Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

She didn't turn off the computer.

Qiao Nian used the account sent by the thin waist control to check the other party's background, and it didn't take long to successfully decipher the other party's computer IP.

Soon found the other party's current address.

What a coincidence.

The other party's IP address is only 1699 meters away from her.

Qiao Nian supported her hands and looked at the distance column displayed on the computer screen. She was speechless for a long time, picked up the phone that had just been put down, and called again.

"Hello, boss." The thin waist control had just counted the money in his account. He was in a good mood. His voice revealed excitement when he called. He was not curious about why Qiao Nian called him again.

Qiao Nian said concisely: "Ask him why he checked me."

"Who?"

The thin waist control reacted.

"Ah, you mean that person."

He and that person were just online friends, so he betrayed her without any psychological burden: "Okay, no problem, I'll ask him right away."

Qiao Nian tapped the table with her slender fingers, lowered her eyes and thought: "If they want to ask about the post, tell them that I opened another black market account."

"Hmm?"

Qiao Nian continued: "If they want to ask you for my other account, you can charge them another sum of money. Just ask for eight or nine digits... not too much."

"..."Eight or nine digits = not too much? ? ? The thin waist control once suspected that there was something wrong with his currency measurement unit.

But thinking about the countless zeros in the account of this big guy, as well as minerals, real estate, and arsenals...he felt that eight or nine digits were not too much.

"How much do I want?"

Qiao Nian pondered the money that Bethia could take out, hissed, and said regretfully: "Ask for eight digits."

"Okay." The thin waist control stood on her side, "Then what is your current account called?" He always had to tell the account after taking the money.

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows, her face showed a hint of interest, and she lowered her voice to tell him her ID.

After remembering it, the thin waist control didn't think too much and hung up the phone to do business.

...

The next day.

The chemist still didn't go to the institute.

Bessia was surrounded by a low-pressure storm. Her face smelled bad from the moment she entered the door, and she still couldn't achieve the 95% purity she wanted after completing three experiments today...

Bessia's face was extremely bad!

She took off the radiation-proof gloves on her hands and threw them into the trash can without making a sound, and then opened the cabinet and took off her coat. The laboratory only heard her opening and closing the cabinet door, making a creaking sound, and no one dared to disturb her.

Until the black man who was late today came in excitedly, passed the other people in the laboratory and went straight to Bessia, and put his phone forward.

"Captain, he replied."

"He said he found it!"

The tail of Bessia's golden hair drew a neat arc in the air, and she strode over and took the phone from the black man.

"Where?"

"Look."

The black man pointed to the screen of his phone: "Is the post you mentioned this? He also found a screenshot of the previous post. If it is this, then he has found the person you mentioned."

Besia enlarged the picture without him saying anything. A stone fell into her heart and splashed up a storm, washing away her depression during this period.

She turned the page almost excitedly.

She found that the man said that the person she was looking for had changed his ID. If they still wanted to find the other party's new account, it would be considered a new commission, and the new commission would be charged separately.

Besia returned the phone to the black man with a gloomy face and asked him how much he spent this time.

Hearing the black man say that he spent 1 million US dollars.