It's confirmed! Both microfilm rolls were made by Liao Chengren. Ning Zhiheng was relieved to have found the right person.
At this moment, Liao Chengren came back, holding a magnifying glass, and handed it to Ning Zhiheng.
Ning Zhiheng took it, examined it carefully, and then nodded and smiled, "Very good, Mr. Liao, thank you so much."
Seeing that Ning Zhiheng was very satisfied, Liao Chengren said happily, "It was nothing. Mr. Qi, you can come to me anytime you need anything in the future."
This time, Ning Zhiheng gave him a generous reward, which was equivalent to half a year's salary in just a short time. He was naturally excited and wished he could have such an opportunity again.
Upon hearing this, Ning Zhiheng immediately followed up, saying, "Of course, I'll be troubling you a lot in the future, Mr. Liao. I have something I'd like to ask you about right now."
"Okay, okay, please go ahead!" Liao Chengren readily agreed.
Ning Zhiheng waved the two rolls of film in front of Liao Chengren and asked directly, "Mr. Liao, let me be frank. You know in your heart that you made these two rolls of film yourself, don't you?"
Ning Zhiheng's words made Liao Chengren pause for a moment. After a long while, he nodded somewhat awkwardly and said, "That's right. Since Mr. Qi has figured it out, I won't hide it from you. The film you brought was also copied by me. I just don't know where you got it from?"
“That’s exactly what I wanted to know!” Ning Zhiheng said calmly. He had already figured it out: Liao Chengren had no idea what the real contents of the film were, nor did he have any other identity. He was simply making a copy of the microfilm for someone else.
The person who found Liao Chengren to copy the film was either Yong Feng or that mole.
"I'd also like to know, who came here and asked you, Mr. Liao, to copy the film, and how many copies were made in total?"
Liao Chengren immediately shook his head and said, "I can't say that, Mr. Qi. You're asking me a difficult question. I keep my promises."
Ning Zhiheng couldn't help but laugh, and immediately took out his wallet again, saying, "Mr. Liao, this person is also a friend of mine. I'm looking for him. If you can provide any clues, I will definitely reward you handsomely."
Another stack of banknotes was handed over, but Liao Chengren shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Qi. First of all, I promised him that I wouldn't mention this matter to anyone. However, since you already know, there's nothing I can do. Secondly, I really don't know this person. I've never met him before, only briefly. I can't provide any clues."
Ning Zhiheng didn't say much and simply stuffed the banknotes into Liao Chengren's pocket.
"What is this...?"
“Mr. Liao, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know this person. My requirements are not high. Just tell me how much you need.”
Ultimately, Liao Chengren couldn't resist the temptation of money and agreed. He recalled for a moment and said, "Just a few days ago, a foreigner came to our door with the same purpose as you: to copy microfilm. He made two copies in total."
"A foreigner? Do you know what country he's from?"
“I really didn’t know that. He claimed to be named Turner, but I felt he was more like a British person. However, we communicated entirely in Chinese. And you know what? His Chinese was very fluent. Even the British teachers at our school are only at this level,” Liao Chengren replied.
Ning Zhiheng nodded to himself. This was indeed a valuable clue. Hong Kong is an international port city with many foreigners living there. It's not unusual for foreigners to speak Chinese, but very few can speak it fluently. This person must have some special experience or profession and have put in a lot of effort in learning Chinese, otherwise it would be difficult to do so.
However, Hong Kong was a British colony after all, and the vast majority of its inhabitants were British, so it is highly likely that this person is British.
"Height and build?"
"Height? About the same as you, Mr. Qi, but a bit more robust."
This was expected. Even though Ning Zhiheng's stature is considered tall among people of East Asian descent, his large frame does not appear exaggerated in appearance, and he is not much different from an ordinary person.
However, the following description did not go smoothly. In Liao Chengren's words, Turner's appearance was very ordinary, nothing more than deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and fair skin. When asked to describe it in more detail, he could not say anything.
Even though Ning Zhiheng brought paper and pen and painstakingly recreated Liao Chengren's description bit by bit, the result still left Ning Zhiheng very dissatisfied.
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