It was 11 o'clock at night, on the way home.

Chen Fan sat in the back row and rubbed his swollen head.

At the end of tonight's dinner, Chen Fan didn't know how much he had drunk.

In short, I received a lot of phone numbers and postcards, and even a few apprentices who liked racing.

Chen Fan thought it was worthwhile to get drunk in exchange for a chance to join the circle.

"Mr. Feng, do you have any cigarettes?"

"Yes." Feng Pojun explained awkwardly while driving: "Boss, I don't smoke any good cigarettes."

"It's okay. Give it to me."

Feng Pojun then took out a box of cigarettes and handed them over together with a lighter.

Chen Fan sat up straight, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, let the smoke enter his lungs, and then exhaled. His mind became clearer for a while.

녈 He opened the car window and let the evening breeze in. Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more comfortable.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he glanced at Feng Pojun who was concentrating on driving in front of him.

Chen Fan said slowly: "Old Feng, why don't you find a trustworthy guy from the security team to drive for me tomorrow. You won't have to run around with me every day."

Feng Pojun was startled.

"Boss, you don't trust me anymore?"

"No, sir, you are a good security manager now, there is no need for you to come and be my driver."

Lao Feng said in a muffled voice: "Compared to working in the club, I prefer to be a driver beside the boss."

Chen Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and shook his head.

"As you wish."

"By the way, where do you live now?"

"I rented a one-bedroom apartment near the club. It's enough for one person."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "You are one of the first elders who started the business with me."

"Starting a business was difficult before, and you all suffered with me. Now that I have finally achieved some success, I have neglected the benefits of you, the elders."

"Well, I'll discuss this with CEO Ding in a couple of days and come up with some rules and regulations to increase the benefits for you management and the outstanding employees."

Old Feng turned his head and grinned.

"Thank you, boss. But I don't have much money."

Chen Fan was happy.

"Don't let the other management of the club know what you said, or they will beat you up."

Feng Pojun scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Old Feng, you are only about ten years old this year, right?"

"Um."

Chen Fan sighed: "At your age, you haven't thought about finding another one?"

Lao Feng concentrated on driving and spoke in a muffled voice after a while.

"It's good to be alone."

Chen Fan said no more, knowing that this guy had not yet gotten over the grief of his wife's death.

"I'm going to your place tonight to hang out with you. I've drunk too much and it's getting late, so I won't go back to avoid being nagged by my mom."

Lao Feng was a little embarrassed: "Boss, I'm a little messy..."

Chen Fan laughed and said, "I don't have a cleanliness fetish, so I can just make do with it for one night."

Throwing the burnt cigarette butt out of the window, Chen Fan suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right. There's something you can check for me."

"Ruochu told me that when the car crashed that day, I was unconscious and she couldn't drag me out of the car by herself. In the end, a passerby helped her to drag me out..."

"Please help me check where this person is. It's been so many days, I have to express my gratitude."

Feng Pojun nodded.

"That's easy. I'll do it tomorrow."

Chen Fan then asked, "Has Lao Yang agreed to stay?"

"Yeah. She said she's putting the rest of her life on her boss."

Chen Fan smiled. "Don't worry, I won't let you down."

"Take some time to settle the money from the last mission with me, and give me an extra 5,000 yuan as a bonus."

"Also tell you to stay in the dark for the time being, don't show up, and don't let anyone know your relationship with us."

"Old Sheep has only one mission now. Keep a close eye on the Zhao family."

"Especially our second young master, Zhao Longqi. I'm keeping a close eye on his every move."

Feng Pojun hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Boss, are you sure the person behind this is the Zhao family?"

"We have not yet found the person who called Song Mingjie."

Chen Fan sneered.

"Besides you, I can't think of anyone else in Yunhai who hates me so much."

"It's easy to determine if you're right or not, if you do this..."

Chen Fan whispered a few words, and Old Feng nodded to show that he understood.

On the way back, Chen Fan called his mother and said that he had played with friends too late that night, so he would not go home and would stay at his friend's house for one night.

Li Jinqiu didn't say anything, but just reminded his son to be careful and not drink.

Back at Lao Feng's residence, Lao Feng cleaned the master bedroom and gave it to Chen Fan to live in, and he moved to the sofa in the living room.

Chen Fan was on the balcony chatting with Su Ruochu over the phone as usual.

Lao Feng took Song Mingjie's phone, turned it on, and then found the number that Song Mingjie had mentioned last time.

Sent a text message.

"What do you mean? Aren't you going to help me leave?"

"I have a feeling the police will find me soon."

"Hmph. If you guys don't help me, don't blame me for being rude. I'll tell you everything and we'll die together."

After posting, there was still no response.

Lao Feng smoked a cigarette and started to send another message as his boss taught him.

"I knew you would turn against me. You want me to take the blame alone? Humph, luckily I have a trick up my sleeve. Don't think I don't know who you are."

"I have nothing left. I am not afraid of death, but Mr. Zhao, do you dare to fight to the death with me?"

Directly pointing out the Zhao family was a risky move. If the person behind the scenes wasn't from the Zhao family, Chen Fan would probably never be able to find the person in the future.

This time, about three minutes later, my phone vibrated with a message.

Feng Pojun clicked it and took a look.

"What do you mean?"

Upon hearing this news, Feng Pojun's mouth curled up.

The fish is caught. It looks like the boss made the right bet.

Opposite is Zhao's house.

Soon, a call came from 뀘녈, but Feng Pojun refused to answer it.

Yes, hang up again.

This time, he seemed a little angry.

"What do you mean?"

Feng Pojun replied: "I'm sorry, I don't trust you now. I'm afraid that you, the Zhao family, will betray me."

To: "How did you know?"

Feng Pojun: "Don't worry about how I know this. I just want to say one thing now. If you want to fight to the death, I will turn myself in tonight."

Sure enough, his attitude towards me softened.

"Mr. Song, don't be angry. We never thought of betraying our friends from the beginning to the end. You think too much."

"We haven't contacted you for a few days because we are also trying to find a way to get you out of Yunhai."

Feng Pojun: "Stop talking nonsense. I don't believe a word you say now."

To: "What do you want?"

Feng Pojun: "It's very simple. I have 50,000 plus a fake passport. It must be in cash."

"Give me the money and I'll leave immediately and never come back."

To: "Are you sure you can keep your mouth shut if I pay you?"

Feng Pojun: "Don't worry. I keep my word."

To: "Okay. Come on, let's meet and make a deal."

Feng Pojun thought for a moment and replied, "Tomorrow night, Westport Pier, 11pm. Remember, only you can bring the money."

"I'll leave right away after I get the money."

"Okay. It's a deal."

Feng Pojun knew he had been hooked, so he put away his phone, stood up and walked towards the bedroom next door. He had to report to his boss.