In Zhao Ziliang's office, Ning Zhiheng carefully reviewed Tong Huahan's information.

Tong Huahan, 38 years old, is from Wuhan, Hubei Province. He studied in Wuhan from a young age and later graduated from Ziqiang Academy, which is now Wuhan University. He has been working in the domestic financial industry. His background is clean and verifiable. The documents also include investigation records of Tong Huahan at each stage. The intelligence department even wrote down the interrogation records of the witnesses. There are also two photos of Tong Huahan when he was young, which were found from an unknown source.

People from this era rarely have photos, so the intelligence department actually managed to get their hands on photos of Han from his childhood many years ago, which Ning Zhiheng greatly admired.

This document can be said to have recorded Tong Huahan’s life experiences in detail, including the situation of his relatives, without any omissions!

Ning Zhiheng had to admit that the intelligence department had done an excellent job. In just three days, they had managed to achieve this level of work. Ning Zhiheng was truly impressed. If the action department had been tasked with this, it would have been far inferior in terms of both time and depth. It seemed that the intelligence department's current status was due to its strength and foundation, which the action department could not match.

“Section Chief, this person seems fine based on the information, but seeing is believing. I need to meet him in person to confirm his identity!” Ning Zhiheng said slowly after careful consideration.

He was very suspicious and wouldn't easily trust anyone. The investigation data he had only proved that Tong Huahan had no opportunity to interact with the Japanese in his past experiences, but the actual situation was another matter.

"Of course we need to confirm it in person. You're the one in charge, so make the decision yourself!" Zhao Ziliang nodded in agreement. He was also an experienced veteran and knew that things on paper could only serve as a reference. The actual situation required personal contact to be considered valid.

At 6 p.m. that day, Tong Huahan, the chief accountant, walked out of the entrance of Yong'an Bank carrying a briefcase and hailed a rickshaw.

In this era, apart from official vehicles, private car buyers were mostly wealthy businessmen. Although Tong Huahan worked at a bank and earned a generous salary, it was still not enough for him to afford a private car.

His home is some distance from Yong'an Bank, and he commutes to get off work by rickshaw every day, just like today.

He boarded a rickshaw and headed west back home. The bank's workday was quite busy, and after a short while, Tong Huahan closed his eyes to rest.

But after a while, he felt that the rickshaw was going in a different direction than usual, as if it had changed direction twice. He opened his eyes and looked around, and immediately said unhappily, "Where have you taken us? We've gone all the way to Fengliu Road. It's your first day driving a rickshaw, and you don't even know the way!"

If it weren't for the crowds of people around him, and if he were taken to a secluded alley, he would have thought the rickshaw driver was a bad guy!

Unexpectedly, the rickshaw driver, upon hearing his reprimand, did not turn his head, but walked briskly without stopping, and replied casually, "Mr. Tong, please don't misunderstand. This road is correct. My master has long admired your reputation and would like to invite you for a chat!"

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