Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 520 Tang Bo's First Job Test

Their cheeks flushed instantly, and even a simple "good morning" got stuck in their throats. They exchanged an embarrassed glance, then, like startled deer, lowered their heads and quickly slipped back to their guest room, slamming the door shut.

Ye Fan was somewhat bewildered by this sudden "avoidance." He raised his hand and scratched his half-dry hair, looking puzzled: Are these two girls still drunk from last night? Why are they acting like they've seen a ghost when they see me...?

"You're awake? Brother Ye Fan, come and sit down, breakfast is ready!"

Jiang Wanyi seemed oblivious to her best friend's embarrassment, waving sweetly at him, her clear eyes brimming with undisguised tenderness and affection, as if they could drip with honey.

Breakfast wasn't luxurious, but it was filled with the warmth and comfort of everyday life.

A plate of golden-brown, crispy fried eggs with onion slices wafting around them exudes an enticing aroma; a dish of vibrant green, refreshing, and palate-cleansing seasonal vegetables; and two bowls of perfectly cooked, thick, and sticky white porridge.

Jiang Wanyi thoughtfully placed the steaming bowl of porridge in front of him and carefully set out the chopsticks. Her gentle, considerate manner made her seem like a newlywed wife immersed in happiness.

Before leaving, Jiang Wanyi tiptoed and gently smoothed out the almost invisible tiny wrinkles on Ye Fan's coat with her slender fingers.

Her fingertips lingered for a moment at the crisp collar of his shirt, then she tilted her head slightly, her voice soft and gentle, carrying a hint of barely perceptible anticipation:

"Ye Fan... Our school has a very important arts festival this Wednesday night at 8:30, and I have a solo dance performance. Could you come and watch?"

Ye Fan paused, looking down into her eyes, which were filled with starlight, brimming with both trepidation and anticipation, and casually asked, "Wednesday night at 8:30?"

"Um!"

Jiang Wanyi nodded vigorously, then, afraid of causing him trouble, quickly added, "If you're busy... or it's inconvenient for you, that's okay too, really!"

Ye Fan quickly went through the schedule in his mind.

He smiled slightly, reached out and gently stroked her pert nose, his tone resolute: "Okay, I'll definitely be there on time to support the beautiful Ms. Jiang."

"Yay! That's awesome!"

Jiang Wanyi's face instantly lit up with a smile, and she excitedly tiptoed to plant a quick, fragrant kiss on Ye Fan's cheek: "Drive carefully on the road, bye-bye!"

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Ye Fan sat in the Audi A7, a car with sleek lines and an understated yet sophisticated style. The engine emitted a deep, pleasant roar as the car smoothly merged into the morning traffic, heading straight for the Hongdou Building.

It's been a few days since I last went to the office.

Although Liu Ruyan is exceptionally capable and manages the company's internal and external affairs in an orderly manner, some decisions involving core directions and key resources ultimately require his personal approval as the helmsman.

Lazy, soothing blues jazz music filled the car. Ye Fan held the steering wheel with one hand, his gaze seemingly calm as he stared at the road ahead, but his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that peculiar guy from last night—Tang Bo.

He pondered with great interest: What method would this guy use to find the company?

Was it like a shadow that silently followed my car after the event ended last night? He glanced at the rearview mirror subconsciously; the road appeared normal.

Or did they use some connections to trace my car back to its license plate number?

However, when Ye Fan smoothly drove the A7 into the underground parking lot of the Hongdou Building and took the elevator directly to the lobby on the first floor, he realized that he had completely underestimated the methods of this "uncrowned king of the intelligence world".

The morning sunlight, around eight or nine o'clock, shines through the tall glass curtain wall, illuminating the hall brightly and transparently.

Tang Bo had changed out of his conspicuous black night clothes from last night and was now wearing an inconspicuous, even somewhat rustic, gray jacket, leisurely leaning against a smooth, load-bearing stone pillar.

He held a nearly burnt-out cigarette butt between his fingers, looking as relaxed as an ordinary office worker who had been working in the building for many years.

As Ye Fan appeared from the elevator entrance, Tang Bo looked up as if by telepathy, accurately catching his gaze. Then he grinned, revealing a smile that carried a hint of professional cunning and "settled" satisfaction, and casually stubbed out his cigarette in the nearby trash can.

A fleeting look of surprise crossed Ye Fan's eyes, which quickly turned into deeper appreciation.

They arrived even earlier than the boss, and their demeanor was so composed!

This means that the other party neither deigns to nor needs to rely on low-level methods such as tailing or simple license plate checks.

In just half a night, Tang Bo, relying on his "Dark Ghost" skills, accurately located Ye Fan's identity and base by using clues or some kind of intelligence network that Ye Fan was not yet familiar with.

Looking at the unassuming man before him, who could disappear into a crowd in an instant yet possessed such astonishing efficiency, Ye Fan's lips curled into a genuine smile, and he sighed deeply in his heart:

This guy's got real stuff! No wonder he's the "King of Dogs" in the intelligence world! That knife's sharpened pretty well!

Ye Fan was about to raise his hand to signal to Tang Bo, who was leaning against the stone pillar, when he saw Tang Bo's gaze sweep over him calmly, as if he were just glancing at a passerby.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Bo shook his head very naturally and almost imperceptibly. His figure blended into the background, and with a smooth turn, he silently slipped into the inconspicuous entrance to the fire escape stairwell at the rear of the building.

Ye Fan paused, a hint of surprise flashing through his mind: What's going on? Before he could think about it further, his phone vibrated in his pocket at just the right moment.

Upon opening the screen, a text message from Tang Bo immediately caught my eye:

[Boss, for someone doing intelligence work, your reputation is the biggest problem. Don't show your face at the company entrance, lest someone with ulterior motives remember you. The safest spot is behind the flowerbed on the north side of the building, a blind spot.]

Ye Fan smiled knowingly and amusedly, put away his phone, turned around without making a sound, and walked along the green belt on the exterior wall of the building to the quiet flower bed area on the north side that was partially surrounded by tall shrubs.

Sure enough, Tang Bo was squatting on the edge of the flower bed with his back to the building, casually twirling a withered leaf in his hand, his posture as relaxed as a bored passerby waiting for the bus.

"Tsk, Brother Tang."

Ye Fan approached, his voice filled with undisguised admiration: "This professionalism, this counter-surveillance awareness, is almost overflowing the screen."

Upon hearing the sound, Tang Bo loosened his grip, and the withered leaves drifted down.

He deftly brushed the dust off his hands, stood up, and turned to face Ye Fan. His eyes instantly switched, shedding their pretense and revealing only professional competence and sharpness.

"Boss, are you satisfied? I wonder if this 'onboarding quiz' answer sheet meets your standards?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied."

Ye Fan put away his joke and his expression became serious: "This kind of efficiency truly lives up to your self-proclaimed title of 'the uncrowned king of the intelligence world'."