After seeing Ning Hao off, Hua Yan went directly into space. She needs to raise her level quickly; otherwise, with high school busywork, transforming at ten o’clock would be the biggest bug.
Therefore, during the three-day holiday, Hua Yan gritted her teeth and, despite serious injuries, successfully broke through the Level 20 barrier.
After the task was completed, she healed in the secret realm, recovering seven or eight points before she could leave space.
Picking up her phone, it was three o’clock in the afternoon on May 3rd. Ning Hao hadn’t returned yet, and there were twenty missed calls on the other phone.
She knew instantly who was calling and hurriedly dialed back. The person on the other side answered quickly.
"Thank goodness you called back. We thought you were ditching this line. We have pretty much found what you wanted. When shall we meet?"
"No need to meet. Just send it to the Haidian District post office at some street in some lane; I’ll pick it up. As for the balance, I’ll transfer it to you shortly. If your information is valuable, we might collaborate again in the future. If not, consider it a paid lesson." As she spoke, she was about to hang up.
The person on the other end got anxious: "Wait, I haven’t finished speaking. Why are you in such a hurry, woman? Can you hear me out?"
Hua Yan remained silent. The other party breathed a sigh of relief: "You asked me to investigate that woman’s family—it’s true they thrived because of her. However, it’s limited to having her as a cash cow. Their son and parents are a piece of work. They raised a wastrel son who relies entirely on the daughter. The trio does nothing in the village, yet they own a house worth hundreds of thousands and live in a multi-million villa in the city, driving luxury cars and womanizing everywhere. It’s said that there are numerous women who’ve confronted them. If it weren’t for their wealth, they’d be locked up by now."
"Moreover, I found out that the woman made the man drive his ex-wife to suicide. She’s in prison now. The funniest part is, the child isn’t even the man’s. I also found the woman’s lover—she’s living in the man’s villa, keeping a toy boy, and is at odds with the man’s family. All in all, a typical shameless type."
On this side, Hua Yan raised an eyebrow at the words, realizing the man had some tricks up his sleeve. Everything matched what she knew from the original owner’s memory. With evidence now, it justifies the money spent.
"I want this woman’s spending details, the money sent to her family, the maintenance for her lover, and all corresponding evidence. Is it included in what you’ve provided?"
"What I’ve offered are only visible proofs. As for real financial transaction records, it would require more time and connections to sort out, including all childbirth details, that man’s background, and correspondence logs. As long as the money’s right, all can be found. Are you interested?"
"How much?"
Over there, the man deliberated before speaking: "Five thousand upfront, balance currently uncertain. But rest assured, I do regular business, won’t charge sky-high prices, nor exploit with floor prices. It won’t exceed one hundred thousand."
With both max and min prices pegged, thinking of those stars spending millions buying things from paparazzi, these private investigators’ prices aren’t too high.
At least, this hundred thousand is an affordable rate for her.
Thinking of this, she nodded, "Alright, I trust you. I’ll transfer the five thousand and five thousand upfront; send me the info you have."
"Ha ha, no need for the five thousand; consider it me befriending you. Just send the remaining fifty thousand straight over, and text me your address. I’ll ship it right away."
With that, the call was decisively ended. Hua Yan, without hesitation, logged online and, using a virtual account, transferred fifty thousand to him.
Soon, a text came in: "Money received. Response will be sent shortly."
Hua Yan looked at the text and snorted.
"Looks like it can be gathered before Hua Guoqiang is released from prison. Thankfully, the woman isn’t a big shot, glad the person still has some professional ethics."
If the opposite party took this to blackmail the woman for money, it might exceed one hundred thousand. But for now, it seems they haven’t considered this or may disdain doing it. Regardless of which reason, her move to pay for information was a necessity.