Himemoto's interpretation

On the way back, the detective kept a straight face and said nothing all the way. Xingqi felt that the new mobile phone was a hot potato, and she couldn't put it anywhere.

Fortunately, the road is not long, so turn three times and two times to Lane 232, Tongshan Road.

"Go down and move things."

The intern assistant obediently assumed the duties of the porter, but Xia Libai still felt impetuous, looking at the rabbit as a stick with nowhere to attack and nowhere to bite.She rarely lets her emotions fluctuate for too long, and when the bad mood passes, there is even a hint of novelty of meeting her opponent.

Xingqi lowered her eyebrows and went to the trunk, carried the good things on her shoulders and carried them into the hall.

At this time, Xia Libai also sorted out his emotions, and asked calmly: "Really don't want it?"

"The compensation should be equivalent. If it exceeds a certain level, it's extortion. What's more, this time it's a natural disaster... Human negligence is not your fault." Because of the detective's gentle attitude, Xingqi plucked up the courage to elaborate, "No Because you are a good person, I can accept what does not belong to me with peace of mind."

If it were someone else, Xia Libai would think it was ignorance.

However, the rabbit didn't take advantage of it, and it was very sincere to sell it.

So she said: "I see. There is a wholesale market nearby. You go to fill up the things tomorrow, and then give me a list of the parts that need subsidies."

Xingqi frowned and smiled happily, "Okay."

Then he glanced at the study room, "Then... can I get off work?"

At that very moment, Xia Li Baiwu recalled it - she knew that the rabbit's head had been opened, so she unconsciously felt a little pity for the rabbit.However, this person is a submissive personality trained the day after tomorrow. If he is tough on her, she will obey everything.But if she treats her well, she will be awkward instead, insisting on stepping back ten times the goodness of others, and doesn't know how to climb up smoothly.

Naturally soft and good-tempered, but acquired with a broken bone.

If she was firmer, whether it was compensation or gifts, they should all be issued as orders, and she might accept them unconditionally.

Xia Libai pondered for a moment, put his thoughts into practice, and pretended to be serious: "Sleeping in the study tonight, I have a task."

Xingqi nodded reflexively and said "yes".

After speaking, he was startled, and thought to himself: I was just wandering around the shopping mall, and now I have a sudden mission.

She rubbed the back of her head and asked anxiously, "What do you want me to do?"

"Do you think it's really convenient for you to find a new residence by connecting you with the client?" The experiment proved that the speculation was correct, Xia Libai was in a good mood, and assigned the task casually, "Lu Mengning has something to hide, think about how to do it with her Good relationship."

Xingqi lowered her head and pondered for a while, then felt blessed in her heart: "So you sang bad faces today and asked me to sing bad faces?"

When he looked up, the detective had no idea where he had gone.

I spent a night in the study room of the studio -- it's not appropriate to say that the study room is fully heated, and the folding bed is unexpectedly soft and hard, which is much more comfortable than the wooden bed she slept on for nearly a year.

At four o'clock the next day, without using the alarm clock, Xingqi woke up refreshed listening to the crowing of the cock, went to the kitchen to get corn kernels and climbed upstairs to feed the chicken. Before the detective woke up, she placed a bunch of orders on Taobao. When it was business hours, she reported and went to the wholesale market to look for recent necessities.

Back at the studio, Xingqi calculated by hand with a calculator for a long time before she got half of the receipts together.

"This is the part I think you should pay, accept Alipay transfer."

"Take away this pile of waste paper." Xia Libai didn't bother to raise his eyelids, "Give me the total."

After solving personal trivial matters, Xingqi devoted himself to work actively, sent a friend request to Lu Mengning, and then kept staring at the phone waiting for the other party to reply.

Lu Mengning quickly accepted the friend verification, and took the initiative to send a smiling face: [Xingqi, good morning. ]

Xingqi and Lu Mengning frankly said that they are intern employees who just joined the company and they don't know anything. Please forgive me for any offense that day.

Lu Mengning in turn comforted her to do a good job.

After chatting for a while, I thought the time was almost up. Xingqi mentioned the matter of renting a house, and Lu Mengning agreed immediately. However, he was busy with work and couldn't spare time to renovate the cat house on weekdays. The earliest would be the weekend.

