Jiang Tingting's father was a man in his fifties, but his gray hair and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes made him look much older than his real age. He looked gaunt and depressed to the extreme, giving the impression that he had lost all hope. If there was news saying that Jiang Tingting was dead, he would probably fall to the ground.
"Do you...do you know where my daughter is? Tell me." As soon as he saw Ning Tao and Qing Zhui, Jiang Tingting's father asked directly, his voice breaking, looking pitiful.
"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang. We're here to help," Ning Tao comforted him in a soft voice. "We came here specifically to get some information."
"Who are you?" Jiang Tingting's father asked, with a little confused and wary look in his eyes.
Ning Tao replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang. I'm a private detective. I read about your daughter's disappearance and want to help you."
"Private detective?" Jiang Tingting's father
An hour later Ning Tao and Qing Zhui arrived at the Two Dimensions Bookstore, where Jiang Tingting was last seen. It was located in a remote place, mainly dealing with books and comics related to the two dimensions, as well as animation peripheral products. The bookstore was well decorated, but its business was slow. "You go in the bookstore first and I'll go in later," Ning Tao said, leaning into Qing Zhui's ear. "Try to pretend we don't know each other when I go in." "Why?" Qing Zhui asked curiously. "Jiang Fuquan said that surveillance here happened not to work the day his daughter disappeared. I have a vague idea that it is a bit too coincidental," Ning Tao explained. "We go in and pretend we don't know each other so as to make the people inside pay less attention to us. Then we can split up to look for clues. We'll talk after we get out there." Qing Zhui gave a nod and stated, "Good, shall I go in first or you go in first?
As soon as he got out of the taxi, Ning Tao saw a Brabus G500 off-road vehicle in a parking space on the side of the gate. He had been in that car twice. Its owner was Bai Jing, who was standing outside the gate. She wore a white v-neck dress that set off her long legs, slender waist and extraordinary temperament. The door behind her was made entirely of fine marble, a few meters high, looking grand as the Arc de Triomphe. Qing Zhui, who wore a long green dress, walked up to Bai Jing. She had fine and peerless features, and perfect figure—the ratio of the length of her head to her height was one to nine. She also had a cool and detached temperament. When the sisters stood together, they made a delightful sight. "Bai Jing," Qing Zhui called, her eyes holding a warm and happy look. To her, Bai Jing and Ning Tao were the most important people in the world. "Qing Zhui." Bai Jing was also all smiles. She hugged Qing Zhui in her arms
Xin Changjiang and Zhu Hongqin exchanged pleasantries with Bai Jing without hiding their joy. Especially Zhu Hongqin, she held Bai Jing's hand tightly, talking and laughing. She was extremely affectionate to Bai Jing, as if she were her daughter-in-law. It was no surprise, because all parents would love to have a daughter-in-law like Bai Jing who was stunning, sexy, charismatic and competent. At such a "young" age, she had been the CEO of a tech company, worth over a billion yuan! To marry her was to get New World Technology. "Xiaofeng, where's your father?" Xin Changjiang asked Li Xiaofeng. "My father has a very important client today," Li Xiaofeng replied. "He gave me carte blanche to talk about investing in New World Technology. So we don't have to wait for him. I'll talk about it in his place." "There will be no laggard among the children of a brave or talented man," Xin Changjiang said with a smile. "You and Zhiyu are the best men in th
Ironical remarks were heard in the Music-listening Building, and it was all about Ning Tao. Ning Tao's face was expressionless, as calm as the pond next to the building without any ripples. However, Qing Zhui's face was suddenly filled with anger. The one laughing at her demon master in front of her was courting for death. "How could you say that?" Li Xiaofeng snapped, pretending to be angry. "Doctor Ning is a miracle doctor of the present age, as well as Miss Qing Zhui's friend. Watch your mouth." His words sounded like he was on Ning Tao's side, but Ning Tao knew very well that these young people who didn't even know who he was but were making sarcastic remarks about him were at his behest. Otherwise, why did these people who were not crazy laughed at a complete stranger for no reason? Those young people from upper-class families tended to act and speak with propriety than those from ordinary families. Ning Tao
Xin Changjiang and Xin Zhiyu quickly walked up to Fan Huaying, followed by Li Xiaofeng. Those several young people in the upper class who were called by Li Xiaofeng also wanted to join in the fun, asking for an autograph to show off in the circle of friends, but they all stopped after Li Xiaofeng gave them a glare. Then the door of the helicopter's cockpit opened and a blonde stepped out. She was at least 185 centimeters tall, and she had a delicate face with clear lines. Besides, her deep blue eyes were as deep and mysterious as the sea. Instead of a pilot's flight suit, she wore a blouse and skirt that outlined her impeccable body. She had a pair of long legs with delicate and white skin and looking powerful. But her figure had one obvious flaw—her small breasts. Her breasts were so small as a man's that she didn't need to wear a bra, which she didn't seem to wear. Just like some men liked to cross the mountains, while some warriors liked
When Ning Tao approached Barnes, his two black bodyguards who looked like King Kong immediately stood in front of him. One of them raised his right arm to signal Ning Tao not to come near. But before he could speak, Barnes raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. He was signaling to his bodyguard to get out of the way. The two King Kong-like black bodyguards got out of the way. Barnes looked at Ning Tao and a strange smile appeared on his lips. "You are the doctor?" "Yes," Ning Tao replied in English. "You're in bad shape, but I should be able to cure you. So you don't have to worry, just cooperate with my treatment." "I knew this trip to Hua Country wouldn't disappoint me," Barnes said. "The moment I saw you, I knew you were something special. You're very confident, and I like confident people. But you said you could cure me but you didn't even read my checkup yet. I wonder why you have such confidence. Ca
The door of the ancestral temple was opened. It was Xin Changjiang who unlocked it. His wife Zhu Hongqin also came. Ning Tao expected to see something special on her face, but she was calm from start to finish. Qing Zhui and Bai Jing were here too, but Bai Jing's reaction was even stranger than Zhu Hongqin's. She looked at the old wooden door of the ancestral temple and Ning Tao standing beside the wooden door. The look in her eyes was very complicated. Ning Tao noticed her abnormality, but his face remained expressionless. "All right," Xin Changjiang said. "The ancestral temple's door is open now, Doctor Ning. You can take Mr. Barnes in for treatment. But I want to remind you that here are the spirit tablets of my ancestors. I hope you will respect them." "I'm not bored enough to mess with your ancestors' spirit tablets," Ning Tao said. "You needn't remind me. Now, you all go away." Xin Zhiyu smiled at him and lo
The diagnosis given by the ledger of bamboo slips was really beyond Ning Tao's expectation. He thought Barnes was not a good guy. Unexpectedly, he was a great philanthropist. Barnes donated $8 billion to set up the Peace Foundation to help refugees in war-torn areas. In addition, he adopted 32 orphans. On these two counts alone he was worthy of the title of great philanthropist. There were a lot of rich people in the world, but who gave $8 billion to set up a foundation as Barnes did? By contrast, there were lots of rich people in Hua Country, and many of them had done charity, but they were mostly for show—some people donated one million in the hope of making 10 million. There were very few people who really harbored good intentions. In addition, it was the first time he had seen that the ledger of bamboo slips gave birth dates on the Western calendar, rather than the lunar calendar. It was understandable—the west had no lunar calendar, and Barnes was wh