Chapter 522: The people behind the photos

In the corner of the cafe, Xue Ling looked at the unfamiliar man opposite him: "Did you ask me to come out?"
The man was very young, about twenty-five or five years old, wearing a casual hoodie. He looked at her with a scarf covering most of his face, and wearing glasses, she smiled and said, "Hurry, order a cup of coffee first."
Xue Ling took off his glasses: "Do you know who made it?"
She received a strange call this morning and asked if she wanted to know who distributed the photos. She shouldn’t be exposed to the public, but she wanted to know who had harmed her, so she came to the appointment.
The man glanced at her anxiously and raised her lips without speaking. The waiter was invited to order a cup of coffee and then looked at her: "What are you drinking?"
As soon as the waiter came over, Xue Ling's head turned to the side and turned his back to the waiter. When she heard the man ask her what she was drinking, she lowered her voice: "Just casually."
The man saw her like this, smiled, and looked at the waiter: "She is like me."
After the waiter left, Xue Ling looked at the man opposite: "Can you speak now?"
The man took out a few pictures, Xue Ling reached out to pick it up, the man shrank her hand, and she grabbed an empty space. The man said slowly, "200,000."
Xue Ling frowned: "How do I know if the evidence you gave is true?"
"I am a reporter from Ruizhi Magazine. I was also on the day of the engagement. I accidentally took pictures in the back garden. I took such a big risk and always got some rewards." The man looked at her with a fearful look In the cafe, afraid of being recognized, it just makes me laugh, "That person is someone you can never think of."
Last night Xue Jie's secretary said that he had greeted the media, but it was reported today.
Xue Ling's heart was angry, and she was eager to know who did all this, so that she didn't dare to go out brightly.
But according to Xue's current situation, 200,000 is not a small sum: "I don't have that much money."
"In this case, we can't do this business." The man spread his hands together, leaned on the back of the chair with his chest, and the smiling face didn't matter. "It doesn't affect me much, but it's important to Miss Xue. , Think about it yourself."
The waiter brought the coffee up. Xue Ling didn't pay attention to what he ordered just now. She frowned at the coffee in front of her. The latest thing she hated most was the latte.
The man stirred the coffee and took a sip: "If Miss Xue is still unwilling to pay, then we drink this cup of coffee and go our separate ways."
Xue Ling supported the coffee table with one hand, and grabbed his shirt by the other hand, staring at him coldly: "Tell me, who distributed the photos?"
The man put down the coffee in his hand, not half afraid of her threat, and light-colored eyebrows gently raised, with a bit of mad provocation.
Xue Ling gripped his shirt tightly and finally loosened it weakly: "Okay, I'll transfer it to you now."
She sat down again and took out her mobile phone from the bag. The man reported the bank account number. After a minute, the man received a message on his mobile phone. He smiled with satisfaction and gave all the photos he brought to Xue Ling .
Xue Fen turned over the photos one by one. He Jiashan and a man in a maroon suit stood face to face.
One of them was He Jiashan handing a cowhide bag to the man opposite, and the other was a photo of a young man who pulled a stack of leather bags from the cowhide bag.