Chapter 761

He soon noticed another key point.

Current occupation?

This means Lu Kongxin is still employed.

Someone who can muster hundreds of millions is working for someone else?

What nonsense!

Gu Dingwen called him “Boss” without knowing his identity, proving beyond doubt that Lu Kongxin could never be someone who works for others.

Is the data wrong?

No.

Facial recognition accuracy exceeds 95%, and it matched only Lu Kongxin—this alone confirms the data’s accuracy.

If the data is correct, then this man is the problem.

Yu Dazhang continued reading downward.

Lu Kongxin graduated from a prestigious overseas university; after returning to China in 1995, he worked one year in interior design, then quit the next year to become a personal life consultant.

Since 1996, Lu Kongxin has been employed by the same employer and continues to this day.

This means he has held this position for a very long time, never changing jobs or employers.

“Counting it up, exactly twenty years,” Yu Dazhang murmured.

In this fast-paced era, few people stick to one job for twenty years.

Of course, excluding those in government positions.

Here we’re talking about wage laborers.

There are only two possible reasons for such longevity:

One, this person has an extraordinary passion for the job.

This passion drives him to give endlessly without reward, willingly “powering love.”

Two, the job offers exceptionally generous benefits, providing continuous motivation to stay.

High salary, excellent working conditions, comprehensive welfare systems—these factors could all explain long-term retention.

The first possibility can be ruled out.

A personal life consultant—just the name suggests a servile role; no one is born loving to serve others like a beast of burden.

Most people enter service industries out of economic necessity.

Wait—

Yu Dazhang suddenly stopped here.

He nearly overlooked a critical question.

What exactly does “personal life consultant” mean?

He quickly flipped through the documents, searching for related details.

Unfortunately, the files offered no detailed description of the occupation, but he did find Lu Kongxin’s workplace.

“This place…”

Yu Dazhang stared at the recorded address, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“I’ve been there,” he muttered, his voice tinged with surprise and confusion.

As his thoughts sharpened, the image of a French chateau slowly surfaced in his mind.

“Working there?”

Yu Dazhang frowned, bewildered by this sudden revelation.

Coincidence?

No, not a coincidence.

He went to that estate last October with Qu Tuotuo.

It was right after he returned from handling the enslavement case in N Province, so he remembered the timing clearly.

That makes it nearly half a year ago.

Though time had passed, the scene remained vivid—he’d never seen such a luxurious private residence before.

“Personal life consultant…” he murmured the title again.

In an instant, the back of a middle-aged man appeared in his mind.

Yu Dazhang shot to his feet.

“I know who he is!”

His sudden movement startled Xu Dui beside him.

“Who?” Xu Dui asked, startled.

“I almost got misled,” Yu Dazhang said, irritated:

“Bullshit ‘personal life consultant’—just call him a butler.”