Zhou Jingzhen called Chen Ergou again, still feeling uneasy, and immediately put down the urgent matters at hand to rush from Suzhou to Nanjing. He finally arrived at Zhongshan Golf Course, where the atmosphere was tense. Although Chen Ergou had downplayed the incident and warned Wei Dongchong not to exaggerate, Fang Jie and several other women were still frightened by what they heard. Zhou Jingzhen's face turned pale as she hugged Wei Dongchong tightly. The two people involved in the incident, however, remained calm. Chen Ergou said to Fang Jie, "I remembered the license plates of those two cars."

  "If you dare to be so reckless and crash into me, you must have a fake license plate or simply replaced it with a fake one." Fang Jie sighed.

  "Director Fang, I think we can start with the car maintenance or insurance aspects from the past few days. I'm not too clear about the situation with that Lexus E350, but I have 70-80% confidence in the Land Cruiser's condition. With it being damaged like that, I believe it should be quite recognizable. Do you have any resources in this regard? As long as we have a general entry point, we can let those two friends of mine take care of it boldly. They're idle at Shi Qingfeng anyway, they can't just eat without doing anything." Chen Ergou reminded in a low voice.

  "I can find a few friends from insurance companies, but the car repair shop is a bit of a headache. You ask Jiang Zifang first, and I'll let **** take a look to see if there are any clues in this regard." Fang Jie nodded, busy speculating which force couldn't hold back and started to make a move against the Wei family, really didn't think of these two breakthroughs.

  She couldn't help but glance at the young man who seemed to be forever humble in the Wei family villa, and her own anxiety also subsided. Looking at Zhou Jingzhen, whose mind was in a mess, and then at Ji Jing, who was equally at a loss, Fang Jie felt that after all, their home really needed a man who could stand up and take charge at critical moments. Although this young man was not yet sophisticated enough, it seemed that he wouldn't need to be polished for too long before he could say and do some things that she herself didn't want to face.

  After this disturbance, Zhou Jingyun and Ji Jing finally woke up to the fact that Qiao Baizhi was dead, but there was still a son, Qiao Liu, who was more outstanding than his father. Wei Duan Gong was dead, leaving behind only a widow and her daughter.

  Wei Dongchong insisted on visiting Chen Ergou's room, so Fang Jie let Chen Ergou take her to the second floor. After Chen Ergou's slightly thin figure disappeared from view on the stairs, Fang Jie put down the tea cup she had specially bought from Jingdezhen and observed the expressions of the two women opposite her. She knew that speaking with facts was much more useful than her own bitter words. In fact, she had always wanted to tell these two women, who were constantly on guard against her, that she wasn't after Wei Duan Gong's money. If she really didn't let go, the Wei family wouldn't even have a place for the two of them. But this was something that could only be suppressed in her belly; if it were truly spoken out loud, this household might really collapse.

  She rubbed her temples, and Fang Jie finally broke the silence, saying: "Gē Xiǎo's trick of intimidating people can only cure the symptoms, not the root cause. Even if we say it's a temporary solution, it's not excessive. But since Gē Xiǎo has gone to Yunnan, let's not discuss this matter further. After all, he is risking his life for Lord Duàn and supporting us women. However, as you've seen, there are many dangerous characters lurking around. Today it's the Audi A6, tomorrow it might be my BMW S, and the day after that, it might be your Audi Q7. I think we can't just wait for others to take action. If we can't wait for others to make a move, then let's do something ourselves. You may look down on Chen Fú Shēng, who has just started his career, but I don't blame you. Even I, who introduced him, didn't have confidence in him at first. But after some time, we must show some sincerity. You, Jīng Zhèn, also make use of your connections that you've built up over the years. For example, what's your relationship with that man surnamed Xià from the Shanghai Pudong Association? I don't bother to understand, but if he can speak on our behalf in Nanjing, then ask him to lend a hand. And you, Jì Jìng, don't rush to find a big lawyer to negotiate conditions and make demands with me. The money left by Lord Duàn will be given to you accordingly, not a penny less. If you want more, it depends on how much you accomplish in the future. Now that I've said this, if you still want to play tricks behind my back, don't blame me for playing the same game."

