Chapter 8 Section VIII

The three sat down gently. They had seen him thousands of times on TV and in newspapers and magazines. The middle-aged man was bald on the top of his head, with protruding ears, his expression was always awkward, he was a little restless, and he was habitually playing with the left cuff button with his right hand. "Three please sit down." Jin Ping suddenly joked: "How do I address Your Excellency?" The secretary smiled and replied, "Sir." "Very well, sir, what can we do with you?" The secretary replied softly: "Sir, I would like to invite the three of you to retrieve some letters."

letter? The secretary said: "A total of seven letters, white envelopes, no stamps, addressed to Miss Amanda Jones." They looked at the gentleman. He seemed even more restless, shifting a few times on the velvet chair. Jin Ping saw that he was wearing a rose gold ring on the little finger of his left hand, with three feather patterns etched on it, which was the symbol of his identity. He spoke, stuttering a bit: "When I was young, I wrote seven letters to a lady." Ah, it turned out to be a love letter. "The wording in the letter is not very appropriate, so I want to get it back and destroy it."

Jin Ping asked: "At this moment, in whose hand is the letter?" "Original recipient." The secretary immediately presented the photo. In the first photo, the person in the photo is extremely beautiful, with blond hair like a halo on the top of an angel's head; the second photo was taken recently, and the beauty is a bit haggard, but her charm still remains. "Her name is Amanda Jones. She used to be an actress and is now retired." Jin Ping put down the photo: "Did she say she would publish the letter?" "No." The secretary shook his head.

"Did you ask for money?" "nor." "Is there a request to meet?" "None more." "So, the letter is very safe and respected, why should it be retrieved?" The two seem to have something to hide. Yulu suddenly smiled: "But sir's mother has finally decided to retire and let him inherit the family business." The secretary looked at the little girl with a slightly surprised expression on his face. Qin Cong asked, "How much time do we have?" "Three days, please take back the letter and put this envelope in."

Jin Ping raised his head: "We only know how to fetch things." The secretary was stunned, and taught her like this: "One take and one put, it's very simple." "No," Jin Ping insisted, "That's two different things." Mr. Zhao Feng'er suddenly understood: "Then, we will pay twice." Jin Ping also asked: "What's in this envelope? Will you need to get it back in the future?" Yulu felt surprised, looking at the senior sister, she has never been a wordy person. The secretary coughed. But Zhao Fenger raised his hand lightly: "This is just a check."

"Ah, then you broke her heart twice." The secretary was very nervous. But the person said: "You overestimate me, I am the one who is sad every time." Jin Ping didn't want to argue with him. He has the word "cowardly" engraved on his cheek, and he is the most pitiful second generation ancestor in the world. At this time, the secretary took out two cashier's checks, and said sarcastically, "This one is for taking the reward; that one is for giving the reward." Jin Ping smiled sweetly: "Thank you." The secretary suddenly came into contact with a pair of big eyes with a view, he was stunned, and then stepped back with his hands down.