Son, “Mom” Will Back You

A little while later, Luo Xiu looked up and asked, "You got anything on Zheng Haolei?"

The man smiled bitterly, "There's not much to say about Zheng Haolei. He is a ruthless player Second Generation Rich. His ability in management is alright but the same could not be said about his personality. Benefits always come first and he never make an effort to hide his nasty deeds. He is pretty true to himself from a certain perspective."

The man paused after what he had said last. He nervously looked up at the man sitting in the chair by the window and worried that he would be displeased by the "true to himself" comment.

Luckily, the man seemed not to have noticed that comment at all.

The man let out a sign of relief and felt that his cellphone was vibrating.

He pulled his phone out and was about to hang up when he saw the number. He looked up and said, "This is a call from my information that I have planted in Dingke Media. There might be new develop. Let me answer this call?"

"Mmm."

The man turned a little and picked up the phone after he had received the clearance. He hung up the phone after a couple of minutes.

The man turned with a peculiar look on him, "Mr. Luo."

"?" Luo Xiu looked over at him.

"My informant told me that Miss Gu and her two screenwriters friend walked inside of Dingke Media at approximately 9:50 AM this morning."

Luo Xiu paused and frowned. "What are they doing there?"

"It seems they are there to talk about a script."

"……"

"In addition." The man hesitated a little before carrying on carefully. "Per my information, it should have just been a minor meeting but, 10 minutes after their arrival at Dingke, Zheng Haolei took off from the Board of Director meeting and never returned."

Luo Xiu's eyes turned cold and he got up from his seat.

The man was taken aback a little, "Where are you going, Mr. Luo?"

"Dingke Media."

"Huh?"

Luo Xiu almost got to the door when he stopped and turned, "Did you drive here?"

"Huh? Yes, I did."

"What kind of a car is it?"

"…… Hah? Yeah, in our business, even if we can afford a luxurious car, we can't possibly drive around in one. I am not sure you have even heard of this brand before."

"How much would you say its worth?"

"Oh. It's probably around 100,000 or so new. But I have had it for a few years now and would probably get less than half of that on the second-hand market."

"Okay."

"?"

The series of questions baffled the man. He then saw Luo Xiu walking back, stopped in front of the table, and stretched his hand out in front of him.

"I'll rent it once and buy it from you later. I'll pay you 3x the cost of a new one."

The man, "……."

This young master from the wealthy family was not right in his head?

But he would be an idiot if he declined the opportunity to make money.

The man pulled out his car key with no hesitation. With a instant smile on him that was so kind that it almost looked like he was fawning, the man placed the key in Luo Xiu's palm with both hands.*

"I have a few more like that too. Just let me know any time if you need any more of them. Buy one get one free!"

"No, thank you."

Luo Xiu returned to his room and changed after he got the key from the man and was then accompanied downstairs by the man.

In the parking lot downstairs.

The man pulled all of his personal items out of the car and gave the young man who was able to look classy even in plain white shirt and long pants of unrecognizable brand a look of uncertainty.

After Luo Xiu had gotten into the driver's seat, the man finally couldn't help but asked, "Have you ever driven before?"

"Mmm." Luo Xiu looked over the basic functionalities of the car and inserted the car key, his head lowered as he said casually at the same time, "I've messed around with race cars for a few years overseas and had gotten my driver's license after I had returned.

"––race, race cars?"

"Yeah, what's that matter?"

"……"

Luo Xiu, from inside the car, looked up at him with his tender eyes that looked like they were smiling from behind his thin gold-rimmed frame. The man outside of the car stiffened for a few seconds, gave an awkward smiled, and said, "No, nothing. Drive safely."

"Mmmm. Organize the report and send a copy to the email address that I had provided to you."

"Oh, okay."

Ten or so seconds later, the man, still standing at the same spot, looked at the exhaust coming out of the familiar looking car that no longer belonged to him shook his head and lamented.

"Is this what they call the more tender the appearance, the wilder the person is on the insider?"

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Translator's notes:

Handing things with both hands show respect.