305: Chapter 305 The Little Rich Woman

The refined man continued to nod gently: "Mr. Han can understand it that way; this is also your right."

Han Jingyang stared at the refined man for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed: "Still the same thing: the items are not for sale, cannot be sold, and cannot be sold, because I have already disposed of all those spoils of war."

"Disposed of?" The refined man's face showed other expressions, frowning slightly: "What does that mean?"

"No comment," Han Jingyang waved his hand: "If you came here for that batch of spoils, then go back. Not to mention that it's impossible to sell them to you, even if I could sell them to you, you couldn't afford them."

"Couldn't afford them? Our boss has extremely strong financial power," the refined man said softly: "Our boss can buy half of Quancheng."

"Nonsense. The GDP of Quancheng is as high as 1.2 trillion. Does your boss have 500 billion? Could you please draft your bragging beforehand?"

"..."

The refined man looked at Han Jingyang deeply: "Mr. Han, we will come again."

Han Jingyang waved his hand indifferently: "No need to come again. Even if you really had 500 billion, it would be useless. I said not for sale, so it's not for sale."

After the refined man and the capable woman left.

Han Jingyang turned his head to look at Shi Xiaoya: "Have you seen this person before?"

Shi Xiaoya shook her head: "No, I have no impression at all."

"Not from Quancheng?"

"I don't know, but they are definitely not ordinary people."

"Daring to threaten me, they are definitely not ordinary people," Han Jingyang took a deep breath: "But it doesn't matter. Still the same thing: when soldiers come, block them with generals; when water comes, cover it with earth. We don't go looking for trouble, but we are definitely not afraid of trouble."

Shi Xiaoya asked in a low voice: "How about I follow them and take a look?"

Han Jingyang shook his head: "Don't. Their strength is not bad."

"Not bad?"

"Yes, they are a bit stronger than you. Without using a dharma instrument, you couldn't beat that man, even if there were two of you."

"I have the dharma instrument you gave me."

"That man has one on him too."

"This..."

Han Jingyang waved his hand: "Let's put this matter aside for now. Although this person has a high-and-mighty attitude and doesn't look like a good person, their attitude is relatively restrained. They shouldn't come back in the short term. Let's handle the matter of the little sister-in-law first."

Saying this, he looked at Liu Jing: "You call the Lin Sisters to follow Doudou and live next door to her. Take turns on duty at night and watch her every move. If there is danger, strike immediately. However, don't fight hard. If it is really very dangerous, prioritize saving your life."

Then he turned to look at Doudou: "Speaking of which, we haven't talked about the fees yet, right?"

Doudou hurriedly said: "I have money, Mr. Han. Please feel free to act."

"My charging standard is very high. In situations involving combat, the charging standard is even higher. Ordinary combat is fine, but if a dharma instrument is used, the charging standard is something even Wang Zhiwei couldn't afford."

"I know. Actually, I want to say that I have a lot of money," Doudou said softly: "I have saved over 200 million over the years. Mr. Han, as long as you can keep me alive and completely solve the problem, you can take it all."

Holy crap?

How much?

Over 200 million?

She is much richer than Wang Zhiwei.

A little rich woman?

No, no, no, this is a super big rich woman.

This is 200 million in savings, cash that can be used at any time, not some company market value or something.

There are many people in the country who can take out 200 million in cash, but it's definitely not many.

Even fewer in Quancheng.

Moreover, Doudou is still young and looks so beautiful.

What the hell... what kind of dog-shit luck did Wang Zhiwei have?

Although Doudou is in trouble, as long as this thorny problem is solved, Wang Zhiwei really has the hope of gaining both wealth and beauty.

Damn!

Could Wang Zhiwei's good fortune be related to this?

Fate is really unfathomable.

I, who am cheating so hard, still can't see through Wang Zhiwei's fate.

I must touch on matters of fate less in the future.

Can't get cocky.

Just take the matter between Wang Zhiwei and Doudou; if handled well, it's naturally a happy ending for all, but if not handled well, it's a total tragedy.

