My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

The two walked out of the office.

Lu Yichang was also a little helpless and said: "Sulan, are you worried? Yang Feng is probably just joking."

"What do you know? I just found out two days ago that Team Leader Murong has moved to Yang Feng's place. Then what if they really blow the pillow wind? You don't want me to go to Africa and then be separated from you, right? "

Jiang Sulan is very gossipy.

But when she saw Lu Yichang's disapproving expression, she suddenly realized something and said in surprise: "Wait a minute, are you just expecting me to be transferred to Africa and fall in love with some girl?!"

"Ah?! I didn't say anything."

"But I feel like you said everything!"

"Sigh~"

Lu Yichang took a breath.

Wasn't he just discussing Yang Feng? Why is this woman's thinking so fast that she suddenly gets angry at herself?

Jiang Sulan stared at Lu Yichang with increasingly unkind eyes.

Fortunately, Murong Wan came back from the meeting at this time.

When she saw the two of them arguing at the door of her office, she asked a little strangely: "What are you two doing?"

"No...nothing, Yang Feng said he was waiting for you inside."

Jiang Sulan quickly became serious.

Murong Wan ignored the fight between the two. After walking into the office, she found Yang Feng rummaging through his cabinet.

"What are you looking for?"

Murong Wan's voice came slowly.

Yang Feng didn't feel like he was caught. Instead, he continued to search: "You said, why don't you put tea in your office?"

"There's tea, in the jar next to the folder."

"what?"

Yang Feng looked around and finally saw an iron can next to a shelf.

"I didn't expect that you, the leader of the intelligence team, live such a simple life, and you still drink loose tea like this."

Yang Feng sighed.

Murong's expression was a little cunning as he said, "Even if your life is better now, you can't forget the style of hard work."

"Hey, okay, let me try your loose tea."

"It should be pretty good, but I didn't dry it very dry, so I guess it still has a little moisture."

While Murong Wan was talking to Yang Feng, she sat down and sorted the documents.

Yang Feng didn't care and took the tea can.

But just when he was about to open it, he suddenly realized something.

"Wait! What did you just say? Is this the tea you dried?"

Yang Feng's expression suddenly changed.

Murong Wan smiled and said, "That's right."

"Could it be..."

Yang Feng opened the tea can nervously.

There was indeed a strange fragrance inside.

And this familiar scent...

"Damn! You stole my tea!"

Yang Feng finally understood. Isn't this tea the same as the two tea trees he planted in his yard?

No wonder I have found that the tea tree is always a little bare in the past two days. I bet the culprit is here.

Murong Wan was helpless and said: "You have been out for so long, and I helped you protect Lin Xue and Zhao Zhuwei. It is reasonable for me to charge you a little protection fee."

"Hey~ That won't make both trees bare. How many did you pick? You won't give them away, right?"

"Then of course I can't do that kind of thing like borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha."

Murong Wan's measured answer made Yang Feng breathe a sigh of relief.

But then, Murong Wan said: "It's just that I dried some tea leaves before, but Zhuwei thought the tea leaves were very fragrant, so she threw half a catty into it and boiled tea eggs. I can only do it later..."

“Boiled tea eggs!!!”

Yang Feng's tone instantly increased several degrees.

Even people outside the office seemed to hear the howling inside.

I started to wonder if there was some kind of domestic violence scene.

Murong Wan looked helpless and said, "Don't be so loud, others will think I'm killing a pig."

"No, you..."

"Stop worrying about this little tea and tell me what you want to see me for."

Murong Wan interrupted Yang Feng.

When Yang Feng talked about this, his expression recovered a bit.

Thinking that he had something to ask her, he coughed dryly and began to speak seriously: "By the way, I heard that your investigation bureau has a very large intelligence library, right?"

"Of course."

"Then can I take a look at your intelligence database? It's the information about the 'hidden' organization."

Yang Feng went straight to the point.

But after Murong Wan heard this, she stopped packing the documents in her hands, and her expression showed a bit of embarrassment.

"This... I'm afraid it won't work."

Murong Wan's apologetic expression.

Yang Feng originally thought it was a trivial matter, but when he heard Murong Wan's answer, he became a little depressed and said, "But didn't you say before that I could see your information database?"

"We will be having a meeting later. You should know that the reason why the heels were stolen was because of the mole, right?"

Murong Wan asked.

Yang Feng nodded and asked strangely: "But what does this have to do with my need to read the information?"

"Of course it does matter. Because of this matter, we have had several meetings now. Just like when I had the meeting just now, I specifically emphasized this matter."

Murong Wan sighed and said with great pity: "Director Jiang just said at the meeting that the information in the intelligence database must be protected, and no traitors must be allowed to have the opportunity to access the materials inside. So now we need to have multiple layers of approval to avoid The heel thing happened again.”

"Are you trying to fool me?"

Yang Feng had a suspicious expression.

Murong Wan shrugged and said, "Why am I fooling you? These are the minutes of the meeting just now. You can read it yourself."

She threw the document to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng looked at what was written on it and found that it actually existed.

"That means I really can't watch it?"

Yang Feng's face was full of disappointment.

Murong Wan put her white fingers against her lips and said, "You came at the wrong time. If you had come yesterday, you would have been able to see it, but there is no way. We just had a meeting, so... you are not very lucky."

"Then why don't you take a look and tell me?"

"This is against the regulations, and the risk is too high. What if I'm treated as a mole later?"

Murong Wan immediately refused.

Yang Feng was completely depressed.

If I had known that I should have come here overnight yesterday, maybe I could still make the last minute.

Murong Wan looked at the depressed look. After thinking about it, she said kindly: "By the way, it's not completely impossible."

"any solution?"

Yang Feng immediately looked at Murong Wan in surprise.

Murong Wan smiled and said: "Actually, it's very simple. I know that person from Bureau Jiang. He has a thin face and has to pay back all the favors he owes on the spot."

"so what?"

"So you have to find a way to make him owe you a favor."

Murong Wan said.

Yang Feng sounded a little strange and said, "Then how do I make him owe me a favor?"

"Well, let me help you think about it..."

Murong Wan pretended to be thoughtful.