Wanghai was not disturbed by any event or person. Life went on as usual. The undercurrents beneath the island were clearly visible, but still surging.
Autumn clouds cover the mountains, drizzle falls into the building, dusk goes and dawn comes, and a few days of leisurely time pass.
During busy times, even the bustling commercial streets will succumb to a few drops of soft and feeble autumn rain. The long fleet of motorcycle taxis also disappears, leaving only a few scattered drivers who want to pick up passengers. After seeing this bleak scene, they have no choice but to put on raincoats and drive away.
One of them was stubborn and refused to believe anything. He casually put on a raincoat and parked his car on the slope. After waiting for a long time, another idler finally showed up. He walked slowly to the driver's side with an umbrella, the canopy covering half his face. He asked knowingly, "Old Lu, how many orders did you run today?"
Old Lu, the driver of the sports car, twisted his expression for a moment, then relaxed as if relieved. "Fuck you, Boss Chen, you're just trying to make things difficult for me. Don't you know what's going on with Wang Hai?"
Old Lu stepped out of the car and leaned against the driveway: "To say that the quality of Wanghai's bastards is really low, you say to do business properly and be nice to everyone, there are people to bring people, no one to bring goods, but they have to have some devilish thoughts.
It wasn't just one or two people, but a bunch of people messing around, stealing and robbing, and ruined everything in just a few days. Tell me, is that hateful or not? "
"Didn't I tell you, this job wouldn't last long anyway?" Chen Tinghan didn't take it seriously. He smiled and said, "But don't worry too much. You're just caught in a turbulent situation. A gust of wind will blow over. Just bear with it. From now on, you can drive fast cars, and the whole sea will be filled with your exhaust fumes."
"Our trams don't have exhaust gas." Old Lu said cheerfully, "So, let's go to the old place today?"
"No." Chen Tinghan shook his head, took out two large bills from his pocket, and said, "Today I'm just going to give you the money and ask about the situation."
Old Lu quickly took it, not letting the banknote get wet, and said, "Ask, ask."
Chen Tinghan didn't hesitate and said, "How's the person I asked you to keep an eye on these days?"
"You mean that engineer? He's the worst of the worst," Old Lu said suddenly, furiously. "You'd never guess he's a stepfather. The daughter he's with isn't his biological daughter. She's only eleven or twelve, and yet he had the guts to lay his hands on her."
"If I hadn't been watching you, you damn beast!"
Chen Tinghan lowered his head and said calmly, "Did you take the photo?"
Old Lu smiled awkwardly and said, "Then I really forgot. I called two buddies and broke his legs with a hood."
Our Wanghai people are truly simple and honest… Chen Tinghan blinked, then suddenly laughed out loud and shook his head: “Did anyone see it?”
"No, I promise not. This is not the first time we have done this." Old Lu patted his chest proudly.
"Where's the surveillance?"
He froze again and said, "It should be fine. They all wore helmets and took off their cards before doing it."
Chen Tinghan's expression remained unchanged. He pulled out another bill and said, "Let's go to a shop a little further away and out of the way. Have someone repaint the car, paint it new and then make it look old. It would be best if they could splash some mud and water on it and make a few cuts with a knife."
Old Lu laughed heartily, gave a thumbs-up and said, "You were born to do this, a real spy."
He didn't take the money, saying, "Boss, if you give me this money, it would be like you're hiring a killer. It's inappropriate, very inappropriate."
Chen Tinghan insisted on stuffing the money in and said, "If you get caught, I'll have a headache."
During this period, Chen Tinghan operated an intelligence network composed of Lao Lu and his motorcycle taxi. He paid money and Lao Lu helped him to spy everywhere and see what was going on. Of course, he would not involve himself in anything too troublesome. Firstly, he did not think that Lao Lu was capable of any high-intensity confidentiality work. Secondly, for a few dozen or a hundred yuan, he could hire someone to run errands and it would be good enough if he could just take a look when passing by.
As for Ji Yanghai, he was watching him personally.
He could not have imagined that Old Lu actually had a side that hated evil.
Old Lu said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, boss, I'm really angry. I also have a daughter."
At this point, the rain stopped. Chen Tinghan pulled down the umbrella buckle, shook off the raindrops on the umbrella, and said, "It's okay, I'll take care of it later."
I've only just said this, but things have actually been settled a long time ago. As long as nothing goes wrong with Zhou Jinwei, everything will be fine.
Having said that, Lao Lu left, but Chen Tinghan was not in a hurry to leave.
It is now four o'clock in the afternoon on Monday. The nearby office buildings are still bustling with work and the schools are still in session. However, as the seven-day holiday is approaching, everyone is a little restless. At this time, you can already see a few Haishan students wandering the streets.
Chen Tinghan also attended a key junior high school in the city. The school rules were numerous and extremely strict. So when he entered high school, he felt that the school atmosphere of Haiyi Middle School was already relaxed enough, and he did not expect that there was a school that was even more rigorous than it.
After all, it is a well-known school in the city for several student sexual scandals every year. The average family background of its students is even higher than that of Haiyi Middle School. It is a veritable aristocratic school.
The moderator of the school union forum he contacted was most likely a student of Haishan.
Chen Tinghan finally got him out. They were going to talk about the campus wall in person today. The agreed location was a nearby open-air cafe.
He sat down in the corner and waited for the other party to appear.
Five minutes later, a tall, well-built man in his early thirties arrived as promised. He stood beside him and asked tentatively, "Are you Shen Shang?"
This was Chen Tinghan's online name. He gestured for a seat and asked, "What's your name, brother?"
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