Boss, are your eyes uncomfortable

Wang Dachuan was just about to turn around to see what was going on when Han Fei reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, comrade, stop complaining. The investigation is important. Let's go in."

With that, Han Fei took the lead and walked into the private museum.

Seeing this, Wang Dachuan quickly followed without saying anything more.

Truth be told, he had just been venting earlier and didn’t mean any harm.

As the group reached the entrance, they were stopped by the security guard before they could enter.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, but this is a private museum. You need to buy tickets to visit."

"We're not here to visit. I'm a police officer," Han Fei said, flashing his badge. "I need to borrow your surveillance footage for an investigation."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guard’s face lit up with a smile.

"Oh, you’re the police! But I’ll need to ask for permission regarding the surveillance footage. I’m just a security guard; I can’t make that call. Please wait a moment."

"Sure, no problem," Han Fei replied with a smile.

The guard then picked up the landline on the desk, ready to make the call.

However, just as he was about to dial, he caught sight of a familiar face among the group of officers. It was none other than their boss.

Although he had never met the boss in person, the guard had seen his photo and immediately recognized Xu Mo, who was frantically blinking at him from the crowd.

"Boss, you’re here! I was just about to call you… Is there something wrong with your eyes? Are they uncomfortable? Did dust get in them? Do you need me to blow on them?"

Xu Mo: "..."

Who the hell has dust in their eyes? That’s not why I was blinking!

What a clueless teammate!

Xu Mo had been blinking at the guard to signal him not to reveal his identity. He didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself, not because his eyes were irritated.

If his status as the private museum’s behind-the-scenes owner were exposed, it would inevitably create a barrier between him and the others. How could he continue to get along with everyone so easily after that?

Xu Mo wasn’t like Wang Duoyu; he didn’t enjoy revealing his cards.

"Your boss is here?" Han Fei turned around to look but didn’t see anyone unfamiliar.

He was puzzled, so he followed the guard’s gaze and realized the guard was looking at Xu Mo.

Something’s off. Let me check again.

Han Fei glanced back at the guard and once again followed his line of sight, confirming that the guard was indeed looking at Xu Mo.

Han Fei: "???"

Xu Mo is the private museum’s behind-the-scenes owner??

For a moment, Han Fei felt his brain short-circuiting.

He knew Xu Mo had money—after all, he had been part of that program back then.

But he never imagined Xu Mo was *that* wealthy, to the point of owning a private museum!

Setting up a private museum required a significant amount of money, after all.

Besides, hadn’t Xu Mo already spent all his money on luxury cars, villas, and yachts? How did he still have the funds to open this museum?

No, there must be some misunderstanding here… Han Fei thought to himself.

"Is he your boss?" Han Fei asked, looking at Xu Mo and then back at the guard.

"Yes!" the guard nodded. "Officer, didn’t you know?"

Not only was Han Fei confused, but the guard was also a little baffled.

These officers didn’t recognize their own boss? Then why had they brought him along?

The guard hadn’t even considered that Xu Mo might be a police officer, as the roles of officer and private museum owner didn’t seem to align. It never crossed his mind that the museum’s owner could also be a cop.

After the guard confirmed it, Han Fei felt his mind go blank as he stared at Xu Mo in disbelief.

"You… you own this?"

At this point, there was no use hiding it anymore. Xu Mo decided to come clean. He leaned closer to Han Fei, knowing exactly what Han Fei was wondering, and prepared to explain.

Of course, he wasn’t going to mention the system. Instead, he planned to come up with a quick excuse to smooth things over.

Xu Mo pulled Han Fei aside and whispered, "This museum is one of the rewards the state gave me after that incident."

The "incident" Xu Mo referred to was when he had "found" and handed over that "small fishing boat."

While others didn’t know about it, Han Fei did. So even though Xu Mo didn’t elaborate, Han Fei immediately understood what he meant.

So it was a reward from that incident? That makes sense… Han Fei didn’t press further after hearing Xu Mo’s explanation.

To Han Fei, Xu Mo’s explanation was perfectly reasonable.

Han Fei suddenly understood: "Oh! So that’s how it is… I get it now!"

A private museum was indeed worth a lot of money, but compared to what Xu Mo had donated, the museum was nothing.

Not just one, but even ten private museums combined wouldn’t come close!

With this major question resolved, Han Fei turned to the other officers, who were still completely lost.

Seeing Han Fei look back, the officers stared at him in confusion, eager to know what Xu Mo had just told him.

However, Han Fei had no intention of explaining. After all, this involved the confidentiality agreement they had signed, and he couldn’t disclose it.

"What are you all standing around for? Let’s get to work!"

Even after Han Fei’s stern reminder, the officers still didn’t move.

The revelation had hit them too hard, and everyone was in a daze.

Xu Mo actually owned a private museum!

Among them, Wang Dachuan was the most stunned.

He recalled what he had said not long ago…

No wonder he had felt a chill down his spine earlier—it was because Xu Mo had been staring at him!

Oh no, I badmouthed Xu Mo right in front of him. Is he going to make things difficult for me now?

The thought filled Wang Dachuan with regret.

He wished he could slap himself twice. Why did he have to run his mouth like that?

Seeing the officers still frozen, Han Fei’s face hardened. "Are you all still standing there?"

Finally, the officers snapped out of it and started moving, heading into the museum to check the surveillance footage.

As they passed Wang Dachuan, they couldn’t help but pat him on the shoulder, giving him a look that said, "Good luck, buddy…"

Wang Dachuan: "o_o...."