Cao Qianxiu's eyes lit up: "Bachelor, I have heard of this profession. It is said that every bachelor has extraordinary wisdom and profound knowledge. They are good at dispensing medicine and making weapons. The top scientists in the world are not as good as them."

"Very well, you are worth five dollars an hour."

Maesters are not as tall as you say, and all the maesters I know are turning screws. Zhang Yuanqing said: "I thought you would refuse straightly."

Cao Qianxiu shook her head, and said solemnly: "No, Master Lei can also have a flexible bottom line."

Zhang Yuanqing smiled and said, "You know the bottom line."

The students and Teacher Chu looked at each other and smiled, as long as Mrs. Fang's goal was achieved.

Cao Qianxiu smiled more on her face. "Well, I don't know your spiritual ID yet."

"Tiantian Cult Master!"

"The main name of Master Tongtian seems a bit familiar." Cao Qianxiu said, "Judge Cao, my spiritual realm ID.";

She is a native of the Free Federation. Although she has learned Chinese since she was a child, she is not very familiar with the culture of her home country.

"Judge?" Zhang Yuanqing examined the girl.

Cao Qianxiu said with a serious expression: "My childhood dream was to become a judge just like my father."

"Didn't your father run a restaurant?" Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback.

Cao Qianxiu glanced at him, "My dad's dream is also to become a judge."

Zhang Yuanqing was speechless.

At 8:30 in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing and Annie took a taxi to a well-known restaurant in Queens District. With the help of the waiter, the two of them entered the private room reserved by the employer after the disguise.

The private room is not big, but the privacy is very good. Sitting at the small round table is an old man with frosty sideburns. He is wearing a well-made suit, with a thick waist and a round face.

His eyes are calm and his manner is extraordinary. Judging from his clothes and the watch on his hand, he is a very successful man. Behind the old man stood two bodyguards in black.

His eyes turned around the two people who entered the private room, and when he saw Annie, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he showed disappointment again.

Annie's appearance is mediocre and her skin is rough.

The old white man asked in a low voice: "Which of you is the leader of the Tongtian sect?" Zhang Yuanqing didn't answer, but pulled the Zhanju chair and sat down. This action explained everything.

The old white man nodded slightly, turned to Zhang Yuanqing with light gray eyes, and said, "The content of my mission is not suitable for public disclosure, so I can only invite you to come over, and I can reimburse the expenses."

"Compared to a business of two million yuan, the toll is just an insignificant matter." Zhang Yuanqing spoke a foreign language with bare feet.

As long as the other party doesn't make a long speech, he is fine for simple communication.

The old white man said in a deep voice, "I want to hire you to kill someone." He took out a photo from his pocket and put it on the table.

Zhang Yuanqing took a look, the man in the photo. The person has a dark complexion, thick lips, a bald head, a thin face, tattoos on his arms, and a fierce look in his eyes.

"I need more information." He looked at the old white man.

When the old white man took out this photo, Zhang Yuanqing felt that the other party was full of hatred, deep-seated hatred.

The old white man called himself Kevin, and he ran a small shipping company, and the business was doing well.

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