"The company's accountant just checked and transferred 300 million yuan of funds from HSBC Bank in Hong Kong." Ouyang Rujing called Wang Chao.

"I understand, I'll let someone go immediately." Wang Chao said.

"Is the kid okay?" Ouyang Rujing asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I'm serving the emperor, for fear of something happening." Wang Chao said, and then hung up the phone.

Roseli Community.

Liu Qiaoya's eyes were swollen from crying. She suddenly heard something moving in the villa's door, so she immediately ran out and found that her son Xu Bin was standing outside with her schoolbag on her back.

"Xiaobin!" The next second, she immediately hugged her son in her arms and checked her whole body: "Xiaobin, are you okay?"

"fine!"

"Where did you go this day and night? Do you know how worried your mother is? You..." Liu Qiaoya kept asking.

"I was taken to a room by two uncles, and then they took me to play games and then sent me back."

"Do you still remember what they look like? Let's go and find the police to catch them." Liu Qiaoya asked.

Xu Bin shook his head and said, "They are all wearing masks."

...

In the distance, Han Ping put away his telescope and called Wang Chao: "Brother Chao, I've sent him back."

"Well, thank you for your hard work with Lu Da." Wang Chao said.

The successful solution to Xu Shixin's affairs made Wang Chao more concerned about the underground intelligence network. For this reason, he also applied for 10 million yuan of funds from Ouyang Rujing and continued to implement the strategy of spending money.

After spending ten million in, not only the gangsters in the city became his eyewitness, but even the gangsters in the suburbs were jealous, and all kinds of mixed news were sold to him.

Zhang Xiaojun has been busy these days and drove to Wang's private restaurant in a car.

"Brother Chao, this is not possible. There are thousands of messages every day, and the few subordinates around me are simply too busy. Besides, they are not specialized in doing this. We must find talents." Zhang Xiaojun said.

"Talent? What kind of talents? Are intelligence talents? Isn't this kind of talent only the country has?" Wang Chao asked with a puzzled look.

"Brother Chao, one of my younger brothers said that his cousin was admitted to the intelligence analysis major of University of Science and Technology of China the previous year." Zhang Xiaojun said.

"Information analysis, is there such a major?" Wang Chao was confused. He had never been to college in his previous life and in this life, and he had no idea about such things.

"I've spent Baidu, there's really something," said Zhang Xiaojun.

Wang Chao immediately took out his mobile phone and opened Baidu. After studying for a long time, he found that this major university was really open, but it was all 985 key universities and not many students were recruited.

"Will the pride of 985 University help us do things?" Wang Chao asked with a disconfidant look on his face.

"Brother Chao, can you make the devil push? Who knew us in Jiangcheng Road before? Now, everyone has become our eyeliner." Zhang Xiaojun said.

"If you really have the ability, money is not a problem." Wang Chao murmured to himself, then looked at Zhang Xiaojun.

"Brother Chao, I have too many things to do, and I can't get rid of myself." Zhang Xiaojun immediately waved his hand and said.

Wang Chao nodded: "You go and do it, let me think about it."

He discussed with Ouyang Rujing that night. Ouyang Rujing had some understanding of this profession, which was mainly used in commercial intelligence, after all, information is money.

The next day, the personnel manager of Chaoyang Real Estate, as well as Han Ping and Lu Da, got on the high-speed train to Jinling City.

Jinling University.

Peng Shuai sat on the stone stool of the school with a sad look on his face. He was admitted to the top ten Jinling University in the country from the Northwest. Unfortunately, he was transferred to the intelligence analysis major because of his score. Four years ago, he graduated from undergraduate studies, but unfortunately he couldn't find a good job at all. He was a top 985 student. Because of his professional problems, the other party only paid a few thousand yuan in salary, and his major was not right.

So at the teacher's advice, he applied for graduate students from our school, thinking that after graduation, he would always enter a large company, with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands.

But reality is cruel. Intelligence analysis majors say it is high-end, but not every company needs it. Only multinational companies that focus on global strategies can recruit people.

Peng Shuai has been graduating for more than half a year and is still in an endless cycle of finding jobs and sending resumes everywhere. In fact, some companies have submitted olive branches to him, but his major is not right and his salary is not high. He feels that he has no future in development, so he refuses and then there is no more.

"Can you continue to study for a doctorate?" Peng Shuai was desperate and had the idea of ​​studying for a doctorate. However, half a month ago, a call from home brought him back to reality.

He was born in a small village in the northwest. He was the first graduate student in the village. His parents were both farmers facing the loess and facing the sky. All the tuition fees for his school were the money earned by his father working outside, and his mother farmed at home to take care of his sister who was in high school.

Two months ago, Peng Shuai's father fell seriously ill. In order not to worry, the family did not say anything. Until half a month ago, his mother lent all relatives and friends, but did not lend money to treat his father. So he called him and placed all his hopes on him.

Peng Shuai didn't dare to tell his mother that he had not found a job. After putting down the phone, he began to call several small companies he had rejected before, but unfortunately the other party did not give him another chance.

In half a month, he looked much older, and his hair on his sideburns turned gray.

Chaoyang Real Estate is well-known in Jiangcheng, but it is completely unreputable in Jinling, so the human resources manager posted a recruitment advertisement at Jinling University and even contacted a teacher from Jinling University to recommend it. Still no one applied for the job, just a few inquiry phone numbers, and then there was no more.

The human resources manager stayed for three days and left. After all, he still had a lot of things to do in Jiangcheng.

Han Ping and Lu Da have been here for a week, and have gained nothing. They are sitting on the campus of Jinling University smoking: "Uncle, why is it so difficult to recruit someone? The salary we give is not low."

"There are too few students in intelligence analysis major, let's talk about it, we are a small company." Han Ping sighed.

The words of the two made Peng Shuai, who was crying beside him, so he stopped crying and looked at Han Ping and the others a few meters away: "Well, you just said you were going to recruit students in intelligence analysis?"

"Yes!" Han Ping nodded.

"Do you think I can do it?" Peng Shuai asked.

"Who are you……"

"This is my resume and my graduation certificate." Peng Shuai immediately handed over his information and master's degree certificate and began to promote himself.

Han Ping was a little confused.

Peng Shuai was very nervous.

"We are a small company in Jiangcheng, and the information we analyze is very complicated..."

"no problem."

Before Han Ping could finish his words, Peng Shuai agreed immediately.
Chapter completed!