Ah Bin bowed and scraped as he approached, his voice extremely low: "Boss, I've found out that Tianyuan Shoes' headquarters is in Yueqing, which is several hundred miles away from here."

He paused, then added, "However, Nianlong owns two stores in the city, and my friend's girlfriend works in one of them selling shoes!"

Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingertips tapping rhythmically on the table.

Yueqing.

It's too far.

In such remote and dangerous places, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. If I were to recklessly barge in with my few guns, I probably wouldn't even know how I died.

The snake must be lured out of its hole.

But Nian Long has just offended someone like Yang Baolin, so he must be a frightened bird right now. It will be difficult to lure him out.

Zhang Cheng's gaze shifted to Zhang Duoshu, who looked pained.

“Give him a hundred.”

"Okay."

Zhang Duoshu squatted down and, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, slowly took off his shoes, an indescribable odor instantly filling the air.

He pulled two fifty-yuan bills from his smelly socks, put his shoes and socks back on, stood up, and handed the money to Ah Bin.

Ah Bin, overjoyed, stuffed it into his pocket and then leaned closer, his eyes filled with longing, asking:

"Boss, I heard that if I help you find Nianlong, I'll get five thousand yuan?"

Zhang Cheng smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“If you can bring him to me alive, I’ll give you six thousand.”

Six thousand!

Ah Bin's breathing quickened instantly, and his eyes turned red.

He suddenly turned around, grabbed Bao Ge who was not far away, dragged him to a corner, and gestured anxiously in a low voice.

Bao Ge's expression was unpredictable, his brows furrowed.

A few minutes later, as if he had made up his mind, Bao Ge stamped his foot and strode out of the store with his head down.

Ah Bin ran back with a look of ecstatic joy: "Boss, let's go to Yueqing right now!"

"I'll be waiting for your good news," Zhang Cheng said with a faint smile.

Watching Ah Bin and Bao Ge leave in a hurry, Zhang Jianhao came over and asked in confusion, "Brother, is it really necessary to spend so much money just to find someone?"

"This is Wenzhou, not Funing."

Zhang Cheng's expression turned cold, and his voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Our lives are more precious than money."

The reason he made such a big scene was to let everyone know that he was looking for Nian Long.

He didn't care about alerting the enemy.

Because he knew that, in the shadows, Yang Baolin's men were also sniffing out Nian Long's scent like hunting dogs.

Only by weaving two lines, one light and one dark, can a vast and inescapable net be formed.

Zhang Cheng stood up, dusted off his clothes, and instead of waiting there idly, walked straight to the hotel's doorman.

"Comrade, is there a telephone?"

The girl who had been dozing behind the counter looked up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and pointed to the telephone under the counter: "50 cents for local calls, 2 yuan a minute for long distances."

Zhang Cheng handed over five yuan, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number he knew by heart.

On the other end of the phone, in Zhang Tian's garment factory office in Jiaxing, the sound of decadent music was filling the air.

Zhang Tian was holding a pretty female secretary in his arms, and he was groping her all over.

The shrill ring of the telephone rang.

Zhang Tian glanced impatiently at the newly installed caller ID display.

Wenzhou?

He muttered something to himself and casually answered the phone: "Who is it?"

"It's me."

Just those two words struck Zhang Tian on the other end of the phone like a thunderbolt, leaving him completely frozen in place.

This fiend!

He installed caller ID to avoid this jinx!

"Master Zhang..." Zhang Tian's voice softened instantly, filled with obsequiousness.

Zhang Cheng ignored his form of address and got straight to the point.

"You know a shoe factory owner in Wenzhou surnamed Sun, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Mr. Zhang, you're looking for him? I'll give you his contact information right away!"

"Need not."

Zhang Cheng interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Call him now and tell him that I have a big order and I need to find a manufacturer to cooperate with. Ask him to make arrangements so that I can personally ‘inspect’ Tianyuan Shoes’ Nianlong.”

Zhang Tian understood instantly.

This is a scheme to use someone else to do the dirty work—no, it's a scheme to use his name to set a trap for Nian Long!

"Mr. Zhang, this...this isn't appropriate..."

"Hmm?" Zhang Cheng simply hummed softly through his nose.

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Tian was so frightened that he almost fell off the sofa.

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!" he quickly changed his tune. "I'll get it done right away! Don't worry, Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Cheng hung up the phone immediately.

He took the two yuan and fifty cents back from the counter girl and was just about to go upstairs.

"stop!"

A cold, sharp shout came from outside the door.

Zhang Cheng turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a police uniform with sharp eyes walk in, surrounded by a group of thugs.

He looked Zhang Cheng up and down, a meaningful smile spreading across his lips.

"Friend, you caused trouble on my turf, and now I hear you're going to spend five thousand dollars to find someone?"

Zhang Cheng's gaze sharpened.

"Let me introduce myself."

The middle-aged man extended his right hand with great force.

"Fenghua Street Police Station, Ding Li."

Zhang Cheng's eyes were calm as he reached out and shook hands with him: "Funing, Zhang Cheng."

Ding Li's smile grew even brighter as he patted Zhang Cheng on the shoulder: "Mr. Zhang, I don't care where you're from, but when it comes to finding people in Wenzhou, we're the professionals."

He glanced meaningfully in the direction the group of thugs had left.

"Those people are trash."

"And we are the rules."

Zhang Cheng felt a chill run down his spine and instantly understood.

This is no coincidence; this person has probably been eyeing this place for a long time.

"What does Director Ding mean?"

"Five thousand yuan." Ding Li held up five fingers, his eyes burning. "Give it to me now, and I guarantee I'll bring the person to you before dark."

"Alive."

Zhang Cheng smiled, but there was no hint of amusement in his eyes.

He suspected that the man in front of him was a fake policeman, and even that his uniform was fake.

In the 1980s and 90s, this kind of thing happened far too often.

"Director Ding, how about... we go to the station to talk?" Zhang Cheng asked tentatively.

"Afraid I'll cheat you?" Ding Li laughed heartily, making no attempt to hide it. "That's right, five thousand yuan is no small sum. Come on, let's go to the station and I'll show you!"

"Director Ding, my fellow villagers are tired. I can go with you by myself."

"Can."

Zhang Cheng nodded and turned to walk towards Zhang Jianhao and the others.

He didn't speak, but gestured with his eyes.

Zhang Jianhao instantly understood.

Zhang Cheng lowered his voice and spoke as quickly as a gust of wind:

“I’ll go with him. You all go and find out right away where the Fenghua Street Police Station is.”

What he feared was not just that Ding Li was a fake.

He was even more afraid that the police station Ding Li was going to take him to was also a fake.

When traveling, proceed with caution at every step.

Zhang Cheng turned around, a warm smile on his face, and gestured for Ding Li to enter.

"Director Ding, lead the way."

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