Another guest from the Han Group came to see Han Fei.
The door opened slightly, and a figure walked in.
He was a middle-aged man, dressed in a crisp military uniform.
"You must be Mr. Han? My uncle asked me to come and find you."
Han Fei nodded, gesturing for him to sit down. "Old Gu sent you to see me, is there something important?"
"It's about Kelly. Kelly sent a capable subordinate to Dragon Kingdom, and his target is probably your little granddaughter."
"What is this person's status by Kelly's side?" Han Fei asked in a deep voice.
"Very high. Possibly one of the key figures."
"Looks like a big fish."
"The other party is too tight-lipped; this is really troublesome."
"If it's not going to work, then we'll keep grinding it out."
Just then, Han Li brought Grandpa Tang over. As soon as the door opened, Grandpa Tang saw the middle-aged man at a glance. He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened and he exclaimed in surprise.
But then, as if remembering something, he quickly covered his mouth, though his eyes remained fixed on the other person and their military uniform.
The middle-aged man's lips curled into a half-smile: "Long time no see."
Old Master Tang took a deep breath, as if to calm his excitement: "You kid... I really didn't expect to meet you here."
His voice was filled with surprise and emotion, as if at this moment, all the years had flowed back to the days they had spent together.
This kid... he's still alive.
It's surprising, but it's also a good thing.
In the once-prosperous port city, Old Master Tang had a capable lieutenant, a truly remarkable figure. Back then, it was precisely thanks to this subordinate's wisdom and courage that Old Master Tang was able to arrogantly and domineeringly occupy a place in the ever-changing world of business, enjoying boundless glory.
However, this good fortune didn't last long. One day, this capable subordinate suddenly passed away.
His body was mangled beyond recognition, blown apart so badly that no one could identify him. The incident caused quite a stir at the time, and Old Master Tang was deeply shocked and saddened.
"Boss Tang, you still look as energetic as ever," the middle-aged man said with a smile, a smile that seemed to hold a deeper meaning.
A hint of vicissitude and helplessness flickered in Old Master Tang's eyes, finally turning into a deep sigh: "Alas, my health is really not what it used to be. But looking at you, you seem to be doing very well, looking quite energetic."
The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "I suppose so. I have some things to take care of, so I won't keep you company any longer."
"Alright, you go ahead with your work." Old Master Tang waved his hand.
Old Master Tang watched the middle-aged man leave, and as he watched the man's figure recede into the distance, a wave of emotion and bitterness welled up in his heart.
Nearly two decades have passed in a flash, and the moment of reuniting with old friends came so suddenly.
I once thought that my old friend had long since passed away and turned to dust, but things are unpredictable. He has lived a wonderful life in the world with another identity.
At this moment, many of the doubts that had been lingering in Old Master Tang's mind gradually became clear.
It turns out that the old friend had always been an undercover agent.
That terrifying explosion turned out to be a carefully orchestrated charade by an old friend, solely to conceal their true identity and disappear from the world with a plausible excuse.
Now that he has started a new life, I should not entangle him any further. After twenty years apart, I don't know when we will meet again. Perhaps by then, my old bones will be buried.
He used to be the one to pay homage to the deceased, but in the future, it's uncertain whether he will be able to receive such homage from the deceased.
Old Master Tang looked tired: "Old Han, I'm going back now."
Han Fei: "..."
You came just to see me once and then leave?
He also noticed that there was some history between Old Master Tang and Old Gu's nephew, which must have stirred up some unpleasant memories for Old Master Tang.
When Mr. Tang left, his back looked somewhat hunched, as if the frost of time had eroded his former uprightness.
Han Li looked completely bewildered: "Brother, what does he want with you?"
"Maybe he just came to see Xiao Qi," Han Fei replied casually.
"Brother, this old man ordered a thousand cases of the new product. Is it reliable?"
"New product?"
“I was testing the new product when he came over to me and said he wanted to meet your brother. Then he started eating the new product, and while he was eating, he told me he wanted to order a thousand cases. He gave me a phone number and told me to prepare the goods and call that person.”
"Since he's placed the order, let's prepare the goods."
"But we didn't receive a deposit, and we haven't signed a contract..."
"This old man is rich, so he's not worried about not having enough money to pay the bill."
Han Fei was well aware of Old Master Tang's status in Hong Kong. Although Hong Kong was now peaceful and the underworld no longer existed, it had long since transformed into a security company, a credit union, and other similar businesses.
Presumably, Old Master Tang intended to distribute these thousand boxes of goods to his subordinates.
"Bro, is the new product approved or not? I initially thought it was too sweet and was about to cross it off, but he ordered a thousand boxes, so it seems like it's okay now?"
“Since you think it’s substandard, then it can’t be considered a qualified product. His batch is an exception.”
"Brother, what's that old man's identity? And that guy in military uniform, he seems to have some past with that old man?"
"Stop asking questions!" Han Fei tapped his head.
...
The middle-aged man's feelings were complicated at this moment. When he was by Tang's side, he was terrified, always worried that his identity would be exposed and he would be killed.
He faked his death and successfully returned to the mainland, thinking he would never see Boss Tang again in his life.
I never expected to see Boss Tang again in Mr. Han's office.
...
Old Master Gu actually came to Han Fei's place for dinner today. Naturally, Han Fei had to roll up his sleeves and cook for this distinguished guest himself.
Old Gu ate more than usual, and the young police officer beside him kept advising him, "You can't eat anymore, you need to control your oil and sugar intake... blah blah blah..."
"Get out of here!" Old Gu was getting annoyed with him.
"Old Han, have you seen my nephew?"
"I did see him, and I even encountered something interesting."
"Oh? What's interesting?"
Han Fei briefly described the subtle relationship between the middle-aged man and Old Master Tang.
Upon hearing this, Old Gu sighed, "Back then, my little nephew was very ambitious. He insisted on relying on his own abilities to go undercover in Hong Kong, almost losing his life in the process. In the end, he was killed in an explosion, and they even made up a fake corpse, a bloody mess. Who would have thought that the boss would still throw him a grand funeral..."
Han Fei's gaze gradually darkened.
Fake death.
Blood and gore.
He then thought of Xiao Qi from the original novel.
Could it be... that he faked his death too?
But that's not right either. Han Chengliu had his DNA tested and confirmed that she was his biological sister.
Unless the DNA is fake...
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