To reconstruct a person's appearance based on verbal descriptions requires the narrator to have a deep impression of the subject and also to have accurate expression skills.
However, Liao Chengren lacked both of these qualities. He had only been in contact with Turner for a short time, so his impression of him was naturally not deep. He was also oblivious to the appearance of white people, feeling that all white people looked the same. He couldn't even accurately judge Turner's age.
This situation is actually quite common. Due to racial differences, there is little distinguishing between people. The same applies to white people looking at yellow people. Unless they are familiar acquaintances who interact frequently, they all look the same to each other.
In the end, despite all the effort, only a rough sketch was completed.
Looking at the finished product in his hand, Ning Zhiheng could only shake his head and give up helplessly. The facial features of the person in the painting were completely unremarkable and generic.
He hadn't drawn portraits in a long time, mainly because he rarely got involved in frontline intelligence work these days. This time, he finally put this skill to use again, but the result was unsatisfactory, which made him somewhat frustrated.
According to Liao Chengren's description, Ning Zhiheng did not learn much. This Mr. Turner was a middle-aged white man with an ordinary build and appearance. He was not particularly noticeable among foreigners in Hong Kong. Ning Zhiheng was even certain that the name was fake.
As you can imagine, the difficulty of the search is immense. If it were in Chongqing or Shanghai, Ning Zhiheng might be able to find the target, but this is Hong Kong, so it's impossible for him to find it.
Thinking of this, he looked at Liao Chengren again; this was the only lead he had at the moment.
"Mr. Liao, it seems I'll have to trouble you again."
Liao Chengren said awkwardly, "Mr. Qi, I really can't help you much. How about I return the money to you? I can't accept a reward for something I haven't done!"
After saying that, he made a move to take the money out of his pocket. He wasn't greedy; the payment for the copying was rightfully his, but this money was too easy to earn, and the other party was clearly dissatisfied, so he felt embarrassed to take it.
"No, no!" Ning Zhiheng waved his hand, of course he didn't care about such a small amount of money, and his expression became even more amiable, "On the contrary, I am very satisfied with today's harvest, you should receive more reward, like this..."
At this point, he took out his wallet again, picked through it, took out a bank draft, and handed it to Liao Chengren.
This was the third time Liao Chengren had seen Ning Zhiheng take money out of his wallet today. The first two times it was cash, but the third time he simply took out a bank draft. Each time the amount was larger than the last.
"This is two thousand dollars!"
Liao Chengren's eyes widened immediately, and he withdrew his outstretched hand as if he had been electrocuted. Even if he was slow to react, he could already sense that something was wrong. The film he had copied was definitely not ordinary microfilm. Neither Mr. Turner nor Mr. Qi in front of him were good people. Things were definitely not simple, and he was afraid that he was about to get into trouble.
He waved his hands repeatedly in refusal, saying, "That's too much, Mr. Qi. I don't know what your purpose is, nor do I know what's inside the film. I'm just an ordinary person..."
Ning Zhiheng looked at it and couldn't help but feel helpless. He had been too generous and scared Liao Chengren into not daring to accept the money. He had made a fool of himself.
He reassured him, "Mr. Liao, you've misunderstood. My only goal is to find this Mr. Turner. All you have to do is give me a call when he reappears, and you don't need to worry about anything else."
Liao Chengren was taken aback. He asked in confusion, "Mr. Qi, do you mean Mr. Turner will come looking for me again?"
"It's just a possibility. Of course, if he doesn't come back, consider the two thousand dollars as your reward for your hard work, and let's call it a day. If he does come looking for you again, then find a chance to secretly inform me. Remember, don't alarm him. I'll leave you my phone number. After it's done, I'll pay you another three thousand dollars. And I guarantee that there won't be any entanglements in the end, and your safety will absolutely not be a problem."
After hearing Ning Zhiheng's words, Liao Chengren felt his heart pounding wildly. Five thousand US dollars was undoubtedly a huge sum of money that could change his life. All he had to do was make a phone call and do nothing else. He would have the two thousand US dollars in his hands. This was a great stroke of luck!
He looked at Ning Zhiheng with some disbelief, forced himself to calm down, and said, "Mr. Qi, are you telling the truth?"
Seeing Liao Chengren's expression, Ning Zhiheng nodded to himself. The deal was done. In this world, how many ordinary people can keep their minds pure under the temptation of money when they struggle to make a living? Besides, this was just a small favor for Liao Chengren.
The two quickly reached an agreement. Liao Chengren readily agreed to Ning Zhiheng's request and explained everything clearly before Ning Zhiheng left the library.
Meanwhile, at a street corner near the pier, Fei Zai and Ah Ren were cornered by a group of people. The leader, though not tall, was broad-shouldered and burly. This strong man was none other than Lan Gui Dong, the head of the gambling den.
His face was fierce and menacing as he looked at Fei Zai and Ah Ren. He slowly approached them, spat hard, and cursed, "You bastard, you owe so much money. I only gave you three days because of your boss's face. But what have you done? You haven't been seen at all these days. You run away as soon as you see me. What, are you planning to shirk your debts?"
It turns out that Fei Zai and Ah Ren had been scouting the area around the dock for the past few days, planning to sneak in and retrieve the cigars, which meant they hadn't had time to gamble.
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