When Ning Zhiheng saw the name "Xuezhi Photo Studio," he immediately remembered that the photo was taken by him and a few friends at the gate of the Army Officer School.
Xuezhi Photo Studio was located not far from the entrance of the Army Officer School. Many photos of the instructors and students at the Army Officer School were taken by them, as were many ID photos. This group photo was also taken by a photographer from Xuezhi Photo Studio.
Could the problem lie here? Ning Zhiheng remembered that not long after the photos were taken, An Yuanqing was hit by a stray bullet during live-fire training and had been recuperating in the hospital. However, his injuries were not serious, and he was soon picked up by his family.
It was Ke Chengyun who went to pick up the photos. It seems that An Yuanqing had already been expelled from school and taken away by his family when he picked up the photos. Could it be that Ke Chengyun only took four photos and left the extra one at Xuezhi Photo Studio?
Xuezhi Photo Studio was almost exclusively used by army officers and military academies, doing mostly business with them. They usually kept a lot of photos of military academy students. Could it be that Japanese spies went to Xuezhi Photo Studio to look for Ning Zhiheng's photo because of this, and luckily found this old photo? The more Ning Zhiheng thought about it, the more sense it made. He had to go and see for himself!
He drove his own car out of the Military Intelligence Investigation Department and headed straight for the Army Officer School.
Arriving at Xuezhi Photo Studio near the gate, I parked the car at a distance and slowly walked inside. This photo studio has always been quite popular. At this moment, there were several army cadets dressed in soldier uniforms queuing up to have their photos taken.
Ning Zhiheng stepped forward, looked at the thin middle-aged man, and called out, "Boss Fang!"
Upon hearing Ning Zhiheng's shout, Boss Fang turned around and saw the young man in front of him. Looking at his youthful appearance, he seemed like a cadet, but his calm and composed demeanor was more like that of a high-ranking instructor at a military academy. In addition, he was not wearing a military uniform, but a well-fitting Zhongshan civilian suit. For a moment, he could not tell who this person was.
However, many people in this military academy recognize Mr. Fang, the owner of Xuezhi Photo Studio, but how does Mr. Fang know so many people?
Mr. Fang nodded and smiled at Ning Zhiheng, saying, "You want to take photos? Just a moment, it'll be ready soon."
Ning Zhiheng waited patiently to the side. After Boss Fang finished taking ID photos for the students, he turned to Ning Zhiheng and asked, "Sir, what kind of photos would you like to take? Outdoor or indoor photos?"
Ning Zhiheng smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Boss Fang, I don't take photos. I just have some questions to ask. I took a photo here before, but it was lost. I was wondering if you still have the old photo here."
Hearing Ning Zhiheng's words, Boss Fang chuckled and said, "I have a lot of old photos here, mostly of students from military academies. But there are quite a few photos, so you'll have to find them yourself."
After saying that, he led Ning Zhiheng to the next room, pointed to a table in the corner with several wooden boxes stacked on it, and said, "These are old photos that haven't been claimed yet, and there are also quite a few extra photos that have been developed. I develop one or two each time, just in case it's not enough, so I don't have to develop them again. There are quite a few people like you who come looking for old photos, I don't know if there are any photos of you."
Upon hearing this, Ning Zhiheng realized that, just as he had suspected, this Mr. Fang possessed a considerable number of old photographs. He stepped forward, opened several wooden boxes, and found many photos inside.
He looked down and searched carefully, making sure no more of his photos were lost. In the end, he didn't find any of his photos, and Ning Zhiheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned and left the room, walked up to Boss Fang, took out the photo from his pocket, and said with a smile, "Boss Fang, I found it, it's this photo."
Mr. Fang smiled and nodded, took the photo, glanced at it, and was slightly taken aback. He quickly recovered and said, "Fifty copper coins will do!"
Ning Zhiheng noticed this subtle change in Fang's expression and knew that Fang remembered the photo. It seemed that his judgment was correct, so he asked, "Mr. Fang, is there anyone else like me who is looking for this photo?"
Upon hearing this, Boss Fang nodded and said, "Someone came looking for this photo yesterday morning. Luckily, I had two copies here, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to find it."
Sure enough, it was right here. The Japanese were really cunning; they managed to find a loophole here, and in the end, they still succeeded.
Ning Zhiheng then took out several large bills from his pocket and gently placed them on the counter.
"What is this? There's way too much!" Boss Fang was stunned when he saw the banknotes. He didn't understand Ning Zhiheng's meaning, so he didn't dare to take the money easily.
Ning Zhiheng smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Fang, this is just a small token of my appreciation. I just wanted to know if you know the person who came looking for this photo yesterday morning?"
Upon hearing that it was only to find someone, Boss Fang felt relieved and quickly said, "I don't know this person. I can't accept money without doing anything for it. Please keep the money."
After saying that, he pushed the banknotes back in front of Ning Zhiheng, but Ning Zhiheng casually pushed them back.
"Mr. Fang, I just want to ask you to describe his appearance, height, and accent. I think he might be an old friend I've been looking for. Please help me out, Mr. Fang." Ning Zhiheng took out two more large bills and placed them on the counter. "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Fang!"
"This is too kind of you, alright, alright! Let me explain it to you properly!" Boss Fang was all smiles at this point. He reached out and picked up the banknotes on the counter, then gestured for Ning Zhiheng to sit down in the inner room. He then brought out white paper and paintbrushes as Ning Zhiheng had instructed.
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