When the doctor on duty saw this group of menacing figures burst in, he was so frightened that he almost fell off his chair.

Before he could speak, Jiang Yuhong had already picked up the phone on the table.

"Can you play outside shots?"

"Yes! Yes!" the doctor nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Yuhong quickly dialed Zhang Cheng's pager number and left only one sentence.

[Shanghai, please call back immediately.]

A dozen minutes later, the shrill ring of the telephone shattered the silence of the duty room.

"President Jiang, I'm trying to figure out a solution for the treasury bonds. You don't need to be in such a hurry, do you?" Zhang Cheng's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Zhang Cheng was indeed very puzzled.

Three hundred thousand treasury bonds are an astronomical figure for ordinary people, but for Jiang Yuhong, they are just a drop in the ocean.

"Zhang Cheng, do me a favor."

Jiang Yuhong's voice carried a chilling coldness.

"Please speak."

“I was tricked by a guy from Wenzhou. He should be on his way back to Wenzhou now.”

Jiang Yuhong spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice filled with murderous intent.

"I want his life."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.

At this moment, Zhang Cheng is in the duty room of the Nanyang Street Public Security Station in Funing County.

During the crackdown, this was the only place where you could find a phone late at night.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Cheng spoke in a deep voice.

What's the other person's name?

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yuhong's tense face finally revealed a sinister smile.

"Good! I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. My men have already set off for Wenzhou. You won't need to lift a finger; you just need to help me find him out of the cave."

"Zhejiang is, after all, your territory."

Zhang Cheng's lips twitched.

Brother, aren't you overestimating me?

I've never even been to Wenzhou.

"My people will tell you the other party's information." Jiang Yuhong only knew that the other party's surname was Nian and that he was a shoe seller from Wenzhou; he knew nothing else.

"Okay," Zhang Cheng agreed readily.

"Oh, right, the protective gear you asked me to get for you last time, I'll have them bring it to you on the way."

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

"Don't give me that nonsense. Just helping me find that person is a huge favor!"

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but rub his temples.

Finding a local business owner in Wenzhou who is deliberately hiding is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

It's like a Jiaxing businessman wanting to find Zhang Cheng in Funing County. If he wants to hide, the other party could turn Funing County upside down and still not find him.

Jiang Yuhong has helped him so much; he can't leave this favor unpaid.

"Brother Zhang!"

Xiao Xing, a junior policeman from the local police station, walked in with a lunchbox. Seeing Zhang Cheng's worried expression, he asked, "Want some late-night snack?"

Zhang Cheng shook his head: "No, I have something to do, I'll be going now."

He habitually took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tossed it over.

"No need to see me off, it's just a short walk."

Leaving the police station, I walked along the empty streets, where police officers were patrolling everywhere.

In just over ten minutes, Zhang Cheng was questioned four times.

Back at the rented room, Zhang Cheng immediately called Zhang Jianhao over.

"Tomorrow morning, go buy five train tickets to Wenzhou."

He then looked at Zhang Da Nao: "A batch of goods will be shipped from Shanghai in a couple of days. Find a warehouse to store them first."

Lying in bed, Zhang Cheng was wide awake.

He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing with calculations.

"Brother, who's going to Wenzhou with you tomorrow morning?" Zhang Jianhao from the next bed asked in a low voice.

"You, with many trees, hoping for blessings, with vast land, come with me."

"Brother, I want to go too!" Xiao Tao poked his head out expectantly.

Zhang Cheng glanced at him: "You have a more important task."

"What mission?"

"Go find the owners of those video arcades and ask them if they're still open or if they're for sale."

"Brother, didn't Brother Jianhao already ask about this? They all refused to sell."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth.

"Things will be different after tonight."