CHAPTER 1082: CHAPTER 1082: SIKONG ZHAIRIYUE

Ye Mingtian nodded: "Originally it was a business matter, and I didn’t want to invite him out, but now it seems there’s no choice, we have to."

"President Ye, do we know him?" the twin secretaries asked in unison.

"By all rights, he shouldn’t exist in the city. In ancient terms, he’s the world’s greatest thief, there’s nothing he can’t steal," Ye Mingtian said.

"So it’s him, Sikong Zhairiyue!" the twin secretaries said.

Ye Mingtian was a bit taken aback and couldn’t help but say: "You actually know him."

The two ladies smiled, "President Ye, you forgot, Mr. Ye trained us in all aspects."

Ye Mingtian’s eyes flashed coldly, and he said in a cold voice, "Qingxue, you forced me to use this person."

"But... President Ye, can Sikong Zhairiyue really steal anything like the legends say? Security systems nowadays are impenetrable," the two secretaries doubted.

"Wait for him to give it a try, then you’ll know," Ye Mingtian said.

...

Ye Chenfeng was in a good mood today, but trouble still came looking for him.

However, the visitors surprised him; it was Ji Fengyu and Price from the Mien Family.

"Is there something you need?" Ye Chenfeng asked in a gruff tone.

Ji Fengyu sneered and said, "Ye Chenfeng, after all these years, your bad temper hasn’t changed one bit. It seems reality hasn’t worn you down enough!"

"Do you believe I can leave another scar on your body?" A cruel smile curved at the corner of Ye Chenfeng’s mouth.

Ji Fengyu immediately said, "I believe, I believe, I absolutely believe."

But Ji Fengyu quickly added, "However, Ye Chenfeng, you must understand one thing: truly capable people rely on here, not brute force. We’re not savages," he said, pointing to his head.

Ye Chenfeng sneered, "So you mean to be like you, nagging like a woman. Spit it out or shut up."

Ji Fengyu smiled, "Alright, alright, I won’t stoop to your level. I just came to tell you something: there’s an art exhibition in the Capital City tomorrow. I figure you have some profound insights, so why don’t you come and let us see?"

"Hmm? This is the invitation, whether you come or not is up to you," Ji Fengyu said mischievously, his grin provoking the urge to beat him up.

After shoving the invitation into Ye Chenfeng’s hand, Ji Fengyu and Price left. Before getting into the car, Price flipped Ye Chenfeng off.

"Swoosh!"

Ye Chenfeng casually tossed the invitation, and it shot out, landing precisely in a trash bin not far away.

...

In the evening, at a certain club.

Ye Mingtian was drinking, and the twin secretaries had shed their professional attire, wearing sexy and alluring dresses. Either one of them would definitely be amongst the top socialites in the Capital City.

"President Ye, he’s here!"

As the private room door opened, a young man walked in from outside. He had an ordinary appearance, but a roguish smile always played on his lips.

"You’re Ye Mingtian?" The young man first scrutinized the twin secretaries, his eyes darting about, then asked Ye Mingtian.

Ye Mingtian nodded, "Ye Mingtian."

"Let me introduce myself, Sikong Zhairiyue. Remember it’s ’Zhairiyue’, not ’Ming’. I’m the number one in the theft realm, and of course, also the face," the young man introduced himself boldly, casually grabbing a bottle of wine from the table and chugging it down.

If an ordinary person saw this, their first reaction would definitely be that this guy isn’t reliable, probably just a smooth talker.

But Ye Mingtian and the others watched him with interest, as if this behavior was normal.

Sikong Zhairiyue noticed three pairs of eyes staring directly at him, and he showed a slightly embarrassed expression, laughing awkwardly: "Sorry, I ran here so I’m thirsty. When thirsty, you need cola. Unfortunately, you don’t have any, so I had to substitute with wine. Not very tasty, too astringent."

"..."

The twin secretaries were dazed, wine costing tens of thousands per bottle wasn’t as good as cola? What a joke!

"Mr. Sikong, your verbal skills are impressive, but are your hands just as capable?" Ye Mingtian teased.

Sikong Zhairiyue laughed at Ye Mingtian, "What do you want me to steal?"

"Chu Corporation’s business secrets. Their security system is watertight, and all the commercial spies I’ve sent have failed," Ye Mingtian said.

"Snap!"

Sikong Zhairiyue snapped his fingers, "No problem. As long as the money is good, I can steal anything for you, but don’t say ’steal’, I hate that word."

"Is there a difference between ’steal’ and ’rob’?" the secretary muttered.

It happened to be heard by Sikong Zhairiyue, who immediately became excitedly, "Of course there’s a difference, a huge one. ’Robbery’ and ’theft’ are worlds apart in terms of sophistication."

"Mr. Sikong, are you that confident? You should know the Chu Corporation’s security system is all modern technology, and besides, there are veterans guarding it," Ye Mingtian asked.

Sikong Zhairiyue glared at him unhappily, "Of course I’m sure, this is my livelihood, can I be careless?"

"In that case, why don’t you first show us a trick or two? Let us broaden our horizons!" Ye Mingtian said with a smile.

Sikong Zhairiyue’s gaze hardened, and he said in a deep voice, "You mean you want me to steal from you?"

Ye Mingtian nodded, "That’s right!"

Simultaneously, Ye Mingtian took out his Gucci wallet and waved it in front of Sikong Zhairiyue, then put it in his pocket.

"Come on, steal it from me face-to-face!" Ye Mingtian said confidently.

Sikong Zhairiyue immediately sighed, "I already said it’s ’rob’, not ’steal’."

"I don’t care what it is, just give it a try."

As Ye Mingtian spoke, his eyes were fixed on Sikong Zhairiyue, observing his movements and expressions, not missing a single small change.

"Then I’ll start, be careful."

Sikong Zhairiyue walked towards Ye Mingtian step by step, in a bold and carefree manner, showing no signs of being an expert at all.

"Hehe..."

Ye Mingtian’s smile curled at the corners of his mouth, his eyes revealing confidence, as if he already knew the outcome.

The twin secretaries exchanged glances, a thought simultaneously passing through their minds: Sikong Zhairiyue couldn’t possibly steal the wallet from Ye Mingtian.

Step by step, Sikong Zhairiyue’s expression grew more solemn, while Ye Mingtian looked increasingly relaxed.

"Oops..."

Just as he was about to approach Ye Mingtian, Sikong Zhairiyue suddenly yelped, leaning his body towards Ye Mingtian.

That appearance was just like someone with the worst acting skills faking an accident, making people laugh out loud.