Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 1582: Chapter 1582: Wu Di of the Anti-Fans (13)

The waiter pushed open Chuzheng’s private room door and put down the items.

”He left?”

”He left.” The waiter replied.

Chuzheng handed her some cash: ”No one knows about this today.”

The waiter accepted the money: ”I don’t know anything.”

The waiter wisely left, and Chuzheng opened her phone to check the contents.

The old man would probably be furious.

Chuzheng thought for a moment and didn’t immediately send the items to Mr. Chi. Listening to their conversation, there were obviously other motives.

Things like this are best dealt with once and for all.

Resurrecting problems is too troublesome.

It’s better to eliminate them, then all the trouble is gone.

Those bastards just have to make such a fuss!

Chuzheng got up and left the private room. Just as she passed two private room doors, the door in front suddenly opened.

”An Ji, you should reconsider carefully.”

”Sorry, no need to consider, I refuse.”

”An Ji, don’t you realize your situation now?” The person spoke earnestly: ”How many people can help you now? No matter how good your work is, if no one publishes it, who can see it? What I can offer you now is already the best deal, An Ji, you can’t be picky, do you still have options now?”

An Ji’s body tensed: ”I’d rather not publish it...”

”Why not publish?”

A girl’s clear and ethereal voice came from nearby.

An Ji was stunned.

Chuzheng: ”I’ll help you publish it, how much do you need?”

That casual tone made it sound like a trivial matter, just like eating or drinking water.

Seeing Chuzheng, An Ji felt a bit panicked inside.

He couldn’t even understand why he was panicked.

The man standing in the room was also stunned. Seeing that it was a young girl, he sneered, ”Who do you think you are, thinking you can just publish it? Having money doesn’t help.”

Facing the man’s gaze, Chuzheng calmly replied, ”That’s something I need to consider.”

The man laughed mockingly, as if he had thought of something: ”Little girl, are you his fan?”

Whose fan?

Nonsense!

”No.”

”If not, why are you interfering on his behalf? Does your family own a mine?” The man scornfully said, ”Little girl, this isn’t something you can meddle in, go home and find your daddy.”

An Ji put on his mask, not wanting to continue the conversation, and pulled Chuzheng to leave: ”Let’s go.”

What’s this about leaving!

I haven’t finished talking yet!

An Ji pulled Chuzheng quickly, leaving that person behind.

After leaving the café, An Ji let go of Chuzheng.

”Are you in need of money?”

An Ji shook his head: ”No, I’m fine, thank you.”

He walked forward with his head down, not wanting to discuss the matter further, nor intending to communicate much with Chuzheng, just saying a word and soon leaving.

Chuzheng: ”...”

Chuzheng returned to the café, the man was still on the phone.

Chuzheng vaguely heard some ungrateful remarks.

The man hung up and walked downstairs.

Chuzheng stood on the stairs, and they bumped into each other.

”Little girl, is there something else?”

Chuzheng looked up at him with displeasure and walked a few steps up: ”Do you have a business card?”

The man: ”???”

The man almost thought he misheard.

She ran here to ask him for a business card?

Perhaps puzzled by Chuzheng’s actions, the man really pulled out a business card and handed it to her. Chuzheng took it and left.

The man: ”???”

-

[San Ye: Boss, do you know anyone who’s good at investigation?]

Chuzheng was lying on the sofa and sent a message to the bar owner.

The bar owner was doing something, didn’t reply for a long time.

Chuzheng twirled the business card with her fingers, Xiangyue Publishing House... Chuzheng checked An Ji’s books on her phone, starting with the first one, all planned and published by this publishing house.

But judging by the previous situation, it seemed the negotiations had fallen apart.

[Jiu Jiu Ling: What’s going on? Who are you investigating?]

[Jiu Jiu Ling: We are all polite, civilized citizens now, I suggest you report to the police if anything arises.]

[San Ye: ...]

The middle-aged man preached about being polite and civilized but soon sent a contact to Chuzheng.

Chuzheng added the person and explained her intention. The other party asked who recommended them.

Chuzheng thought for a moment and switched back to the bar owner.

[San Ye: Boss, what’s your name?]

[Jiu Jiu Ling: Little heartless one, you don’t even know your boss’s name, if you encounter bad people, you’ll be gone!]

[Jiu Jiu Ling: Fei Xiu.]

Thanking is too cliché, so Chuzheng transferred some money to the bar owner.

[Jiu Jiu Ling: ...]

The other person, upon hearing it was recommended by Fei Xiu, didn’t ask further, and asked her to provide the basic information of the person to investigate.

The person was very efficient, and Chuzheng received a basic information file that night.

Chuzheng first looked at Wan Ying’s file.

The man with Wan Ying was named Luo Xing, they were high school classmates.

Luo Xing didn’t attend university, after graduating from high school, seized a good opportunity, made money, and started a company but, unfortunately, it went bankrupt due to mismanagement.

Luo Xing now doesn’t have a regular job, usually does odd jobs for money.

Not much useful in the basic information, Chuzheng briefly skimmed it and then opened another document.

This one was about An Ji.

A few days ago, An Ji had a falling out with the publishing house for unknown reasons. Initially, many publishing houses wanted him, but soon they stopped contacting him.

Now if An Ji doesn’t choose Xiangyue, he really might not be able to publish a book.

How unfortunate.

-

An Ji couldn’t sleep due to a headache and went out of the room to pour himself a glass of water.

Feeling sleepless, An Ji didn’t know what to do, holding his phone standing on the balcony, the moon was exceptionally bright, An Ji took a photo with his phone, posted it with just a period.

[Jiu Jiu Ling: Haven’t slept yet?]

[Ji: Can’t sleep.]

[Jiu Jiu Ling: Want to come drink?]

[Ji: No, headache.]

[Jiu Jiu Ling: Headache again? Shouldn’t you see a doctor for this problem?]

[Ji: Old issue, it’s fine, I took medicine.]

Jiu Jiu Ling, with a tone of caring like for his own kid, advised him for quite a while, urging him to rest.

An Ji replied briefly, turned off the phone, leaned on the balcony railing, sleepless.

He was very awake now.

Buzz buzz buzz—

An Ji’s phone suddenly vibrated, he thought it was the bar owner, but it wasn’t upon checking.

After hesitating for a while, An Ji gently pressed the green button: ”Hello.”

”Come downstairs.”

The words from the other end were very brief, before An Ji said anything, the other party hung up.

An Ji looked at the phone in silence until it auto-locked.

He leaned over the railing, looking down.

His place was right above the entrance, vaguely seeing someone standing below.

An Ji: ”...”

An Ji went inside, put on a coat, and headed downstairs.

An Ji opened the unit building door, immediately seeing the girl standing in the night, holding a plastic bag, standing casually in the distance.

An Ji walked over: ”Is something up?”

Chuzheng handed the bag over, seriously asking: ”Can’t I call you without a reason?”

An Ji: ”...”

What for calling him for nothing?