C22 Most Professional Services

Xing Mowei drove the car to the side of the road in a flustered and exasperated manner.

Did he feel wronged marrying her with his status and wealth?

She wanted to go with him for a fake certificate. Was he that annoying to her?

So many women were eager to get close to him, attached to him, and even wanted to climb onto his bed. He didn't even look at them, but this little woman seemed to be completely oblivious to his goodwill.

He took out his phone and dialed Hao's number:

"Hao, help me do something …"

After hanging up, his eyes revealed a hint of provocative redness. He extended his hand to start the car and went home.

Mi Qiao shook her head and sang, "I'm rich, rich, I can take a taxi whenever I want to. I can take a taxi whenever I want to …

A black private car stopped beside her.

"Miss Mi, right? I'm on your private car."

Mi Qiao bit her lips as she nodded in satisfaction before opening the car door and getting in.

According to the address on the ad, Mi Qiao soon found the location where the fake evidence was.

In the innermost part of a deep alley, Mi Qiao looked at the number of the house: 158 Westley Lane.

That's right, this was the place.

Mi Qiao knocked on the door but there was no response. Mi Qiao was still wondering why there was no one around even though she had called ahead of time.

She gathered her courage and pushed open the door to the courtyard. After entering, she shouted towards the inside:

"Is there anyone here?"

After a long time, a burly man dressed in a black suit and black sunglasses emerged from the house. Mi Qiao was shocked by this and turned around to leave.

"Are you Miss Mi?"

Hearing the other party call her name, Mi Qiao was sure that he was the one she was looking for.

She steadied her mind, turned around, and vigilantly asked:

"Do you have a forgery here?"

He took off his sunglasses, nodded at Mi Qiao, and corrected her,

"What we do here is not a fake certificate. What we do is a professional certificate.

I wonder what kind of ID card Miss Mi would like to buy? "

Mi Qiao could not help but snort coldly in her heart. Wasn't it just a forgery? And he said it so nicely.

"Do you need a marriage certificate?"

"Sure."

As he spoke, the man extended his hand to invite Mi Qiao into the room.

"I want that one that's so real it's almost impossible to tell."

The other party chuckled and said:

"Definitely so professional that no one will be able to tell."

"It's good that you can do it."

Mi Qiao heaved a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to take out the photos she needed, she heard noisy footsteps outside the door.

The man with the fake ID looked out of the window vigilantly and immediately became flustered.

He turned his head and shot an angry glance at Mi Qiao. That ferocious look of his gave Mi Qiao a fright.

"Are you a spy?"

Mi Qiao quickly shook her head. She still didn't know what had happened.

Seeing that it was too late, the man turned around and ran out of the room.

Before Mi Qiao could react, the man with the fake ID was already in the yard. Two policemen dragged him off the wall and pinned him to the ground.

Mi Qiao looked through the window and immediately realized that something was wrong. She hurriedly hid under the table.

A moment later, a policeman came in and took away all the tools and forgery.

After they had left, Mi Qiao wiped the sweat off her forehead and came out from under the table.

That was close. Luckily, he hadn't been seen.

My gosh, the risk of a fake certificate is that high.

But if the fake certificate failed, how could he explain it to Xing Mowei?

He himself had patted his chest as he made a guarantee in front of him.

Mi Qiao had to bite the bullet and scoured the internet for another home before heading over in a private car.

The result was the same as the last time. Before she had entered, she had been caught by the police.

When the police escorted the man past Mi Qiao, she pressed her back against the wall and didn't even dare to breathe as she was afraid that the police would find out that she was using a fake certificate.

In order to fulfill her promise, she went to the third house and was taken away by the police.

Mi Qiao was puzzled. Was she the bandit for the five elements? Why did he call the police wherever he went?

She dejectedly returned to the private car and said: "Return to the Xing's Hall on the Hu Guang Road."

Mi Qiao got off the car and stood outside the door, not daring to enter. She was always a little nervous when she had to go back on her word.

The guard, Old Ding, stuck his head out the door and shouted when he saw Mi Qiao walking around outside.

"Miss Mi, why aren't you going in?"

Mi Qiao was left speechless by the question. She could only brace herself and walk in.

She came to the living room, where Xing Mowei was already waiting for her on a luxurious European leather sofa.

From the looks of it, if he knew that Mi Qiao didn't have the certificate, he would definitely eat her.

She held her bag tightly in her hand and slowly walked into the room with her back against the wall. She giggled at Xing Mowei, who had a serious expression on his face.

He ignored her, not even raising his eyes. He picked up the cup of tea on the table, took a sip, and then gently put it down.

"What? Is the certificate ready?"

His voice was cold and sarcastic.

Mi Qiao lowered her head, pursed her lips, shook her head guiltily and said in a low voice:

"No, they, they were all captured."

Hearing Mi Qiao's soft voice, Xing Mowei raised his eyes and looked at her. He said with surprise,

"Is that so? That's a pity.

"However, I have invited two people here to apply for a permit. If you agree, you can do it now."

Is that so? Mi Qiao's eyes couldn't help but light up when she saw that he also knew the person who handled the forgery.

"Well, that would be great. People I know go and get caught, and I'm afraid I'm going to get caught.

"If that happens, I'll have to trouble you to get me back from the station. I'll feel guilty."

Mi Qiao had purposely said it in a nicer way so that she could give herself a way out. She was being too unlucky.

"Bring me all your materials."

Xing Mowei pushed open the door of a study at the side of the living room.

Mi Qiao curiously took the materials and followed him in.

Inside the study sat two young men in suits, their hair neatly combed. On the desk in front of them was a steel-stamped machine and some empty form of information.

So professional! Mi Qiao couldn't help but sigh.

With such a professional forgery team, it was clear that they were more professional than the ones she was looking for.

Just from the temperament alone, he gave off a very formal feeling.

"Hand this over and fill in this form."

Xing Mowei snatched the folder from Mi Qiao's hands and gave it to the two young men.

As Mi Qiao filled out the form, she raised her head to look at Xing Mowei, who was standing next to her and looking down at her.

When she looked up, she met his oppressive gaze.

Originally, he wanted to ask where he had gotten such a professional team from, but he stopped them with a cold expression.

Mi Qiao handed the information over to him, and although she was curious, she didn't dare to ask any superfluous questions.

Who let them screw it up?

Xing Mowei passed the information that Mi Qiao had filled in to the two of them.

"Miss Mi Qiao and Mr. Xing Mowei, are you doing it on your own?"

On the first floor of Xing Mowei, Mi Qiao looked at Mi Qiao's shoulder and said,

"We did it voluntarily, didn't we?"

Mi Qiao snapped out of her stupor and nodded as she saw the resolute expression on his face.

It was strange for these people to ask if they had done it voluntarily even if it was a forgery. Would he not willingly invite them here?

After getting a positive answer, they professionally posted their pictures, put away the documents and photocopies, and stamped the two red books before handing them over to Xing Mowei with both hands.

"President Xing, it's done. If there is nothing else, we will leave first. "

Xing Mowei took the two red books, nodded at them and said:

"Thank you for your hard work. I've already paid for your dispatch fee."

After both of them thanked Xing Mowei, they packed up their tools and materials and quickly left the Xing's Palace.

Mi Qiao looked at their back view as they left. She took a red book from Xing Mowei's hands and opened it.

He was so professional, even his steel seal was covered in such a deep and real depth.

Rich people were indeed different. They were even able to get a fake certificate that was so grand, and they even came to serve.