Situ Ming frowned. A big guy?
He remembered the little girl's driver and suddenly realized what was going on.
I took the file and opened it. Inside was a portrait sketch and the address of Fengdu, Jiujiang.
The old man in the painting is triangular in shape, with sharp and refined eyes. He wears Taoist hair tied up and his surname is Bai, but he has no given name.
Situ Ming put the portrait into a file folder. "Regarding the development plan for the Third Ring Road, you should do the preparatory work first. We'll discuss it in a meeting if anything comes up."
"Yes, Ninth Master!"
In the evening, he walked into the ward with a file folder. Wen Zhengtian was taking his medicine.
"Didn't I tell you not to come? Why are you here again?"
The caregiver helped Wen Zhengtian lie down slowly.
"Of course I need to talk to you," Situ Mingye said, turning the blanket around. "Do you know a place called Fengdu in Jiujiang City?"
"Never heard of it. This doesn't sound like a place name."
Situ Ming pulled up a chair and sat down on the bed, then handed the file folder to Wen Zhengtian.
"Call Wang Biao out; I have something for him to do."
Wen Zhengtian picked up the landline on the bedside table, dialed a number, and hung up after three beeps.
He opened the file folder and saw a sketch of a person he didn't recognize.
"This is?"
Situ Ming said slowly, "Old man, you might still be able to stand up, it all depends on whether we can find this person."
Wen Zhengtian was taken aback, looked at the drawing, and asked, "Who gave you this?"
"Xiaoyue gave it to me!"
Wen Zhengtian: "??!"
He didn't know what to say for the first time, but after thinking about it, it wasn't hard for a young girl to know about these strange people.
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