Chapter 81

Yang Jian drove back to Jiang Yan's single apartment.

As soon as he entered, Jiang Yan couldn't wait to say, "More than twenty million? That's twenty million! Did you really spend it all at once? What did you buy? That's the money I worked hard for the past two days."

"I didn't buy much, just a sleeping bag. I plan to go to a farm resort in a couple of days, so I'm preparing in advance," Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan was almost ready to spit blood: "A sleeping bag for twenty million?"

"Exactly twenty million. The extra few million I spent on something else, it should arrive tomorrow," Yang Jian said.

"Did... did you get scammed?"

Yang Jian thought for a moment and said, "I think there's a possibility. I'm feeling a bit regretful now, like I was tricked."

"Knowing you were scammed, why didn't you report it? Get a refund, return the item," Jiang Yan said.

"Maybe the product quality is good and really worth that much, huh? Besides... this money is mine, and how I use it is none of your business, right? You work for me, and I'll pay you a salary... You did a great job with the stock trading, how much is left in the account now?" Yang Jian asked.

"Less than five million," Jiang Yan said.

"How much exactly?"

"1.3 million," Jiang Yan said with a strange expression.

"I've been doing business for so many days, working hard, and didn't expect to spend it all at once," Yang Jian's lips twitched.

It was the money he had prepared to support his mother.

Now it was all gone.

In total, it was less than three million.

It seems he would have to think of other ways to make money after this matter was over.

But with his abilities, making money would be quick.

"Keep one million with you, and the extra 300,000 is your salary. Transfer it to your account," Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan pouted and said, "I made you more than ten million, and you only give me 300,000 as a commission? So stingy."

"I'm not happy with that. Without my information and capital, you wouldn't even make 300,000. And don't forget, I saved your life. If you want to make a big profit, I have a project worth two or three hundred million. Want to talk about it?" Yang Jian said.

"Ah?"

Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, then blushed and said, "Can we not talk about it?"

"What do you think?" Yang Jian looked at her.

"Then I'll go take a shower, don't go to sleep without me," Jiang Yan said, blushing.

Yang Jian didn't say anything. He sent Jiang Yan away and went to bed first.

Ha.

Women are so easy to fool.

"By the way, Yang Jian, have you seen my makeup box?"

Suddenly, Jiang Yan's head popped out of the bathroom.

"I gave it away," Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan was surprised, "Ah, gave it away? Who did you give my makeup box to? Your girlfriend or your mistress?"

"I gave it to a man. Don't ask anymore, buy a new one yourself later," Yang Jian said.

The box he gave to Yan Li during the day was fake.

It was a fake he spent a lot of money to create.

The real box containing the ghost was still in his possession.

He wasn't naive enough to hand over such an important item with just a few words. Since Yan Li was prepared to die, he might as well keep the hope of survival for himself.

As for the money... Yang Jian would compensate his family later.

But just as he was about to sleep, his phone rang.

It was Zhou Zheng's satellite phone.

"Hmm?" Yang Jian answered the call with some curiosity.

"Yang Jian, open the door, I'm outside," a young man's voice said, coldly.

Yang Jian frowned, "Who are you?"

"The new detective in Dachang City, Zhao Kaiming." After saying that, the call ended, and there was a knock on the door.

A new detective?

Yang Jian's expression changed. Liu Xiaoyu had indeed mentioned that Dachang City would get a new detective, but he didn't expect the new detective to come to him.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the door.

A young, somewhat cold-looking man in a detective uniform stood outside, holding a satellite phone.

"You're Yang Jian, the temporary worker in Dachang City? I'm Zhao Kaiming, strictly speaking, your superior," the man who called himself Zhao Kaiming walked in and said.

Temporary worker!

When did he get such a scary nickname?

"This is your place?"

Zhao Kaiming glanced around, frowning at the pile of fast food on the table and the woman's clothes hanging on the wall.

"As a detective, even a temporary one, you shouldn't be so decadent."

