The next day, Zhang Wenyong got up early in the morning. He decided to keep an eye on Cheng Zhi and find out his whereabouts from today.

He wanted to find out why the Cheng family was inquiring about the spy named Wang Chaoyue and what his relationship was with his family.

Zhang Shengli pushed all the bicycles from the village committee and gave them to his third son. He said, "How about you pay the whole ticket and buy one for us?"

Chen Xiaoyuan, who was eating breakfast nearby, hurried over and whispered, "Dad, let Sanyong ride my bike for a few days. This is a big deal at home."

Zhang Wenyong shook his head and said, "Second sister-in-law, you should just ride your bike. The sun rises late and it gets dark early. You can't walk to and from get off work on foot."

He turned around and said to his father, "Just make do with it for now. I have to go quickly. I'll do it for you later." Then he pushed the cart out the door.

It was still dark, and he got on his bicycle, holding a flashlight on the handlebars in one hand to illuminate the road ahead, and pedaled hard with his long legs, heading straight for Chenjiazhuang.

At dawn, he had already been waiting in the woods at the entrance of the village. He had been waiting like this, thinking that Cheng Zhi would not stay at home for such a serious matter and would definitely go out.

When he feels cold, Zhang Wenyong punches a few times, stretches his arms and legs, and works up a sweat.

It was around ten o'clock in the morning when I finally saw the boy coming from a distance.

I saw Cheng Zhi pushing a bicycle and walking towards the entrance of the village.

Zhang Wenyong quickly dodged and waited for the other party to twist his bloated body and struggle to get on the bike and ride towards the commune. Then he turned around and pushed his own bike out from behind a big tree, following behind him at a distance.

What he didn't know was that Lian Xiaomin had also anticipated that Zhang Wenyong would definitely keep an eye on Cheng Zhi in the next few days, so he sent Sun Xuefeng to wait for him at the fork in the road near the county town.

As long as he keeps his eyes on that short and fat guy Cheng Zhi, Zhang Wenyong will definitely show up sooner or later.

Just like that, one after another, Cheng Zhi, who was at the front, rode his bike to the Pigeon Committee first, panting.

He asked the guard to call Hu Daguo out, and then made an appointment with the other party to have lunch together at the state-owned restaurant.

Zhang Wenyong, who was far away, could guess what the conversation was about by just gesticulating.

Hu Daguo knew in his heart that this Chengjiazhuang accountant's son was just trying to please him, so he could invite him to a few meals and use his connections to get him a job in the committee, so that he could get more benefits along the way!

So he nodded readily and agreed, saying that he would go to the restaurant after get off work at noon.

The shrewd Hu Daguo thought to himself that he was only doing this because Cheng Zhi's father was somewhat capable, so he should just take advantage of the situation, as someone else would pay for his food and drinks.

Anyway, he wanted to bring a few more smart people with him. After Xu Dawang's incident, it was only a matter of time before he was promoted from deputy director to full-time. It would be easier to make money with his own people.

After reaching an agreement with just a few words, Hu Daguo went back immediately, and Cheng Zhi also rode his bike away from the Pigeon Committee and went to other places.

Zhang Wenyong continued to follow, and soon when he arrived at the place, he saw that they were going to the black market behind the cotton mill.

Cheng Zhi bought two bottles of liquor from someone in a familiar manner, then raised his fat wrist and checked the time.

It seemed that he was not in a hurry anymore, so he walked around and bought four more canned fruits.

There were quite a lot of stuff, all in glass bottles, so he carefully put them into a large, sturdy cloth bag, hung it on the handlebars, and slowly pushed the bike away, leaving the black market and heading towards the state-owned restaurant not far away.

Zhang Wenyong, who was paying close attention to the other party's every move, was about to push the cart and continue to follow.

Suddenly, a man came over, walked up to Zhang Wenyong in two or three steps, raised his hand, opened the lid of a backpack, and handed it to him, saying in a low voice: "Do you want food? I have sorghum and corn."

Zhang Wenyong was stunned for a moment. He had been concentrating on observing Cheng Zhi's whereabouts and did not notice where this person came from. He just thought he was going to the black market to ship goods.

Glancing sideways in the direction where Cheng Zhi left, I saw that the clumsy short guy had just walked out about seventy or eighty meters and had no idea that someone was watching him from behind.

For a moment, Zhang Wenyong thought that Cheng Zhi was definitely going to the state-owned hotel, so it didn't matter if he was followed for this distance.

So he turned his attention to the person selling goods in front of him.

I saw that the man was wearing the most ordinary gray cotton jacket and cotton trousers. The clothes were a little old, but there were no patches.

He was not tall, about half a head shorter than me, with a short haircut and no hat, looking quite neat and tidy.

Looking at his face, his skin is a little dark, but he has a good-looking face and his eyes are particularly bright.

Seeing that he has a strong body, I guess based on my experience that he is most likely a martial artist.

Zhang Wenyong casually glanced at the food in the backpack, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at Cheng Zhi over there again. After all, his main task today was to do more important things.

After a moment of hesitation, the salesman in front of him suddenly followed his gaze and turned towards Cheng Zhi.

At this time, the short and fat man was pushing the cart slowly and had not yet disappeared from sight. The young man with a crew cut also looked over there. After a pause, he narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and a fierce look appeared on his face.

Zhang Wenyong has a strong ability of observation and immediately captured the details of this moment. He suddenly had an intuition in his heart that this person seemed to know Cheng Zhi!

He unconsciously gave up the idea of ​​continuing to follow the short guy. The two of them would naturally show up at the state-owned restaurant on time. Now.

He could go in through the back door of the hotel and find a way to continue snooping.

At this moment, Zhang Wenyong, who was full of doubts in his heart, suddenly became more interested in the short-haired guy in front of him, so when the other party slowly retracted his gaze and looked at him again, he simply said: "I want food, let's find a place where there is no one to talk."

The young man with a crew cut nodded, asked him to wait a moment, turned around, pushed the bicycle parked on the side of the road over, and followed Zhang Wenyong into an empty alley not far away, carrying the backpack.

Zhang Wenyong was walking in front, thinking, this man I suddenly met today, he had a dangerous aura about him, and under his cotton-padded jacket, he had a long dagger on his waist. He said to himself: Even if you are a martial artist, it's your bad luck that you met me today. If there's anything going on, let's just have a fight.

When they reached the innermost part of the alley, they both stopped their bicycles and put up the kickstands.

Sun Xuefeng spoke first: "I have ten kilograms of food in total, five kilograms each of sorghum and corn."

Zhang Wenyong took a look and said, "I want all of them. What's the price?"

"They're all 60 cents a pound. The price has gone up recently, so it's hard to find food."

Seeing the other party nodded in agreement, Sun Xuefeng took out the grain bag and left the backpack on the back seat of the car.

Zhang Wenyong took out the money, counted out six pieces, and handed them to him. When he took the grain bag with one hand, he suddenly grabbed the other's wrist with the other hand and said, "Do you know Cheng Zhi?"