and arrived at the reserved table under the guidance of the waiter.

I had only been sitting down for a few minutes when a tall and beautiful figure appeared in front of me.

"Are you here for a blind date?"

The girl lifted a strand of her hair and asked hesitantly.

Jiang Qingshan nodded, said nothing more, and calmly sized up the other person.

She wore stockings and a short skirt, had a delicate face, captivating peach blossom eyes, and a slender waist that could be easily encircled.

However, this beautiful appearance exudes a maturity beyond her years.

The girl saw Jiang Qingshan's reaction and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

Despicable men, they're all like this.

She hesitated for a moment, but considering that Jiang Qingshan was quite handsome, she decided to sit down and chat for a bit.

She tossed her handbag onto the sofa, lit a cigarette, crossed her legs, and turned to look out the glass curtain wall.

"My requirements aren't high: a house, a car, a bride price of 380,000 yuan, and the three gold pieces are a must. Can you do that?"

"Sorry, I can't."

Jiang Qingshan smiled slightly and politely declined.

The girl didn't seem surprised. She leaned forward, placed the heavy object on the table, swung her high heels, and exhaled a faint puff of smoke towards Jiang Qingshan.

"You're not bad looking. If we can't be family, then let's be guests."

Jiang Qingshan was taken aback upon hearing this, and his gaze averted from the abyss.

What does it mean?

The girl took an eyebrow pencil out of her bag, grabbed Jiang Qingshan's hand, and smiled as she wrote down a string of numbers.

"Three hundred per session, three thousand for an overnight stay. This is exclusively for you. Remember to call me in advance if you need it."

Jiang Qingshan's lips twitched, and his eyes turned strange.

Unexpectedly, simply going through the motions yielded unexpected rewards.

He was silent for a moment, then asked with some curiosity, "Is this all the corruption in this industry now?"

"Of course, how can I make money if I don't roll? Once I've saved enough money, I'll find a way to settle down on the moon and retire."

"Are you planning to defect to the Empire?"

"I heard from a customer that if you go there, they'll provide you with housing and a job, medical care is free, and there aren't any catastrophic monsters. Why not go?"

The girl rolled her eyes, checked the time, and prepared to leave.

Jiang Qingshan remained silent, wondering if there was also the matter of smuggling.

He looked at the other person and said casually, "I have a house, a car, and plenty of gold and silver. Come with me."

The girl was about to get up when she heard this and stopped, her expression one of disbelief and doubt.

......

A few minutes later, outside the coffee shop.

Jiang Qingshan opened the car door and said calmly to the girl, "Police car, jail cell, rose gold, how's that? Not bad?"

The girl glared at Jiang Qingshan with a look of utter despair, then angrily sat down in the back seat.

Xiao Tian, ​​standing to the side, muttered somewhat speechlessly, "You really managed to win me over."

Jiang Qingshan shrugged. How could he let go of a business opportunity that was practically handed to him?

Besides, he was just fulfilling the other party's request, what's wrong with that!

Xiao Tian shook his head, turned around, got into the driver's seat, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

Jiang Qingshan swallowed a mouthful of exhaust fumes, chuckled and cursed a few times, and then suddenly realized something was wrong.

A thought struck him, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the young waiter in the coffee shop was quietly watching him through the glass.

His eyes were somewhat cold.