Yang Jian was a bit unhappy, "Are you lecturing me? Don't forget, I'm not a detective yet, and even if I am, I'll be on the same level as you, not your subordinate, and not under your command."

"Still talking back?"

Zhao Kaiming's face turned cold, and he suddenly slapped Yang Jian's face.

"Are you here to fight? But I advise you not to be impulsive, or today... someone will die."

Yang Jian caught his wrist, his eyes glowing faintly red, and a crimson eye on his hand pushed through the skin.

"Ghost Eye Detective... Yang Jian."

Zhao Kaiming suddenly laughed, retracting his hand, "I've read your file, but the part about your abilities is very vague. You seem to be intentionally hiding it. I want to know what your ghost's ability is, it will help me in my work."

"Even if I tell you, will you believe me? And what does your work have to do with me?" Yang Jian said.

"I need an assistant, and you're a good talent," Zhao Kaiming said straightforwardly.

Yang Jian said, "Is this how you recruit people?"

"I'm not recruiting, I'm mobilizing, it's an order," Zhao Kaiming said.

"What if I refuse?"

Yang Jian was very annoyed by Zhao Kaiming's domineering and condescending attitude.

This person was a complete contrast to Zhou Zheng.

"You shouldn't refuse. Become my assistant, and after I transfer, you can take over the security of Dachang City, it will benefit you," Zhao Kaiming said.

Yang Jian said, "When to join the International Police and whether to join is my decision, no need for you to worry. And I doubt how long you can manage the entire Dachang City."

Zhao Kaiming smiled, "Don't worry, with me, there won't be chaos. Since you won't agree to my request, I won't force you. But in three days, the Huanggang Village incident, do you really have the confidence to come back alive?"

Huanggang Village?

That was exactly where he was going.

Yang Jian's expression changed, "How do you know about this?"

"I'm responsible for the security of the entire Dachang City, and I have the authority to mobilize any police force. Finding out this information is easy. If you agree to be my assistant, I can give you a file on Huanggang Village, which will be very helpful for your future actions," Zhao Kaiming said.

"Not interested," Yang Jian said.

Being his assistant would just make him a pawn, rushing into battle, and dying faster. He wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

"Then... good luck," Zhao Kaiming said and immediately turned to leave.

"Yang Jian, who were you talking to?"

At this moment, Jiang Yan, wrapped in a towel, her face flushed, walked out of the bathroom, curious.

Zhao Kaiming stopped, suddenly pulled out a gun from his waist, and pointed it at Jiang Yan's forehead, "Eavesdropping on state secrets? Do you know I have the authority to shoot you?"

Jiang Yan froze, looking at the strange man in uniform pointing a gun at her head, her face filled with fear and panic.

What's going on?

She was so scared that she was stunned, only seeing the cold gun pointing at her forehead.

"Zhao Kaiming, you can try."

Yang Jian's voice was unusually low, and he pointed a golden gun at Zhao Kaiming's head.

"I'm enforcing the law, you're rebelling. Do you dare to shoot me?"

Zhao Kaiming opened the safety and looked at him coldly.

Yang Jian said, "I've only heard of living people enforcing the law, not dead people. If you die, I'll take over. Then who enforces the law and who rebels will be up to me."

"Even if you shoot, I can kill her first," Zhao Kaiming said.

"I can kill you if you kill her," Yang Jian said.

"I don't believe you can kill a ghost controller with a gun," Zhao Kaiming said.

"I don't need you to believe, just know that I will shoot," Yang Jian stared at him.

Zhao Kaiming narrowed his eyes, his finger on the trigger, unmoving.

They stood off for about ten seconds.

Zhao Kaiming suddenly put away his gun and laughed, "If you come back alive, I'll treat you to hotpot."

With that, he walked out and quickly left the apartment.

After Zhao Kaiming left, Jiang Yan felt weak all over and collapsed to the ground.

Yang Jian slowly put down the empty gun, his expression unusually serious.