Chapter 207 Detective

"Fu Zheng's ex-wife." Yun Qiao said bluntly, jokingly, "If Miss Wen hadn't said your order was somewhat risky, I would have thought Mr. Fu had a new lover."

Wen Liang: “…”

Her expression was calm. "Besides being Fu Zheng's ex-wife, I actually have another identity: the daughter of reporter Wen Yongkang."

Yunqiao was stunned and his expression suddenly became serious.

To be honest, when Wen Yongkang passed away, Yunqiao had just graduated from university and was full of enthusiasm. He felt very sorry for the death of such a righteous journalist and had been following this case.

At that time, many people speculated that Wen Yongkang had offended too many people and was killed.

Unexpectedly, the final investigation result was that it was just an ordinary car accident.

Many people do not believe this result, but there is no other way.

As time went by, Wen Yongkang's death was gradually forgotten.

Now Wen Liang suddenly found him and mentioned her dead father. Yunqiao suspected that she knew something.

That's why she said that entrusting someone with a job involves certain risks.

After all, many of the people Wen Yongkang offended were capitalist tycoons with dirty hands.

"Is the matter entrusted by Miss Wen related to your father?"

"Well, it seems Mr. Yun knows my father, so there's no need for me to introduce him." Wen Liang took a sip of tea. "Before I tell you my request, I'd like to ask Mr. Yun if he knows about a kidnapping case that occurred in Jiangcheng shortly before my father's death?"

Yunqiao lowered his brows and recalled for a few seconds, "I seem to have some impression."

"My father was investigating the case at the time."

Yunqiao understood something, "Miss Wen, did you find any clues?"

Otherwise, Wen Liang would not have come to find him almost ten years after Wen Yongkang's death.

He originally thought that it was done by the capitalist tycoons that Wen Yongkang had offended, but he didn't expect that it was related to the kidnapping case.

Wen Liang nodded. "Why? Mr. Yun, can you answer? If you can, I can continue. If you can't, please don't tell anyone about what happened today."

Yunqiao looked at Wenliang's gentle eyes and fell silent.

He used to be a passionate and upright young man, but over the years as a private detective, he had seen too much darkness and too many things that made him angry but powerless.

The sharp edges of justice in him have gradually been smoothed out by life.

In the first two years of his career as a detective, he opened a detective agency. He once rejected a client's commission out of his sense of justice, but not long after, the agency was reported, his family was threatened, and the rejected client came to show off and warn him. He appealed in every possible way but to no avail, and finally had to close the detective agency.

He understood then that sometimes, having a sense of justice alone was useless.

Ideals are full, but reality is skinny.

Take the case of Wen Yongkang for example. If he was really murdered, and despite such high public attention, nothing has been found out. This shows how deep the water is here.

Wen Liang expected Yun Qiao to hesitate. She smiled and said, "I understand what Mr. Yun means. Although we cannot cooperate, I want to thank you for sitting here and listening to me. Since Mr. Yun is unwilling to accept this commission, I will not force you. I just hope you can keep this secret for me. Thank you very much."

Wen Liang's frank words made Yun Qiao feel guilty. He was afraid to look Wen Liang in the eye. "Ms. Wen is indeed worthy of being the daughter of Reporter Wen. I am truly ashamed."

"Mr. Yun, there's no need to be like this. I understand that it's human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm. If that wasn't my father, I might not have cared about this matter. But there are no ifs. The one who died was my father, who I depended on for everything. I must avenge him and make sure he dies with a clear conscience."

In fact, if this matter were to be leaked, Wen Liang would definitely be in trouble in front of Yunqiao.

Only if Wen Liang dies will they stop investigating further.

Even a weak woman like Wen Liang dared to face those potential threats just to find out the truth for her father, so why wouldn't he dare?

Moreover, in this age of advanced internet, any little thing will be posted online, and Wen Liang already has a certain degree of attention, and with the addition of the Fu family, those people may not dare to do anything.

Yunqiao took a deep breath and made up his mind, "Miss Wen, I have decided to accept your commission."

He didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong.

He only knew that at this moment, he followed his heart and lived up to his conscience.

"Really?" Wen Liang was surprised, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Really. I was deeply saddened by the death of reporter Wen. I hope that ten years later, I can do something for him."

"Mr. Yun, thank you." Wen Liang's nose felt sore, and he was deeply moved. "In that case, Mr. Yun, please name a price."

"One price, five hundred thousand."

"Okay, sign the contract."

Yunqiao brought a pen with him, and the two of them signed the contract.

Wen Liang put down the pen and handed one of the contracts to Yun Qiao.

"Okay, Miss Wen can speak now."

Wen Liang took out a photo from her bag, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Yun Qiao, "Take a look at this photo first."

Yunqiao picked it up and looked at it for a few seconds, then looked up at Wen Liang and guessed, "Is this... the photo of the kidnappers that reporter Wen secretly took?"

Wen Liang nodded, "Mr. Yun is indeed smart. I found this photo not long ago when I was sorting through my father's belongings."

"How did Miss Wen connect it to the death of reporter Wen?" Yunqiao asked, pinching a corner of the photo.

"It's quite a coincidence. Not long ago, I went on a trip abroad. When I came back, I saw Wang Dahai, the truck driver who killed my father, and his friend at Puxi Airport in S City. I thought his friend looked familiar, until I remembered this photo..."

Yunqiao listened and analyzed, "In other words, whether reporter Wen's death was caused by murder is still just speculation. You only think of the resemblance based on your memory, and you haven't confirmed the identity of Wang Dahai's friend yet."

Wen Liang nodded. "Although it's just speculation, I think it's correct. Currently, all news reports about the kidnapping case have been erased from the internet. There's definitely something fishy going on."

Yunqiao nodded seriously, "I understand. Since we've already signed the contract, I'll confirm every step forward with Miss Wen. First, when did you see them at the airport? I'll find a way to access the airport surveillance, verify flight information, confirm the identity of Wang Dahai's friend, and then retrieve all the information about the kidnapping case to compare and confirm whether he is the kidnapper in the photo."

"Actually, I thought so too, but I'm limited in my abilities, so I only thought of looking for you." Wen Liang smiled and said, "I returned to China on January 3rd. I got off the plane around 7:00 in the morning and met him when I went to the lobby to pick up my luggage. You can also check Wang Dahai. I met him twice. Once at Jiangcheng International Airport when I was about to travel abroad, and the second time was when I was returning to China. I checked, and all the flights arriving at Puxi Airport during that time were from foreign airlines. Wang Dahai comes from an ordinary family, and the civil compensation he received back then emptied his family's savings. I suspect the money he has... you know."

Yunqiao nodded, "I understand. I will investigate both of them. I'll stop here for today. When I have any results, I will naturally inform Miss Wen."

"Thank you. The 200,000 yuan deposit will be transferred to your account later."

After the two finished chatting, Wen Liang walked Yunqiao out of the tea room.