My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 40 - 39: Don’t Ask, Asking Means Unprofessional

Chapter 40: Chapter 39: Don’t Ask, Asking Means Unprofessional

Watching Meng Lang and Lin Haitang’s retreating figures, Wang Zhao Ping stroked his chin, deep in thought.

"Captain, who exactly is this guy?" Qin Xiaoru asked by his side.

"I don’t know either. I can’t fathom him. But being able to manipulate a character like Yuan Li... this guy is either extremely talented or a significant figure..."

"Bureaucrat speak!" Qin Xiaoru rolled her eyes. "By the way, Yuan Li’s lawyer is here, says he wants to meet him."

"Hey!" Wang Zhao Ping scoffed, "Let him meet then, he’s just late!"

...

"What? You’re saying that Yuan Li confessed?"

Cui Jizhong’s face showed some surprise as he listened to the report on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, Mr. Cui, my lawyer just went there and was told Yuan Li had already confessed. He even signed the scene record. What exactly is going on?"

"What did he confess to?" Cui Jizhong furrowed his brow.

"Attempted home invasion murder, framing others, and illegal possession of firearms—he’s confessed to nearly every possible crime."

"That’s it?"

"That’s it. Oh, right, Yuan Li had a message delivered, saying he confesses and from here on out, he will comply with your arrangements without any complaints."

Comply with my arrangements, without any complaints?

Ha! At least the guy knows what’s important!

But why would he confess on his own?

Is he tired of fighting and wants to stay in jail a couple more years?

"Okay, got it."

After hanging up the phone, Cui Jizhong still couldn’t make sense of it.

In the end, he could only shake his head and curse silently that it was like trying to shore up a wall of mud.

Since he’s a useless pawn now, Cui Jizhong didn’t care about Yuan Li’s fate. He doubted Yuan would dare disclose the existence of a mastermind behind the scenes.

"Knock knock!" Just then, someone knocked on the office door.

"Come in!"

A woman with wavy long hair, dressed seductively and sensually, walked in without a hint of hesitation and lazily sat opposite Cui Jizhong.

"Mr. Cui, what’s so important that you couldn’t say over the phone and had me come all the way here on a weekend?"

Cui Jizhong’s eyes half-closed as he scrutinized the woman, his gaze sweeping over her crossed silky long legs.

He smiled, stood up slowly, and moved behind the woman, placing a hand on her shoulder and leaning down to her ear.

"Some things, of course, are better discussed in person, don’t you agree... Lawyer Han!"

...

Meanwhile.

"Yuan Li has a son?" Lin Haitang looked at Meng Lang in surprise.

She carefully recalled the past.

"Wait, that’s not right. I did background checks on a case three years ago. Yuan Li and his wife had divorced, and it seemed there were no children."

"Well! This son certainly isn’t with his original spouse," Meng Lang gave her a knowing look.

"Are you suggesting he has an illegitimate child out there? But how would you know?"

The fact that Meng Lang knew Yuan Li had an illegitimate child was more shocking than the existence of the child itself.

After all, until the day before, Meng Lang should have had no connection with Yuan Li.

"Cough! You know, we salespeople don’t have many advantages, but we do have extensive connections." Meng Lang said without batting an eye.

"Yesterday, I took a moment to ask a friend to check this Yuan Li, and found he has an illegitimate son named Yuan Shu, currently in the US.

But that’s not the point. The point is, the source of the funds for Yuan Shu’s study abroad is from the Xu Group..."

Lin Haitang was shocked.

In just one day, you’ve managed to dig up so much about Yuan Li’s background?

Again with this mysteriously "extensive connections."

If it weren’t for Meng Lang’s proven track record of reliability, Lin Haitang would have scoffed at his claims.

What kind of super-connected friend is this, one that even the FBI can’t match?

Are you really in insurance, or are you in intelligence?

"Wait! You’re not really a member of some intelligence agency, are you?"

