Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Bo Jian nodded: "That's for sure. The question is, who should I send to do this?"

Qin Lang happened to speak at this moment: "My son..."

Wei Shulang interrupted him: "Mr. Qin said that Mr. Qin is not suitable! I heard that he has begun to take over the affairs at home during this period, but his method of handling things is still immature after all. He will take Zhou Xuxing back to China The matter is extraordinary and I don’t agree with leaving it to him.”

Qin Lang raised his eyebrows and said in a bad tone: "Do you think the guard building is suitable?"

Who knew that Wei Shulang's expression remained unchanged and he said: "Who said he is suitable? His radical personality is not suitable either."

Qin Lang was speechless.

Bo Jian looked at Wei Shulang, then at Qin Lang, who had a pale face as he said goodbye, and his eyes fell on Ye Maoshan's face to observe his reaction.

"Does the old man have a suitable candidate?"

Ye Maoshan touched the blue and white tea cup with his fingertips and made no secret of his thoughts: "Yes."

Bo Jian and others all looked at him.

Ye Maoshan said calmly: "The matter of bringing Zhou Xuxing back to China is extraordinary. Privately we will definitely send diplomats to negotiate with Country M. On the surface, we also need someone to go through the legal process with them. This person who stands on the surface will Under tremendous pressure... we cannot go to people of Bo Zheng's generation. Bo Zheng has another identity in China. If they go, they will inevitably be made a fuss about by the international media. "

"What I mean is - we try to keep this matter as a private matter. At least there is no international dispute on the surface!"

Bo Jian and others looked thoughtful, and after some deliberation, they understood Ye Maoshan's good intentions.

"Who do you think is better to go?" Qin Lang asked.

Ye Maoshan didn't hide it: "Wei Lou and Qin Si are not suitable. They have too strong family backgrounds. The person we are leading the legal team to negotiate with the FBI should be the 'Zhou family' who come forward to find them people.”

"...How is Qiao Nian?"

Qin Lang was stunned for a moment: "Qiao Nian?"

Wei Shulang still remembered the girls he had been in contact with when Mr. Wei passed away, and almost immediately nodded in agreement: "What she said, I think there is no problem."

Bo Jian also said: "The person is suitable and the identity is suitable."

On the surface, Qiao Nianming is just a student of Tsinghua University, an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, and a closed disciple of Huang Lao... These identities are more academic, and it is difficult for the international media to make an issue.

Ye Maoshan had already decided that calling them here was just to tell them.

"Then Qiao Nian."

*

Three days later.

The girl embarked on a trip to fly to M country.

Because her entire trip this time involved exposure, Qiao Nian did not use any authority and went to the airport honestly and waited to board the plane.

The flight is at 10:20.

She arrived at the airport at half past eight.

Gu San sent her outside the airport and said, "Miss Qiao, do you want me to accompany you through the security check? Those luggage..."

Qiao Nian was so sleepy that she took a nap. When she heard what he said, she looked outside and saw the reporter wandering around. She turned her wrist and pulled down her peaked cap to cover the depression under her eyes. She opened the car door and said to the people in the car: "Don't Get out of the car and I’ll get it myself.”

Gu San watched her get out of the car, walked to the trunk, took out her shoulder bag and threw it casually on her shoulder, her whole body exuding the sleepiness of someone who hadn't woken up.

The aura around him is very strong.

Looks pretty hard to mess with.

Qiao Nian is a very special being. Like Ye Wangchuan, he has always been the focus of the crowd.

Even if they dress low-key enough, they can't hide their different auras. Rouge burns bones, evil ghosts burn the city, and Qing Lingling wears a proud look, putting her hands in her pockets to distinguish herself from the people around her.