A Hundred Refinements Across a Thousand Trades

“His secrets are no secrets to me, and he has no privacy from me. I’m Wu Dongni, a private detective who knows everything and sees all. Working with me is a very wise choice!”

With his reliable opening line, Wu Dongni always felt mysterious and impressive, almost too slick for his own good.

Whenever he met a client for the first time, he treated himself like a fortune-teller and confidently delivered his prepared pitch.

He couldn’t help it. He had a mild fear of social situations!

If he couldn’t introduce his services in a single sentence right away,

he would lose the courage to speak and have no idea how to keep the conversation going.

After hundreds of failed attempts, he knew all too well that if a client didn’t respond, he’d lose the case and go hungry again.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the man before him, dressed in a delivery uniform, with a magician’s headscarf hiding half his face.

He was a little surprised and confused, but above all, he looked completely unconvinced.

Wu Dongni grew more and more nervous. He really hadn’t eaten in over a day, and prayed that the client would hurry up and ask him something.

Jiang Xiaobai sighed, looked away from Wu Dongni, and turned to gaze out the window...

This made Anthony quietly breathe a sigh of relief. At least his client hadn’t walked away right off the bat! There was still hope.