  Ji Jing and Zhou Jing were startled, one blushing and the other feeling ashamed, both of them remained silent, they both had secrets in their hearts, suddenly the bright lights came on and they started talking, but it was not suitable.

  "Fang Jie, can you take care of Dong Chong for a few days? I have to rush back to Suzhou today and then head to Shanghai tomorrow or the day after. I'm worried about her." Zhou Jingfan said with a troubled expression.

  "No problem." Fang Jie nodded, with Chen Fusheng, a young man from Zhongshan Golf, in charge, it was like taking a reassurance pill for her, although it couldn't be a permanent solution, at least for now, it wouldn't be a burning issue.

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  "Is there a movie in the computer?" This was Wei Dongchong's first sentence after entering Chen Ergou's room.

  Chen Ergou said no, then the girl started the computer and opened every folder on each hard drive to search through them one by one. The way she stared at the screen with unblinking eyes made Chen Ergou feel inferior. Fortunately, there were no bed action movies, Uncle Jiang's favorite, on the computer. Wei Dongchong sat in a chair, looking at a table full of books with a headache. After messing up the neatly arranged books, she was satisfied and said: "This is what a desk should look like. It must be like me, chaotic but with everything under control. That's the state of mind."

  "If I've finished visiting, I'll go out and take care of some business." Chen Ergou said with a smile.

  "What's going on?" Wei Dongchu furrowed his brow.

  "Find a man who claims to be familiar with every inch of land in Nanjing, he understands car repair and is proficient in modification. I was taught by him, let's see if he can find some clues." Chen Erdou told Wei Dongchong the detailed reason in a serious tone, rather than perfunctorily. Maybe he thought that after the trip to Beijing, this 15-year-old kid had already grown up.

  "Can I go with you?" This might be one of the few times that Wei Dongcheng and Chen Ergou spoke in an interrogative tone.

  Chen Erdog shook his head, and Wei Dongchong didn't force him either.

  After Chen Ergou left, she still didn't leave the room, but sat in this house that was increasingly filled with Chen Ergou's personal aura, propping up her cheek and staring blankly. When her left hand got tired, she used her right hand to prop it up, when her right hand got tired, she switched back to her left hand. Actually, later on, she didn't even know what she was thinking about, but she just wanted to maintain this posture that lacked vitality, and thought, it wouldn't be bad if she stayed like this until the end of time.

  How long will the sky be old, and she still doesn't quite understand after growing up, just like she doesn't quite grasp the meaning of the cursive script on the wall above her desk: "Let him be scattered and crazy, let him be inverted and isolated, I am unmoved by the eight winds, my heart is like a boulder."

  Just as Wei Dong was racking his brains to study the 24 Chinese characters, Chen Erdou found Jiang Zifang under Fang Jie's and Ji Jing's instructions driving a Q7. The idle uncle was envying several colleagues who had just received a batch of beautiful female students learning to drive. Seeing Chen Erdou wearing a suit and tie and driving a Q7, he slapped his thigh while playing cards with someone on a small stool and shouted: "Damn it! Even you little brat are more handsome than me, I'm not psychologically balanced."

  "Uncle Jiang, I'm looking for you about something." Chen Ergou said with a smile, and the few people who were playing cards with Jiang Zifang only then recognized that this young man with a golden collar was actually that reckless learner from back then.

  "Let's go to the restaurant, this time you're treating me. If I don't get a good scolding from you, I won't be able to sleep well tonight." Jiang Zifang stood up and said in a loud voice, still with his whiskers on.

