Chapter 9.3: Who Is It? (3)
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100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in Chapter 9.3: Who Is It? (3)

Ji Fanyin took some time to evaluate the plans she had in mind. In the end, she used her car’s Bluetooth to call Song Shiyu. “I’m done with my work now. You called me a few days ago. Were you planning to make a reservation?”

“…” Song Shiyu’s voice sounded deeper and less clear than usual. “What were you busy with? Flirting with other men?”

“I don’t think that there’s any need for me to explain my private affairs to you,” said Ji Fanyin as she reversed her car into an empty parking lot along the street. “But lest you think too much into it, I’ll answer your question. I have no interest in romance at the moment.”

Song Shiyu fell silent.

“It’s 9 o’clock,” he said. “Meet me at the bar right now.”

Ji Fanyin gave the request some thought.

Before she could use the same ‘day off’ excuse as she did the last time, Song Shiyu added, “I’ll pay you twofold.”

He’s offering a raise?

Ji Fanyin took a look at the time and replied, “Three hours.”

“What about after midnight?”

Ji Fanyin earnestly contemplated this problem and replied, “It’ll be fivefold from 12 to 3 and tenfold from 3 to 9.”

She needed ample rest, and working overtime ought to be compensated. How else would she find the motivation to work at such ungodly hours?

Her extortionist prices convinced Song Shiyu not to extend the service duration.

She grabbed her phone and said, “Send me the address. I’ll head over right now.”

“…” Song Shiyu fell silent for yet another brief moment before dropping her the name of a bar. “Find your own way over.”

Is it that difficult for you to drop me a location pin?, Ji Fanyin thought.

That being said, she still patiently looked up whatever she heard from Song Shiyu’s unclear voice. It took a few tries before she finally found the bar on her GPS. She placed her phone back onto the holder and drove out of her parking spot.

While she was making her way over, a message popped up on her phone. She shot it a glance and saw that Song Shiyu had sent the money over.

Her eyes then drifted to the rearview mirror. The PI’s rundown gray car was still t

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