Lin Haitang looked at Meng Lang with a suspicious gaze.

He wasn’t a rich or influential second generation, yet he had unbelievable channels of information.

He seemed extremely low-profile, despite supposedly having powerful connections.

Living in a cheap rental, wearing clothes worth no more than 300 combined.

Moreover, he was a meticulous thinker, leaving no stone unturned. The way he handled Yuan Li’s capture, every move was calculated and profoundly mysterious.

These indeed were traits typical of someone in intelligence work.

Oh, and that somewhat absurd surveillance and counter-surveillance ability, totally a spy’s exclusive skill set!

That’s it! An insurance salesman must be just his cover identity.

"Uh..."

Meng Lang hadn’t expected Haitang to have such a wild imagination.

But thinking about it, his greatest advantage seemed to be indeed information.

The future unknown to others, I know.

The truths that others spend their lives searching for, in the face of time, will eventually become my memoirs...

Maybe I really do have the potential to deal with intelligence.

And it’s that type of organization where one person equals the organization, the required budget is negligible, the secrecy is seamless, as long as I don’t switch jobs, no one would betray...

"Okay! Since you’ve figured it out, I won’t pretend anymore. I am actually a member of a mysterious organization.

The name of the organization is... ’All Things Return to One Union’!"

"This sort of mysterious organization whose name you can disclose so casually, are you serious?" Haitang was somewhat speechless.

"How is it casual? You’re the first person in the world to know."

Haitang: "..."

Meng Lang also felt that his statement might sound ambiguous, so he quickly added another line.

"Uh... what I mean is, this is a secret, don’t just spread it around, okay?"

Haitang acted as if she hadn’t heard, continuing to walk forward slowly.

"So, were those things you said earlier meant to threaten Yuan Li?"

"What else could it be? Before coming here, I practiced in front of a mirror for a long time since it wasn’t really a role to play naturally.

But it looks like the effect was good. I didn’t realize I’m actually an actor hindered by sales."

Meng Lang was quite pleased with his own acting skills just now.

Aside from this face that’s too full of a sense of justice, everything else could score full marks.

"But what if Yuan Li isn’t intimidated?" Haitang thought about it and looked at Meng Lang seriously.

Meng Lang paused for a moment, then caught on.

"What are you thinking? If he’s not intimidated, it’s not like I can really go kill someone, right?"

"Then tell me, which intelligence organization in the world doesn’t engage in assassination?"

Meng Lang opened his mouth to argue back.

The Dark Web, intelligence agencies from various countries, Jinyi Guard, Eastern Factory, Qingyi Building, Thief Guild, Mu Ye’s Dark Department...

emm...

No wonder Yuan Li was so scared.

"Our organization is a peace-loving organization, dedicated to maintaining world peace!" Meng Lang declared earnestly.

"Alright, I believe you."

"Hey, hey! With that perfunctory tone, I really can’t believe you actually believe it."

"Perfunctory?" Haitang stopped, turned around, and looked at Meng Lang seriously.

"Maybe that’s because... whether you truly want to maintain world peace or rule the world, it doesn’t matter much to me..."

Meng Lang paused for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, let’s go. Xiao Yu should have lunch ready and waiting for us."

"Uh... really?"

A misunderstanding? What’s with this casual tone about calling me over to her house for lunch...

[Am I loving too foolishly and naively...]

Meng Lang’s phone ringtone sounded, and he picked up the phone.

"Hello! Mr. Meng, this is Tony from Galaxy Securities."

"Uh... hello."

Meng Lang glanced at Haitang and subconsciously lowered his voice.

"Mr. Meng, about your investment, I wanted to ask..."

"Stop! Don’t ask, asking means you’re not professional."

"Wha... beep beep!"

"Who was that?"

"Oh, nothing, just a telemarketer selling houses. You see, I’m too poor to afford a house, it’s really quite funny!"

Haitang cast a strange glance over.

Why are you so proud of being poor?