New Order Plan

Jiang Qingshan pulled Xiao Tian's cup in front of him and asked a question as if nothing had happened.

The middle-aged man said as he sat down, "My surname is Wang, Wang Bushi."

"Boss Wang's name is quite unique."

Jiang Qingshan took a sip of coffee and then introduced himself and Xiao Tian.

Seeing that Xiao Tian wasn't drinking coffee, Wang Bushi went to pour him a glass of water.

"We are extremely grateful to you both for saving Xiao Ye's life today. From this day forward, you are our SVIPs, and all your meals are on the house!"

"It was just a small favor."

Jiang Qingshan waved his hand and smiled, not expecting the other party to be so generous.

His gaze swept across the desk, then he changed the subject, saying, "Are you engaged in literary creation?"

"Yes, I'm writing a play."

"So you're a screenwriter."

"Haha, I guess so, an amateur enthusiast whose scripts have been rejected by theater troupes countless times."

Wang Bushi shrugged and said to himself with a self-deprecating laugh, "However, I will definitely write a good play."

"May I admire it?"

Jiang Qingshan stood up with his coffee and pointed to the draft on the table.

He didn't recognize any of the characters on it; it seemed to be from an old era.

And people who can master so many ancient languages ​​and scripts... to be honest, are not very common.

Wang Bushi nodded, walked to the table to tidy up the manuscript papers, and said with a smile, "This is a play I'm currently writing."

Jiang Qingshan pointed to the title on the cover and asked, "What do these characters mean?"

"KISMET, an old-fashioned language, means destiny."

"Destiny?"

"Is it fate, or is it destiny?"

Wang Bushi gently adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, a faint smile appearing on his refined and handsome face.

Jiang Qingshan reached out and stroked the characters, then casually flipped through the rest of the text, which was almost entirely written in these characters.

For him, it was like a book written in a foreign language.

"Did you graduate from the National Southwest Associated University? Your knowledge is truly profound."

Jiang Qingshan took a sip of coffee and said casually.

"Officer Jiang, you flatter me. I just enjoy studying words. As for getting into the National Southwest Associated University, that's up to my child."

Wang Bushi leaned against the edge of the table, turned to look at Jiang Qingshan, and said with a smile, "If there is."

Jiang Qingshan closed the draft and said nothing more.

At that moment, Ye Wan'an knocked on the door.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingshan finished his coffee and then took the opportunity to say goodbye to Wang Bushi.

Outside the shop.

Jiang Qingshan put on his coat, glanced at Wang Bushi who was returning to the bar, and asked Ye Wan'an, "When did this shop open?"

"It's been a long time, more than thirty years."

"So, the era of the war between heaven and earth already existed."

"Yes, Mr. Wang inherited the business from his father."

Ye Wan'an glanced at Jiang Qingshan's face, his expression somewhat puzzled.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingshan laughed and said, "It's nothing, I was just asking casually. Maybe it's just my professional habit kicking in."

Ye Wan'an nodded.

Jiang Qingshan suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, did you manage to persuade Lao Ye to stay? He didn't go to join the pioneer team, did he?"

"We couldn't persuade them otherwise; they've already entered the disaster zone."

Ye Wan'an frowned, his tone somewhat helpless.

Old Ye is already thinking about finding him a wife, and he even said that he must get some good stuff before coming out of the disaster zone.

He tried everything to stop the person, but to no avail.

As a son, what could he do?

You can't really break my legs, can you?

He simply couldn't do such a thing.

Jiang Qingshan pursed his lips: "Okay, is that Trail Blazers team he's with reliable?"

"The captain is a level three adaptable person."

Do you know where you went?

"I heard there's an old site near Qixia Lake, and they're going to explore it."

Ye Wan'an couldn't help but sigh.

He had checked and found that Qixia Lake was located hundreds of kilometers outside the quarantine zone, where the environment was complex and various aquatic and terrestrial monsters lived.

Of course, this is not the most dangerous part.

In disaster zones, the most dangerous element is always people.

There is no order or law there, and morality is worthless.

"A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." If Old Ye really got his hands on something good...

"I hope they return safely."

Jiang Qingshan frowned and said helplessly.

Ye Wan'an seemed to remember something, and took out a business card from his pants pocket and handed it to Jiang Qingshan.

"I've checked this place. It's in a rather remote location. The company is in an old building, and it does sell kitchenware."

"Is there anything special about it?"

"Cargo airships frequently take off and land, but we don't know what they're carrying."

"Hard."

Jiang Qingshan took back his business card and patted Ye Wan'an on the shoulder.

This is the address that bald guy Zhao Qiang gave him last time. The agreed time has arrived, so I'll go check it out tomorrow.

Ye Wan'an nodded slightly.

Jiang Qingshan didn't linger any longer and turned to leave with Xiao Tian.

But after taking a few steps, he made a smooth turn and came back.

He looked at Ye Wan'an and said, "Next time you can wait until I get there before you make your move."

"receive."

Ye Wan'an said seriously, his expression somewhat apologetic.

After saying that, Jiang Qingshan and Xiao Tian returned to the car and leisurely drove to the police station.

......

The next day, in the morning.

In front of the police headquarters.

The security guard stopped the two figures: "What do you want?"

Wang Bushi raised what he was holding and said with a big smile, "We've come to present a banner."

"Please register."

"OK."

Wang Bushi responded, and Ye Wan'an, who was following behind, stepped forward with a tired look on his face to register his identity information.

The gatekeeper looked the two people up and down, his gaze sweeping over the banner before asking with some curiosity, "Who is this for?"

"Oh, it's Officer Jiang from the Investigation Department."

"Who?"

"Jiang Qingshan, Officer Jiang."

Wang Bushi said with a serious expression.

The gatekeeper's expression turned very strange after hearing this.

He looked up at the sky.

The sun didn't rise in the west.

This is weird.

Would anyone actually present Jiang Qingshan with a banner?

This is truly a once-in-a-century occurrence.

He had stopped many people looking for Jiang Qingshan here. They either came to report him, to complain about him, or to make a scene and threaten suicide.

Sending a banner as a gift, this is the first time ever!

"Cough cough cough, come in."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Wang Bushi casually handed Ye Wan'an a cigarette, then led him straight to the building.

Ye Wan'an had dark circles under his eyes and looked somewhat lifeless, just like a child being dragged to a tutoring class by his parents early in the morning.

Watching the two figures walk away, the security guard took off his hat, scratched his head, turned around, went back to the guardhouse, and took out his phone to frantically send group chat messages.

A few minutes later.

Wang Bushi and Ye Wan'an stood in the lobby of the office building.

Ye Wan'an inquired about Jiang Qingshan's office from a passing police officer, and then took the banner and prepared to go upstairs.

But as soon as he took a step, Wang Bushi pulled him back.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Wan'an looked puzzled.

Wang Bushi said with a stern face, "Haven't you ever given anyone a banner of appreciation before?"

"no."

"That's not how you present a banner."

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