However, the money that should be collected cannot be ignored.

I was originally thinking of giving a discount for the sake of Wang Zhiwei.

Now?

Forget the discount.

Isn't giving a discount obviously looking down on this little rich woman in front of me?

Thinking this, he said to Doudou: "That's good. Since you have the ability to pay, I will use all my strength to help you solve the problem. Of course, you can rest assured that I never overcharge. I won't be polite about the money that should be collected, and I will never covet money that shouldn't be collected."

Doudou nodded hurriedly: "Mr. Han is well-known for his integrity, and I trust you. Besides, compared to life, what is a little bit of external wealth? It's just..."

"Just what?"

"I hope Mr. Han can keep it a secret for me. I, I don't want to make Wang Zhiwei feel embarrassed."

"No problem."

Han Jingyang readily agreed, but secretly imagined the look on Wang Zhiwei's face after learning this news.

It must be very interesting.

Wang Zhiwei has always been quite cocky, relying on his money. Although he is not a bad person and does things quite thoughtfully, he more or less has a style of letting money lead the way.

In the end, it turns out that the little mistress he is keeping is a super rich woman. That feeling, it will be enough to make Wang Zhiwei uncomfortable for several days.

Liu Jing led Doudou away.

Half an hour later, Wang Zhiwei returned to Jiguang Zhai.

As soon as he entered the door, he asked: "Brother, what do you want to talk to me about? Is it related to Doudou?"

Han Jingyang shook his head, walked to the corner of the wall, and pulled off the red cloth covering the oil painting: "Do you recognize this woman?"

Wang Zhiwei stared at the woman in the portrait for a long time, hesitated for a moment: "She looks a bit like Doudou."

"Looking at you, is this your first time seeing this painting?"

"Yes, first time seeing it. But this woman gives me a very familiar feeling. She looks a bit like Doudou, but much more mature than Doudou."

Han Jingyang nodded slightly, opened his phone, and placed the photos of the women Doudou had investigated in front of Wang Zhiwei: "Do you recognize them?"

Wang Zhiwei looked at them one by one, shaking his head again and again: "I don't recognize any of them. But these women are all quite beautiful. Although they have a strong sense of the era, you can tell they are all that type of gentle, slightly cute, girl-next-door beauty."

Han Jingyang raised his eyebrows and observed carefully.

It really is.

The facial features and temperament of these women are indeed quite similar: gentle temperament, full faces, and relatively plump figures. None of them are the kind of very thin, slender, pointed-chin beauties; they are all uniformly egg-shaped faces.

Egg-shaped faces, almond eyes, with a bit of baby fat.

Including Doudou, it's the same.

Others could be said to be special requirements, but in terms of appearance, it is definitely the killer's own preference.

Perhaps, this is a breakthrough?

But this breakthrough is too small.

Trying to find the killer through such an insignificant clue is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

Han Jingyang sighed and pointed to the oil painting again: "Wang Zhiwei, you touch that painting."

Wang Zhiwei looked at Han Jingyang and then at the oil painting suspiciously: "What for?"

"Just touch it if I tell you to. Would I harm you?"

"No danger?"

"With me here, even if you died, I could bring you back."

Wang Zhiwei thought it made sense, so he slowly reached out to touch the oil painting. His fingertips touched it and quickly retracted. Seeing there was no abnormal reaction, he mustered up the courage to touch it. From the frame to the mirror surface, everything was normal.

He even held it in his hands and studied it carefully for two minutes.

After putting down the oil painting, he asked suspiciously: "Brother, what is the secret of this painting? Is its origin very significant?"

Han Jingyang asked back: "Have you really never seen it?"

"Yes, first time seeing it."

"No, you must have seen it more than once."

"Impossible."

"You saw it today."

"What?"

"This painting has been hanging in Doudou's bedroom."

Wang Zhiwei froze for a moment. His sparse hair suddenly stood on end, the hair on his body also stood up instantly, his whole body trembled, and his eyes were full of fear.