  They arrived at a restaurant similar to A Mei's, and Jiang Zifang ordered a table of small stir-fries. He was particularly good at eating spicy food, and according to his explanation, when his tongue was burning, he would drink a big mouthful of wine, and the feeling was like having a second climax after ejaculation - it was incredibly refreshing. As for Chen Erdogou, apart from not liking sweet or greasy food, he had no issues with sour or spicy dishes, so he accompanied Jiang Zifang in devouring half a plate of food and half a plate of spicy peppers. To be honest, although he had eaten at high-end clubs like Shanghai Huangpu and Nanjing, he still felt that if you wanted to have a good time, it was better to go to these unassuming little places, where you could find one or two guys to chat with who were easy to get along with - not only was it cheap and convenient, but also relaxed.

  "Speak up, what's going on." Having eaten at someone else's house, Jiang Zifang was enjoying the chicken leg with gusto.

  "I'm looking for two cars, a Land Cruiser VX and a Lexus ES350 with a 277 gearbox. I don't dare say if they've been modified or not, but both cars have quite large dents on the front. Can you find a place to repair them?" Chen Erdou said his purpose.

  "I'm watching you, I don't dare to make a bet with you. If it's not careful, it'll be done, and you owe me a 95 Supreme Nanjing cigarette and a meal." Jiang Zifang has a mouthful of oil, no matter how he looks, he doesn't look like a serious guy who can get things done.

  "This is definitely no problem." Chen Ergou smiled and had a drink with Jiang Zifang.

  If this matter is successful, his status in the Wei family will rise sharply. That's not a small amount of money, and if it's quantified, it's definitely an astronomical figure. For example, how much is a private club like Shi Qingfeng worth? You'd have to count on your fingers for a while to get an estimate.

  Jiang Zifang didn't want to talk about money, and Chen Ergou was unwilling either. It wasn't that he was stingy with his money; Chen Ergou was indeed petty, and even if others said he was calculating and mercenary, he would admit it. But when it came to Jiang Zifang, he simply didn't want to sully himself with money. This man with a goatee was similar to the Cao family woman - both were rare, clean landscapes in the big city that Chen Ergou seldom saw. The scene was like a snowy day in Northeast China: vast expanses of white, unblemished land stretching out as far as the eye could see. Such a sight was hard to come by in the south.

  Jiang Zifang got drunk, drinking a whole case of beer and a table full of dishes. Chen Ergou thought that even if he wasn't drunk from the wine, he was still dizzy from the food. So this lecherous old man couldn't help but talk nonsense, his face red like Guan Gong's, making his eyes shine brightly. He put one foot on the long bench and held a chopstick to knock against the white porcelain bowl, slurring: "Fusheng, you're still young, don't rush into anything with any woman, before 30 years old don't get too deep, otherwise you won't be able to focus on your career. It's scary to get hurt, and it'll take ten or twenty years to recover. What a waste of time! When you finally wake up, the best years of your life will have gone down the drain with the urine."

  Chen Ergou didn't interrupt, letting the middle-aged uncle ramble on for a while. Just when Chen Ergou thought he would have to carry him back to the doghouse, the guy suddenly got up and stumbled away by himself.

  Extremely sober Chen Erdou drank beer alone, savoring the leftover dishes and carefully chewing on Old Ginger's crazy words.

  Half an hour later, Wang Huzi and Wang Jiefang arrived after receiving Chen Ergou's phone call. After they sat down, Chen Ergou ordered more dishes and wine again. Wang Huzi looked embarrassed and said: "That car is very slippery, Wang Jiefang followed it for a while afterwards, but was shaken off, definitely an old hand in this line of work."

  "It doesn't matter." Chen Ergou said with a smile, Wang Jiefang is not some kind of all-powerful Luo, who can make decisions on everything, if he really could do that, then it wouldn't be him calling Wang Hu Sheng "Young Master", but rather the great general calling him "Old Master". Moreover, relying too heavily on others for success or failure in one thing isn't a good habit, perhaps deep down, Chen Ergou didn't consider him to be a true confidant either.

  Chen Ergou didn't mind, but that didn't mean Wang Hu was indifferent. With a loud slap, he slapped the head of Wang Jiefang, who had kindly opened a bottle of beer for him, and scolded: "Useless thing, just talking about it makes me angry, both cars are broken down, can't even keep up."

