"Are you?" Ye Chen leaned against the door, and the person in front of him was wearing a big back and a fitted suit, looking a little familiar and a little unfamiliar.

"I am Mumbai, boss, long time no see." Mumbai bowed to Ye Chen humbly. Ye Chen was a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows and joked: "It turns out that Buddha relies on gold clothes, and people rely on clothes."

Mumbai also laughed: "It was the boss who gave me a chance."

Ye Chen waved his hand and let him go into the house: "Don't tell me these false things. Liang Yin looked like that at that time, thanks to your help." Gold shone everywhere. Mumbai is a capable person. Ye Chen is at best a mentor, which saves Mumbai from some hardships and goes to victory early.

Mumbai changed into slippers and sat on the sofa with some restraint behind Ye Chen. He took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and handed them to Ye Chen and said, "Boss, this is the performance of the jewelry store in the past two months."

Ye Chen slapped his head and said with regret: "I forgot everything." He gave Mumbai a month to make achievements in the jewelry store and accumulate connections. His original intention was to train Mumbai, but what happened later exceeded his expectations, and instead allowed Mumbai to stay for more than a month.

"How is it?" Ye Chen casually looked through the documents. He liked to report with his employees and him more than reading the documents.

Mumbai nodded and said, "In the past two months, I have adjusted the business model of the jewelry store and exchanged a batch of jewelry. These plans have promoted the sales of the store. Now the jewelry store is becoming more and more famous. Every day, old customers recommend new customers to come to the store to buy jewelry."

Ye Chen praised: "I did a good job, are you still the manager of a jewelry store?"

Mumbai nodded, Ye Chen's face was quiet but he felt a little disappointed. Then he saw Mumbai shook his head again, Ye Chen curled up the corner of his mouth and scolded, "Don't tell me."

Mumbai said: "I am now the general manager of your jewelry branch and the manager of the jewelry store."

There was a light in Ye Chen's eyes. He looked at Mumbai with a thumbs-up look and asked, "How did you do it?"

"I went to find the manager to report to her the task you ordered me before." Mumbai replied with a touch of his head. Ye Chen put away the aura of the superior, as kind as if he was the eldest brother next door, and he clapped his applause.

"You did not disappoint me," Ye Chen said. He had made it clear to Mumbai from the beginning that the jewelry store was just his starting point, not his stage or his end point. This time, his departure from the middle of the road caused the plan to be paralyzed. If Mumbai was not flexible and just waited for him to come back, it means that Mumbai was not a flexible mind, and such a person would be difficult to be entrusted with important tasks in the mall.

Mumbai smiled and accepted Ye Chen's praise, but the smile was not deep, like a mask hanging on his face. Ye Chen glanced at him and picked up his phone. He stroked the screen of the phone and said, "I remember it is Sunday, right?"

Mumbai paused, as if he didn't understand why Ye Chen asked this. Soon he came to his senses and nodded to Ye Chen.

"Is there anything difficult to come to my house during holidays?" Ye Chen, a serious employee who works, has seen it before, but this is the first time he has seen Ye Chen, an employee who came to his boss's house to report on his work on Sunday. Compared to affirming Mumbai's professionalism, Mumbai's distracted from time to time after coming in, made Ye Chen more inclined to get an idea in his heart.

Mumbai licked his dry lips and said, "I do have something to ask the boss."

Sure enough, he encountered a difficult situation. Ye Chen looked at Mumbai and signaled him to continue talking.

"Do you still remember the old couple surnamed Lin you helped a few days ago?" Mumbai asked.

Ye Chen: "How do you know about this?"

The modern Internet is so developed that everything can be found on the Internet. Ye Chen's incident is the same. Originally, the murder of the Chinese students in Neon Kingdom attracted a lot of attention, and Ye Chen's help of the old couple surnamed Lin was well known to netizens in the morning. Mumbai would know about this incident, which was also what he saw on Weibo.

"So that's the case." Ye Chen nodded. He did not rely on the Internet and rarely surfed the Internet. His attention to these things was not as high as before.

Ye Chen continued to ask: "I did help them, but what does this have to do with you coming to me?"

Mumbai took out his wallet and pulled out an old yellow photo from it. He sat next to Ye Chen to show Ye Chen the photo. In the old photo, there were two men, both of whom were wearing military uniforms, playing with their backs facing the camera.

"They look familiar." Ye Chen thought for a while, "The one on the left looks a bit like Mr. Cui, and the one on the right looks very similar to the old man I helped."

Mumbai nodded and said, "This is Old Man Cui and Uncle Lin." As he said, his voice was a little low.

In Mumbai's explanation, Ye Chen learned that Old Man Cui and Old Man Cui were soldiers from the same camp when they were young. They were old friends for many years. However, because Old Man Cui moved to another city, the relationship between the two sides has faded over the past decade. This time, Old Man Cui also saw the news. Just yesterday, he took the high-speed train to the city where Old Man Cui was located to visit his old friend.

"Mr. Cui is intent." Ye Chen sighed and said.

Mumbai's face was a little dark, and a faint light flowed through his eyes: "But, since he got into the car yesterday, I can't contact Old Man Cui."

"Do you suspect something happened to Mr. Cui?" Mumbai said without any conclusion, but his worries inside and outside were unable to hide. Ye Chen suddenly understood the purpose of his coming to find him. The police station could file a case for 48 hours, while Mumbai was worried that Mr. Cui would not wait for that time, and he wanted to find Mr. Cui through his own side, so he took the reason to report his work to come to the door.

After receiving Mumbai's affirmative answer, Ye Chen stood up and walked around the living room, thinking.

Mumbai looked at Ye Chen quietly. Ye Chen was not close to him or her, but the boss who was kind to him was still a kind of kindness to him. He knew that it was difficult for him to ask such a request, but he really had no choice. It was too difficult to find someone in the vast crowd, especially when Old Man Cui went to a completely unfamiliar place in Mumbai.

Suddenly, Ye Chen snapped his fingers, and he called and said, "Let that guy come to me."
Chapter completed!