Chapter 2408 Those who don't know gratitude are not worth associating with.

Chapter 2408

"It seems you don't appreciate it at all. I have no shame in associating with someone who is so ungrateful and doesn't know how to appreciate kindness."

After saying that, he put the teacup aside and turned to the waiter, saying:

"I've reserved this table. Please move this guest to another table."

The middle-aged man's brows furrowed even more, clearly indicating that he was in a very bad mood.

He asked somewhat angrily, "How can you be so stingy? All I said was that you're a gigolo."

"Since you believe you are not, or you are indeed not, why don't you refute me?"

Hai Jing raised an eyebrow and said, "If you get bitten by a mad dog, would you want to bite it back?"

Hai Jing had some suspicions beforehand, thinking that this middle-aged man was likely related to the Qiao family.

I reckon it's because Old Master Qiao doesn't think much of him, so he specially sent one of his nephews, or maybe a bodyguard, to deliberately cause trouble.

Because when they first met, he didn't miss the mockery and disdain in the other person's eyes.

His laughter was clearly malicious!

Therefore, he did not show any weakness from the beginning and took the initiative to offer to buy the other party coffee.

The point is to see how the other party responds.

I tolerated his provocations a lot, but now I realize he was wrong. This guy is sick, seriously sick.

Now, he doesn't want to spoil him anymore.

Seeing that he was getting agitated and his temper was clearly not good, the middle-aged man's eyes also turned cold.

He snorted and said, "Why are young people these days so impatient?"

Hai Jing sneered, "I don't know why you came here, but I can see that you're here specifically for me."

"I have something very important to do today, so I don't want to waste time talking to you."

After a pause, he said:

"But I think it's still necessary to remind you that I am an officer, and an officer at the regimental level or above."

“I carry a confidentiality agreement, and I also have access to some military secrets and core documents.”

"You, a complete stranger, are sitting in front of me, rambling on and on, deliberately provoking me while trying to get close to me."

"I have reason to suspect that you are a spy sent by another country and have ulterior motives towards me."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll arrest you and have you interrogated properly."

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded; he hadn't expected Hai Jing to be so resolute.

However, his pride prevented him from easily compromising.

He immediately straightened his neck and glared angrily:

"How can you talk like that, child? How am I a spy?"

"I'm just a tourist from the south."

"What does this have to do with spies? Don't talk nonsense."

Seeing that he was still sticking to her like a leech, Hai Jing immediately felt annoyed.

He pulled out his mobile phone from his backpack and dialed 110 (the police emergency number).

After the call connected, he said to the other end, "I've encountered someone who appears to be a spy. I need you to come over, arrest him, and interrogate him properly."

When Haijing said these words, she wasn't looking away from the middle-aged man opposite her, which immediately made the middle-aged man's face turn ugly.

He slammed his fist on the table in anger, stood up abruptly, and pointed a trembling finger at the sea view, saying:

"How could you do this? You're making this up out of nothing."

"You are framing me."

He didn't even bother with Haijing. After finishing the call, he put his cell phone aside and continued drinking his coffee.

His eyes scanned the crowds coming and going on the street, wondering which one might be Old Master Qiao.

The police arrived quickly. After all, Hai Jing's status was evident. Although he didn't mention his specific rank when he called the police, he implied that he was at least a regimental commander, so they had to take it seriously.

When the police arrived at the scene, they were going to take the middle-aged man back for questioning.

Seeing that he could no longer hide the truth, the middle-aged man said in a fit of anger, "You can't take me away. My surname is Qiao, and I'm from Hong Kong."

Hai Jing put down her cup, looked at him intently, and asked with a hint of suspicion and inquiry, "Didn't you say your surname wasn't Qiao?"

The middle-aged man glared at him angrily and took out his identification documents.

I have a passport and a Hong Kong ID card. When I put these two in front of me...

Only when he looked up at the seascape did he realize that the man's surname was indeed Qiao, and that he was Qiao Ya's grandfather.

Hai Jing stared wide-eyed, never expecting that the Qiao family patriarch would actually be a middle-aged man.

What's this? Rejuvenation or immortality?

The problem is, I've never heard Joa mention it!

He asked, somewhat incredulously, "How old are you this year?"

Old Master Qiao glared and said, "Don't you know my age? I'm over seventy, almost eighty."

Haijing waved his hand and said, "I know, I just want to know when you got yourself into this state."

Mr. Qiao said dejectedly, "I injured my face a while ago for some reason, and then I went abroad to have cosmetic surgery."

"When the doctor asked me what effect I wanted to achieve, I said the younger the better. I never expected that he would make me look this young."

"Iron out all the fine lines on my face and dye my hair black."

And then it turned out like this.

Speaking of this, Mr. Qiao was also very frustrated.

Although youth is a good thing, his youth is not genuine; deep down, he still has that crippled body.

The soil was even up to his neck, but he just looked much younger.

The sea view was still somewhat unbelievable, and he suspected that the old man was trying to fool him.

Moreover, there are some differences between the old man in the ID card and passport and the man in front of him.

After all, the old man on the ID card still looked like Grandpa Qiao, although upon closer inspection, there were still many similarities between their eyebrows and eyes.

But no matter how similar they are, they look like two different people!

My age is a factor.

Haijing felt he should confirm it, so he picked up his mobile phone from the table and called Yuan Xiaohua.

Yuan Xiaohua had just come out from Grandpa Qiao's place.

I had just returned to the National Security Bureau and hadn't even settled into my seat when Haijing called.

After the call connected, Hai Jing asked bluntly, "What does Old Master Qiao look like?"

Yuan Xiaohua frowned and said, "Didn't you see his photo that day?"

Hai Jing opened his mouth, unsure how to explain.

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and said helplessly, "I'm at the XXX Hotel now. You'd better come over as soon as possible."

Yuan Xiaohua looked suspicious. She had a meeting later, but it wouldn't hurt to go there now.

After thinking for a moment, she asked in confusion, "Can you tell me what happened? So I can be mentally prepared."

Haijing replied, "There's a man here who claims to be Mr. Yuan, but his age doesn't match up at all. I'm a bit confused."

"You should come and take a look. This is a big deal; I can't handle it."