Domestication of dear wives: AA system for wealthy transactions

In the morning, just after 8 o'clock, just as Liancheng Yazhi said, Secretary Zhou came with a team of cars and people, and the noise was a bit...exaggerated.

But if the exaggeration at this time is guaranteed to be safe, it doesn't matter.

Secretary Zhou waited in the living room for 10 minutes, and Liancheng Yazhi came down from upstairs.

Liancheng Yazhi had less than four hours of sleep, plus she was injured, she looked a bit haggard, and her mental state was not very good.

Seeing this, Secretary Zhou felt that it would be a bit inhumane to drag him to the company again, so he said, "Young Master Ya, if you have any orders, let me handle them. You should rest at home."

Once your body is healthy, you can go to the company in the future. If you are exhausted this time, it will affect the future, it is not worth it!

Liancheng Yazhi shook his head: "It's okay, I have something to tell you when I get to the company."

Secretary Zhou understood that his boss had some things that were inconvenient to say at home, so he specially let him go to the company. Since that was the case, Secretary Zhou had nothing to say.

Liancheng Yazhi drank a glass of milk and was about to leave. Butler Li hurried over and said, "Young Master Ya, please wait first. The black chicken soup that Young Madam ordered to make for you is for blood. Drink some before leaving!"

Liancheng Yazhi was startled when she heard it: "When did you cook it?"

They slept together last night. At that time, Rang Rongyan hadn't found any blood supplements from the Internet. How could the soup be cooked after a few hours?

Butler Li explained: "After 6 o'clock, the young lady came down. She was afraid that she would not be able to sleep soundly when you woke up, so she asked me to cook it in advance."

There was no need to say anything more about this concern, Liancheng Yazhi's heart immediately melted into a puddle of water.

He sat down and said to Steward Li, "Let's serve a bowl."

After finishing a bowl of black-bone chicken soup, Liancheng Yazhi went out. On the way to the company, he asked Secretary Zhou: "Did the people who ambushed last night find any clues?"

"They are all a group of mercenaries, unorganized stragglers, and almost everyone is active in different places, such as Africa, South America, the Golden Triangle... and those in the Middle East. There is no connection between them. I want to find out who is behind the scenes. Whoever organizes it will take time..."

It's not surprising that Liancheng is elegant, and he asked again: "What did the police find?"

Secretary Zhou smiled: "So far, only those people have been found to be mercenaries, not as many as we have found."

Liancheng Yazhi put his right hand on his left arm, and the wound was burning hot now, and the pain was even worse when he had no face, but it also made his mind clearer and clearer.

He said: "Check the model of the weapon they are using, and where the car they drove this time came from, whether it was stolen, crossed the border, or pretended to enter the country through normal channels."

Secretary Zhou nodded: "Okay, check it out right away."

Liancheng Yazhi recalled another thing and ordered: "Search all the routes that can take me home from the hospital yesterday, especially the nearest routes, and check whether there are any suspicious people on the road sections where no one or a few people live, or Vehicles appeared, and last night, besides the road I crossed this year, where else were the traffic spikes laid."

Secretary Zhou was puzzled: "Young Master Ya, why do you want to check this?"

"I'd rather know if it was the driver's fault, or that guy guessed my mind and knew that I would go that way? Or, he was right."