Tang Ping said, "This money is a hot potato, do you understand? Those guys are ruthless, they live on the edge, they went all the way there, almost lost their lives, and lost two million. Do you think two million is easy to take? Take it back and just say we were just making friends."

Gao Qiqiang was still a little unwilling, but when he thought of Tang Ping's words, he felt that they made a lot of sense. He nodded, took his suitcase, and went back.

With dawn approaching, Tang Ping was too lazy to worry about anything else. He went back to his room, covered his head, and went to sleep.

One million is indeed a windfall, no wonder Gao Qiqiang was tempted.

But such windfall gains should not be taken lightly.

Tang Ping slept until the next morning before waking up, by which time his elderly mother had already prepared lunch.

"Mom, did anyone come looking for me this morning?" Tang Ping asked, grabbing a piece of meat and popping it into his mouth.

"No, but your phone kept ringing, and I didn't dare answer it."

"oh."

Tang Ping's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly took out his phone to call An Xin: "Officer An, you were looking for me?"

"Yes, Tang Ping, you've been a huge help this time. I didn't expect such an unexpected bonus. Ma Zi and his gang were using the fish farm as a cover for illegal flour trading, and we've caught them all. Although there's no evidence on site, we have recordings, and with the illegal possession of weapons, it's enough to put him in jail for life. The only pity is that even after a day of surveillance, those two buyers still managed to escape. But thankfully, we owe you a lot this time."

After listening, Tang Ping smiled and said, "This is what I should do."

"This pockmarked guy's got a tough tongue; I interrogated him all night without sleeping. I'll treat you to dinner after I finish this case. Okay, that's all."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Ping felt a great sense of relief.

I was lucky; the two buyers moved to Zhong Asi's place on the overpass. Anxin blocked traffic and set up controls for a day but failed to catch them, so they probably gave up.

The focus is now on that pockmarked man. Once he vomits, we can find out who's behind him: Mad Donkey and Xu Jiang.

But Tang Ping estimated that Anxin would probably be disappointed.

However, this isn't about the money; his only concern right now is the two buyers.

Also, there were negotiations with Uncle Tai and Chen Shuting.

After thinking for a moment, Tang Ping stopped eating and said, "Mom, I'm going out for a bit. You eat first."

"Where are you going? The food's ready, kid..."

Before his elderly mother could reply, Tang Ping hurriedly rode his bicycle out the door.

In the repair shop, Tang Ping had a perfectly good motorcycle completely altered by the repairman. The tires, the front, and the side panels were all replaced, and then it was repainted, turning the originally black motorcycle into red.

Tang Ping did this as a precaution. He knew An Xin all too well; An Xin was an extremely meticulous and detail-oriented person, and he was worried that the investigation might lead back to him.

"Ah Ping, the car was perfectly fine, why did you modify it like this?" the repair shop owner asked, puzzled.

Tang Ping smiled and said, "New year, new look, let's change to bright red for good luck."

This excuse is so convincing that it leaves no room for doubt.

After the car was fixed, Tang Ping called Gao Qiqiang and they went to the overpass together.

"Ah Ping, you're really clever. You've completely changed the car's appearance, so no one can find out now." Sitting in the back, Gao Qiqiang put his hands on Tang Ping's shoulders and said.

"Better safe than sorry. By the way, has everything been arranged with Uncle Tai yet?"

Tang Ping asked.

“Uncle Tai said he was busy, but I think he just doesn’t care about us and refuses to meet. He only sent one of his underlings, saying we’d meet at Lovers’ Street at midnight tonight, and someone would come to take over,” Gao Qiqiang said.

"oh."

Tang Ping nodded, not paying any attention.

Uncle Tai is a cunning old fox; it's extremely difficult to get him to show his face. If nothing unexpected happens, he'll probably send Chen Shuting to handle this matter.

Under the overpass is a garbage dump.

Garbage from all over Jinghai was piled up here, forming small mountains. The roads were muddy country roads, full of potholes, and no one would normally want to come here.

Zhong Asi lived in a tin shack and made a living by collecting scrap. If Tang Ping hadn't asked him to do odd jobs every now and then, he probably would have starved to death.

Woof woof woof!

As soon as we approached the house, two large stray dogs rushed out and barked incessantly.

"roll!"

Zhong Asi crawled out of the tin shack, still holding a rice bowl in his hand. After chasing the dog away, he saw that it was Tang Ping, immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his hands, and smiled, saying, "Boss!"

"How are those two doing?" Tang Ping asked.

Zhong Asi laughed and said, "It's nothing. They can eat, drink and sleep well. They just kept clamoring to see the boss. I beat them up and then they behaved themselves."

"Okay, just keep an eye on them and make sure nothing happens. I'll handle things by tonight at the latest."

Tang Ping nodded, thought for a moment, took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, handed them to Zhong Asi and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Take this and buy something nice."

"Thank you, boss!"

Zhong Asi never refused money, so he stuffed it directly into his pocket and said, "Boss, do you want to take a look?"

Tang Ping shook his head and said, "No need. Let me introduce you. This is Lao Gao. If I'm busy, I'll have him handle it."

"Yes, boss."

As long as the two buyers are safe, that's fine. As for the people, Tang Ping doesn't want to have any contact with these flour sellers yet.

“Ah Ping, I’ve thought it through now that I don’t want the money, but we’ve already done them a favor, so why not let those two buyers remember our kindness?” Gao Qiqiang asked.

Tang Ping glanced at him and said, "Why are you remembering this? Do you still want to do business with them? Don't be silly, Lao Gao. There are many ways to make money. Isn't your mobile phone shop doing very well now? Anyway, you can get involved in anything, just don't touch flour or anything like that. It can kill people, you know?"

"I understand. My dad taught me from a young age that a man must be mortal enemies with gambling and drugs."

"Your dad did a good job teaching you, but what about Huang?"

"Hahaha!"

The two men looked at each other and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After returning from Zhong Asi's place at Tianqiao, Tang Ping didn't go home. Instead, he dropped Gao Qiqiang off at his mobile phone shop and then went back to the internet cafe.

Having only been open for a few days, the internet cafe is still thriving, with almost full seats both day and night, especially after dinner when it's packed. Many people have to queue up at the bar area on the first floor to get a computer.

Only around midnight did the number of people staying overnight decrease.

The number of members is increasing. In the past, when people went online, they didn't have the habit of registering as members. They would pay ten or twenty yuan to use the computer and then leave.

But now with the membership system, there are discounts on top-up fees, and any unused credit can be used again next time, so nothing is wasted.