The director got up and greeted with a smiling face, "Good day, Young Master!"
"Take a seat. Don't be so formal," said Bo Siming as he walked in and plopped down on the sofa, looking as relaxed as if he were in his own territory.
"This young man also has something to talk to you about. You may talk first," he added. His mind was as vicious as a venomous snake, waiting to catch someone's mistake.
Hao Zhibin offered a cigarette to the director and then to Bo Siming. Bo Siming looked at his sincere hand held in mid - air and signaled for Xiaokang to take it for him.
"Uncle, I've come here dozens of times. How could you lie about being on a business trip and avoid seeing me? If it weren't for Young Master Bo, I'd still be blocked at the door! Anyway, I'm working under Second Young Master now. I'm not an ordinary person like before. Your behavior is too much," complained Hao Zhibin.
The director's smile turned extremely ugly. What a stupid nephew! How could he not see the current situation? Mentioning the Second Young Master in front of the First Young Master was like hitting the muzzle of a gun! He didn't want to be involved in this war and make unnecessary sacrifices.
"Hey, hey. Look at what you're saying. I've been busy with official business. You've come to me so many times. Is there something urgent?"
Hao Zhibin exhaled a puff of smoke and flicked the ash into the ashtray. "You have to lend me an elite force, at least fifty people."
"Fifty? Who do you think you are, making such a big demand!" Xiaokang retorted angrily before anyone else could speak.
Bo Siming immediately frowned and scolded, "Do you have a say here? They're uncle and nephew. Who do you think you are?"
Xiaokang was rendered speechless. He pouted and stepped back to the corner.
The director wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling extremely burdened. This was more nerve - wracking than catching criminals.
"What do you need an elite force for?"
Hao Zhibin first stole a glance at Bo Siming, then pursed his lips and thought for a while. "After I tell you, you can't sell me out. I'm working under Second Young Master now. If he knows I've leaked information in advance, he'll surely punish me!"
Bo Siming became interested. "Don't worry. Just speak your mind. We can keep our mouths shut and won't easily betray you. What is Bo Jingyu up to?"
"Second Young Master plans to host a banquet on a luxury yacht at Lanshan Lake tomorrow." Hao Zhibin lowered his voice and looked around nervously, afraid of being overheard.
"A luxury yacht? What is he going to do?" the director asked curiously.
"I heard he's going to receive some distinguished guests, probably from abroad. It's also related to Zhong's Petroleum. Second Young Master is worried that there will be a high risk with a large number of people. After all, it's a secret cooperation. He asked me to request the police station to send more people over."
Bo Siming felt something was fishy and looked at him suspiciously. "Bo Jingyu has so many excellent elites around him. Why does he come to the police station to borrow people?"
Hao Zhibin slapped his thigh and got excited. "Most of Second Young Master's people are in the hospital taking care of Old Master Bo. Some are guarding the company, and some are with his fiancée's family, the Li family. There's no one left! Maybe he'll even send me into action when he's desperate."
The director and Bo Siming exchanged a look, and their communication was obvious.
"What's your name?" Bo Siming asked coldly.
"Hao Zhibin. Why... why do you suddenly ask this?"
"You stay. The rest of you go out."
Xiaokang felt extremely uneasy. "Young... Young Master, I don't think it's necessary for me to leave. I think I can participate a little." He was worried that they would join forces and leave him out.
The director scolded him sharply, "What are you volunteering for? Hurry up and go out with me. Don't spoil Young Master's mood!"
"But..."
With a bang, Xiaokang was dragged out.
The office was left with only two people, and it was extremely quiet. Hao Zhibin felt a bit scared and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
"Why did you leave me alone? What do you want to do?"
Bo Siming laughed heartily. "Don't be so formal. Just think of me as a friend."
"I'm just a rough - spoken person. How can I be friends with you, Young Master? You're really flattering me. I don't dare," he said, waving his hand humbly.
"I like the fact that you're a straightforward person. That's why I want to be friends with you and have you work under me."
As soon as he said this, Hao Zhibin was stunned. "What... what did you say?"
Bo Siming crossed his hands on his lap and smiled wickedly. "Xiaokang used to be your subordinate. You should know him better than me. He's rash, timid but ambitious, not even half as good as you. His ability to act is too poor!"
"If I had an excellent elite like Captain Hao leading my men, I'm sure we'd be invincible. Of course, before that, I'd like to apologize for my previous unreasonable behavior. Dismissing you was out of necessity. My girlfriend has a hot temper and is prone to causing trouble. You've seen her, the former Miss Shen. I dote on her very much."
Hao Zhibin looked at this changeable man in front of him and felt cold sweat on his back. "You don't need to beat around the bush. Just say it directly."
Bo Siming crossed his legs and looked imposing. "Alright, I'll be straightforward. I want the list of participants on Bo Jingyu's luxury yacht. When necessary, you have to help me, just like I helped you today. You're capable of doing this, aren't you?"
Looking into his eyes, Hao Zhibin could feel a strong sense of oppression. "You mean you want me to betray Second Young Master and leak information to you?"
"Use a different word. That word is too vulgar. It's not betrayal. It's being a spy, an excellent spy lurking beside him," said Bo Siming with a hidden knife in his smile. His intimidating aura was not to be underestimated.
Hao Zhibin nervously licked his lower lip. "I... I..."
Seeing his hesitation, Bo Siming pressed on. "Don't worry. As long as you're on my side, I can give you anything you want. To be honest, I envy Bo Jingyu. He has two capable assistants by his side, while I have to rely on myself." He sounded so pitiful, as if he were the victim.
"Can I go back and think about it?" Hao Zhibin was wavering.
"No."
Bo Siming sighed, holding his chin. "You're a rare talent. To be honest, I really need you. But if you can't work for me, I'll have to give you up reluctantly."
"I agree!" His voice trembled, clearly aware of the threat. "I agree. As long as you protect my identity and don't let Second Young Master and his men find out, I just want to stay alive."
"Deal."
Bo Siming immediately put on a smile. "Now come with me for a check - up. After that, I'll install a GPS tracker on you. It's just a normal procedure."
"...... Okay, I understand."
Xiaokang saw them coming downstairs and rushed up immediately. "Young Master..."
Bo Siming ignored him and said to the director, "Process his resignation formalities today. I'll pay the compensation for the labor contract breach."
"Young Master!" Xiaokang's worst fear had come true.