Lu Mengning is quite good at talking, and her scale is well grasped. She doesn't make people feel overly enthusiastic, and she cares more or less like a big sister of Xingqi inadvertently. It seems that she has put the detective relationship behind her and thinks that Xingqi It is a new acquaintance who can make friends.

When Xia Libai noticed that the assistant had been playing with the mobile phone for a long time, the chat history of the two had nearly twenty pages. Taking a look, Xingqi said one sister, and the other said Kiki, like glue and honey.

"Okay, don't delay people's work." Xia Libai returned the phone to Xingqi, "Is your boss me or your sister Lu? Get to work quickly."

But I thought in my heart: quite friendly.

"Boss, what am I going to do?" Xingqi hurriedly put the phone in her pocket, and asked tremblingly, "Fire lunch?"

The detective said bluntly: "No, you don't cook well."

"..."

Xingqi tightened her mouth and did not speak.

When the detective went out and brought home a home-cooked lunch for two, Xingqi only tasted a chopstick before she was convinced.

"The most important thing is to feed the chickens." After the meal, the detective asked what kind of work the assistant needs to do, "Others... Focus on news hotspots, document classification, video editing, data processing, and return visits after sales."

"After sales?"

"Some people have the kind of physique that is particularly prone to trouble. Once there will be a second time. If the relationship is well maintained, you don't have to worry about the source of customers."

When it comes to after-sales service and customer sources, Xingqi can't help but feel a strong sense of disobedience, as if it doesn't fit well with the image of a detective and the meaning of this professional representative.

"We belong to the service industry." Seeing the assistant's disapproval, the detective emphasized again, "and the after-sales service is ready, and there are many additional benefits. For example, the lunch I just gave you tastes good, right?"

Xingqi couldn't keep up with her train of thought, so she nodded blankly.

"Make a good follow-up visit, and you can pick it up next time." The detective left her with a meaningful smile and a pile of dishes to be washed, and went upstairs.

No matter how slow Xing Qi was, she also realized that although it was only a short night, the detective seemed to have turned on some mechanism and switched some modes, making her whole person more and more unpredictable.

Talking about doing a good after-sales return visit, the former client that the detective threw to her taught her the use of video editing and various tracking software, and assigned a bunch of homework every day to complete within a specified time.

Another example is that the detective keeps saying that he is a practitioner in the service industry, but he doesn't care about the client's current situation at all.

In the blink of an eye, on the fourth day, that is, on Thursday, Lu Mengning's call reached Xingqi's mobile phone.

"There is medicine in the milk." She said in a panic, "Has your detective not expressed anything these days? Someone poisoned me."

That day, the detective reminded me to pay attention to other things besides bento. Lu Mengning was careful and checked the six bottles of dairy products stored in the refrigerator, and found that she had a vague impression of three of them, and it didn't look like she bought them herself.

I entrusted colleagues from the company's laboratory department to check, and the results showed that one of the bottles contained unknown ingredients, and further tests confirmed that it was undoubtedly sleeping pills.

Listening to Xingqi's report of the client's latest information, the detective looked at the book and lazily replied, "Let her call the police."

Xingqi complained: But they paid you to investigate.

Seeing the detective book being read so seriously, he couldn't help stretching his neck to look at the header.

The words are too small to read clearly.

Feeling the assistant's fiery gaze, Xia Libai closed the book with a "snap" and put it on the table, Tao Qian's "Postscript of Searching Gods".

"If you throw poison at home and don't call the police to find a detective, what do you need the police for?"

Xingqi was embarrassed to say such irresponsible words on the phone, so she used the rhetorical ability of the Chinese department students to write a message to tactfully suggest that Lu Mengning call the police.

The other party understood it, and replied with a series of expressions of [embarrassed] and [profusely sweating], but she didn't make things difficult for Xingqi, and instead sent a message to the detective.

Xia Libai tapped her cell phone whether or not, and wrote [Have you changed the door lock] for several minutes, and finally, with a certain joy of victory, she slowly asked: "Do you still think it's the snail girl?"

Xingqi: "..."

What's wrong with this detective? !