  Wang Jiefang didn't get angry and let this young master who was used to scolding him vent his anger on him.

  Chen Ergou couldn't bear it anymore, and with a loud slap on Wang Hu's head, he almost messed up his hairdo. He laughed and scolded: "Enough! The sky hasn't fallen yet, if it really falls, you can go understand the things in your pants."

  Wang Hu hurriedly tidied up his hair, and didn't even bother to wipe away the spittle that had accumulated on Wang Jiefang's face as he finally stopped shouting and cursing.

  "What did you hear at Shi Qingfeng?" Chen Ergou asked.

  "In my observation, the Song family is a bit conflicted about your arrival. I reckon that apart from Wei Duan Gong's subordinates in the business world, most people like Song Shi are taking a wait-and-see attitude towards you. They want you to revive the Wei family's fortunes, but at the same time, they also hope you'll die soon. However, neither of these outcomes would cause them significant harm, so you don't have to worry too much about someone stabbing you in the back. If there really are one or two wolves in sheep's clothing, it can only be said that those guys' ambitions are too big, or they can't resist the temptation of being in cahoots with the Wei family's enemies. I've just entered Shi Qing Feng and couldn't get my hands on core materials, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a passive situation like now."

  Wang Hu remained, taking the beer from Wang Jiefang's hand and drinking more than half of it in one gulp. He wiped his mouth and continued: "I think what we need to pay attention to is not Song Dynasty, but rather ****. This guy has a talent for pretending to be stupid and almost fooled me too. If Wang Jiefang hadn't gotten some information out of that woman from the neighboring guild, I really wouldn't have known that this **** was one of the two people who had been with Wei Duan Gong since the beginning and was still alive. He made a move as soon as he entered Shi Qingfeng. There's also a rumor that when Zhejiang's Dan Tai Fuyu came to Nanjing to cause trouble, there was a cripple by Lao Fo Ye's side who claimed to be unbeatable in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. At the time, Wei Duan Gong had **** for a few more minutes. I think both Wang Jiefang and he are just playing around, but they'll only end up getting beaten to death."

  "Is this what they mean by 'hiding a dragon and a tiger'?" Chen Ergou laughed.

  Wang Hu finished drinking a bottle of wine, slammed his mouth shut and said: "Ergou, it seems that we still lack a big shot like your family's Fugui, otherwise we can't cover the scene."

  Chen Ergou smiled and said, "Don't think about it, Fu Gui has joined the army, he won't associate with people like us. Even if he's willing to help, I wouldn't agree."

  Wang Jiefang handed Wang Huzi another bottle of wine at this time, with a complex gaze, wanting to speak but hesitating. Wang Huzi glanced at his expression and had an idea. With one hand holding the wine bottle and pouring wine, he slowly combed his middle-parted hair with the other hand. After finishing the bottle of wine, he put down the bottle and said to himself, "It seems that I still have to take action myself, invite those money-recognizing but people-not-recognizing demons out of the mountain. But it's easy to invite gods and difficult to send them away. Those fugitives are not easy to deal with, and it's likely that they will not be satisfied if they don't get what they want."

  "Very capable of fighting?" Chen Er Gou asked in doubt.

  "Of course."

  Wang Hu furrowed his brow, his face stern. "They're all ruthless characters who have tasted blood on the blade, just like 67-degree Hengshui Laobaijiu - one word: fierce. They can take down ten men with ease. I know five or six of these desperate fugitives, but back then they weren't in the same league as me. I heard some died, some were maimed, and who knows how many are left now? But people like that are too unruly, refusing to be controlled. For them, robbing graves and killing people on the run is as normal as eating and drinking. Who knows if they'll even help you with your business in Nanjing? The risk is just too great."

  Chen Ergou's face turned gloomy, and he gritted his teeth: "No matter what, we'll just have to take the risk of killing a thousand enemies and sacrificing eight hundred of our own. We might as well earn two hundred from it. Everything in life is a gamble."