Then he took out a business card, put it on the table, and said, "Contact me if you have any questions."
Chen Tinghan was surprised, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm flattered."
"Don't feel stressed, just have fun here." Zhu Wenjing said, "When I came up with this place, I was still in school. I used to have energy and enthusiasm and loved to tinker around, but not anymore. This is a place for young people, so have fun."
After Zhu Wenjing said this, he left, leaving Chen Tinghan and Lin Xueyan looking at each other.
Even with Chen Tinghan's clever mind, it was difficult for him to understand the development of the situation.
The atmosphere and direction of the scene suddenly changed. Some people began to feel regretful, thinking that they had misjudged the intruder. They began to re-evaluate this newcomer and wondered how to start a conversation quietly without letting others see their previous contempt.
No one would think that Chen Tinghan was a student from an ordinary background anymore. The person sitting opposite him was Zhu Wenjing, the legendary figure of Wanghai back then.
It was Lin Xueyan who took the initiative and said, "After talking with you last time, I've become more open-minded. Although I still haven't given up, I have shifted the focus of my life away from it. People often say that after searching high and low for something, you will find it without any effort. I think this describes what happened after that."
"By chance, when the people Brother Jing sent down to investigate one last time along the same lines of thought, we finally found a clue about the motorcycle taxi driver."
Chen Tinghan had a bad feeling in his heart, but it was just a slight one.
He knew about this matter; Old Lu had informed him, and the matter had been handled smoothly. The so-called clues were a smokescreen he could release. The vest he put on Old Lu was very comprehensive, including why no one had been able to find him before, and why the clues were later revealed and people could follow them. He had made up a reasonable explanation.
The story is three-quarters true and seven-quarters false. If you can mostly attribute it to coincidence, and let Old Lu play himself, act a little greedy, and act like he is envious of the thank-you gifts from the Zhu and Lin families, but can never get them, you can probably get away with it.
Even if someone wanted to investigate, the so-called chain of evidence and trajectory of action were all fabricated by him, and he even deliberately mixed in some exaggerated lies that were in line with Old Lu's character.
Yes, it should be foolproof.
In a flash, Chen Tinghan cleared his mind, picked up the drink and took a sip, then said sincerely, "Congratulations, I can finally fulfill my wish."
"Then," Lin Xueyan continued, "I met the driver some time ago and gave him some money as a thank you. The matter should have ended there."
"Should have?" Chen Tinghan couldn't help but ask.
"Yes." Her voice suddenly became much deeper, and she said softly, "There are some things I haven't told Brother Jing."
"What's the matter?" The uneasiness in Chen Tinghan's heart suddenly became stronger.
"That's right, I discovered that the motorcycle driver named Lu was actually in contact with you privately, and the contact was very frequent."
boom!
It was like a thunderclap, and Chen Tinghan's scalp suddenly felt numb.
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