Chapter 31

The three of us were kicked out by Deng Anyu.

"Really? We all said he was involved in the murder case, why does he have this attitude?" Erma said.

"We can't blame him for this. First of all, this is not the mainland. Secondly, we can't ask him about Wu Lianyong's affairs," I said.

"What do we do now?" Erma asked.

"There is a way, there is a way. I will tell you everything you want to know." At this time, Deng Fei caught up from behind and said.

I couldn't help but smile when I saw Deng Fei.

"Shall we find a place to sit down and talk it over?" I asked him.

"Let's go, there's a good restaurant nearby." Deng Fei said excitedly.

He led us to a teahouse called Helianji and ordered food in a private room.

"Why do you dislike Wu Lianyong so much?" I asked him.

"I knew he wasn't a good person the moment I saw him!" Deng Fei said angrily. "Tell me, what exactly did he do wrong in mainland China?"

"We suspect he's involved in a murder that happened ten years ago," I said.

Then I told Deng Fei about Zhang Yan and Li Fei. Unexpectedly, after listening to what we said, Deng Fei immediately took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Hey, Sister Man, I have some important news. I'm telling you, Wu Lianyong is a murderer. I've told you he's not a good person and told you to stay away from him, but you didn't believe me."

After Deng Fei hung up the phone, I smiled and said, "Do you really just dislike him?"

Deng Fei said awkwardly, "What else could it be?"

The three of us laughed, and I asked him, "Do you know where Wu Lianyong lives?"

"He is in Whitesand in Baisha Bay," said Deng Fei.

We learned from Deng Fei that Wu Lianyong is doing very well in Hong Kong and now works primarily as a personal architectural consultant. His outstanding abilities have earned him widespread acclaim among the wealthy.

As we were talking, a woman walked into the private room. She looked like a rich girl, and I didn't recognize anything she was wearing or holding.

Especially her mature charm, like a ripe peach, making people want to take a bite.

"Sister Man, you are here, please sit down." Deng Fei came forward happily and pulled out a chair for the woman named Sister Man.

"Let me introduce you to these three people. They are mainland Chinese friends I just met. It was from them that I learned that the seemingly righteous Wu Lianyong was actually a murderer."

We introduced our names one by one. The woman's name was Ho Man, and she was the eldest granddaughter of Stanley Ho, the helmsman of Hong Kong's largest real estate developer, Hung Ming Group.

"I wonder if the three distinguished guests have clear evidence to prove that Wu Lianyong has a criminal case." He Man's voice was soft and gentle.

"Yes, there is, but I don't know if Miss He dares to read it." Zhang Song said.

He Man glanced at Zhang Song and said, "To be honest, our Hongming Group has applied for a real estate project and is currently negotiating with Wu Lianyong to design it. If he is indeed convicted of murder, we will cancel this cooperation."

In the real estate business, the most taboo thing is murder. Once a developed property is related to human life, no matter how good its feng shui is or how cheap its price is, not many people will buy it.

Whether in mainland China or Hong Kong, this aspect is still quite taboo.

"This is certain." Zhang Song said.

"Okay, I will tell my family and re-evaluate the cooperation with Jiaheng Real Estate," said He Man.

What He Man said was completely beyond my expectation. She believed what we said based on just our one-sided statement.

"I wonder where you three are staying now. If you don't have a place to stay, why don't you stay at our Xien Hotel?" He Man said.

"Don't bother, we've already found a hotel," I said.

I was puzzled by He Man's initiative. Her attitude was quite enthusiastic on our first meeting. Something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary, so I had no choice but to reject her.

He Man smiled and said, "How about we become friends if you three can leave your contact information?"

More friends mean more paths, and in Hong Kong, the He family has a lot of say. If we can get in touch with He Man, it will also be helpful to our actions.

Erma and I both exchanged contact information with He Man, but Zhang Song said, "I don't have a cell phone."

He Man said, "How can you go out without a cell phone? I'm giving this to you. Don't refuse."

At this point, no matter how stupid I was, I could tell that they knew each other.

As we stared in surprise, He Man put her phone into Zhang Song's chest pocket and said, "I have something else to do. You guys chat first."

"Sister Man, Sister Man." Deng Fei watched He Man leave and chased after her anxiously.

There were three of us left in the private room, and Erma and I both had gossip-filled eyes.

"Brother Song, what's going on?" I asked him.

"Nothing happened." Zhang Song's face darkened.

It would be strange if there was no situation. I was wondering why He Man believed us so much. It turns out it was all because of Zhang Song.

Deng Fei came back and walked up to Zhang Song angrily, saying, "What's going on between you and Sister Man?!"

"There's nothing going on between me and your sister Man." Zhang Song said.

Deng Fei blushed and said, "That's better."

We parted on bad terms and returned to the hotel. Erma and I pestered Zhang Song, asking him what his relationship with He Man was.

Zhang Song couldn't resist us and told us about him and He Man.

It turns out Zhang Song had previously been assigned a mission to protect He Man. He explained that they were in Panama discussing a port project. The Hongming Group was state-backed, and winning the port project could bring enormous economic benefits and strategic advantages to the country.

In order to cause sabotage, Western countries sent many assassins. Zhang Song saved He Man during that mission, so the two knew each other.

"Didn't anything happen between you two?" I asked.

"Whatever can happen to us is just a mission," said Zhang Song.

As we were talking, the phone in Zhang Song's chest pocket rang.

"Come to Hongyunji in the evening, the old place, it's related to Wu Lianyong." The voice on the other end of the phone was very gentle, it was He Man.

Then I heard the sound of the phone being hung up.

"Well, tonight's dinner is settled, at the usual place." I said with a smile.

Erma also hugged my arm and smiled.

In the evening, Zhang Song skillfully took us to Hongyunji, which is obviously a very high-end Chinese restaurant.

We followed Zhang Song and walked to a room with ease.

He knocked on the door, and He Man's voice came from inside, saying, "Come in."

We pushed the door open and walked in. He Man said enthusiastically, "Let me play the role of host tonight. Please take a seat."

"Sister Chen, please serve the food." She said to the woman next to her.

"Yes, miss." Sister Chen left the box.

Dishes were served one after another, and I didn't know the names of any of them. Twenty-three dishes were served in a row, filling the table.

"We can't eat so much." I said a little weakly.

"These are all our Hongyunji's signature dishes. You can try them," said He Man.

Erma and I had never eaten these before, so we didn’t care about our image and just picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Zhang Song said stiffly, "Didn't you say you had information about Wu Lianyong?"

"Eat first." He Man said.

Zhang Song's aura changed when he saw He Man. As the saying goes, "One who has eaten has a few words to say." I advised, "Brother Song, try it quickly. It's delicious."

Zhang Song looked at me helplessly, then picked up the chopsticks.