Zhang Jianhao strode into the house, followed by Zhang Duoshu carrying a large bag of fried dough sticks and soy milk.
"Um."
Zhang Cheng took the five train tickets to Wenzhou and glanced at everyone: "After breakfast, Jianhao, Duoshu, Guangdi, and Panfu, come with me to the credit union."
"Brother, shall we go get the money?"
"What else? Go rob someone?" Zhang Cheng glanced at him. This kid only ever had one idea in his head.
Half an hour later, at the credit union.
Zhang Cheng took four thousand yuan, kept two thousand for himself, and left five hundred for each of the other four people.
Going to Wenzhou is like entering a dragon's den or a tiger's lair; money is your only courage.
As soon as I stepped out of the credit union, the pager on my waist started vibrating violently.
Zhang Cheng picked it up and saw a short message.
Protective equipment has arrived at the clothing store.
His eyes narrowed, and he immediately called out to the others, "Let's go to the clothing store!"
In front of Wei Cheng Clothing Store, a large truck covered with a thick tarpaulin, like a steel behemoth, was silently parked on the side of the road.
A burly man, at least 1.9 meters tall, jumped out of the driver's seat, and the ground seemed to tremble the moment he landed.
His expensive suit was stretched so tight by his bulging muscles that it looked like it was about to burst.
Standing at the door, Li Yuanyuan looked at the centipede-shaped scar across the burly man's square face and felt a little short of breath. She had no doubt that he could kill a bull with one punch.
"Are you Boss Li?"
The burly man spoke, his voice hoarse and low. He grinned, trying to appear kind, but it only made him look more ferocious.
"We have delivered what Mr. Zhang requested."
"Oh...oh..." Li Yuanyuan was so frightened by the murderous aura that rushed towards her that she was speechless for a moment.
"Where to unload it?"
Just as Li Yuanyuan was at a loss, a steady voice came from behind her.
"Unload it into the back warehouse."
Zhang Cheng strode over with Zhang Jianhao and the others. He walked straight up to the burly man, a calm smile on his face, and extended his hand.
"Hello, I am Zhang Cheng."
"Boss Zhang, just call me Lao Si."
The fourth brother extended his large, fan-like hand and shook hands with Zhang Cheng.
"Fourth brother, you've come from afar. Haven't you eaten yet? Let's find a place to eat and chat," Zhang Cheng said politely.
"I ate on the train."
The fourth brother shook his head, turned around, took a brown paper bag from the passenger seat, and handed it to Zhang-Cheng.
"Mr. Zhang, here is the information you requested."
Zhang Cheng took the paper bag and pulled out three sheets of paper from it.
His pupils contracted slightly after just one glance.
The information provided by Jiang Yuhong was outrageously detailed.
Nian Long, a 41-year-old resident of Wenzhou city...
From his rise to power to how many mistresses he had, where they lived, and even his own lifestyle habits, everything was meticulously recorded.
This is not data.
This is clearly a death notice.
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