Chapter 5 Red Paint Blue Horse 6

  Chen Ziqi?

  Isn't it Chen Ziqi that Wang Yongshun mentioned?

  I told myself to calm down three times in my heart, then laughed with them and asked: "Is this fool a big boss?"

  Cao Bin shook his head and said, "I haven't seen this foolish master myself, I don't know either."

  I gritted my teeth and said, "Can I take a look at this nameplate?"

  Qian Tu and Cao Bin stared at me together.

  I know this is a taboo. Generally, the customer's business card, the store doesn't let you see it. Especially for competitors like Qian Tu, they're afraid of losing business. Although I'm not in this line of work, just now Cao Bin already mentioned the bottom price, if I saw Chen Ziqi's phone number and called him to sabotage the deal, who would Cao Bin go to for justice?

  Cao Bin and Qian Tu were probably familiar with each other, but due to his face, he still handed me a business card. Qian Tu looked unhappy, seemingly resentful that I didn't understand the situation.

  Can't take care of so many things anymore. I'm full of curiosity about Chen Ziqi. Whether Xiao Luqi can be revived or not, he is absolutely a key figure.

  I took a glance at the business card and completely collapsed. On it was written: Chen Ziqi, with titles including: Chairman and General Manager of Shanghai Metropolitan Style Brokerage Co., Ltd., Chairman and General Manager of Shanghai Huayang Nianhua Garden Co., Ltd., Chairman and General Manager of Shanghai Jim Ridley Entertainment Co., Ltd. There's no landline number, no mobile phone number, not even a postal code! No wonder Cao Bin was so generous in handing me the business card - it turns out there's hardly any information on it at all!

  I memorized the names of these three companies and quickly returned their business cards.

  Qian Tu didn't know the situation, but looked embarrassed. However, towards me, a young and inexperienced kid, he could only pretend not to know and not make a scene, so he nodded at Cao Bin, apologized for the disturbance, and walked out of the store.

  It was a lesson learned. I just nodded and didn't dare to talk back.

  Seeing my good attitude, Qian Tu also let out a sigh of relief and said seriously: "Lin You, as a young man, you should go out to the streets more often, get some experience. In my family, we were very poor back then. In '94, I stole 27 yuan from home, set up a street stall to sell things, and from then on, I managed to make a name for myself in big cities like Beijing and Shanghai, established a foothold. It's all because of one thing: being careful with your words. In the future, when you encounter something, think more before speaking, or else you'll get into trouble and end up losing out."

  I wasn't unaware of the twists and turns in this, it's just that at the time I was too anxious and threw all the rules of the Jianghu aside. Then I kept apologizing to Qian Tui.

  Qian Tu patted me on the shoulder and said, "Forget it, just remember for next time. Let's go take a look around other shops! There's another one behind us, I guarantee you'll be so amazed your eyes will pop out."

  I hastily waved my hand, saying that I suddenly remembered something and today's main event was over, so I wouldn't bother him anymore, and bid farewell to Uncle Qian. After speaking, I bowed and was about to leave, but was pulled back by someone to eat and drink.

  After a small drink, I was filled with stories of Qiantu's struggles as a poor peasant who turned his life around and sang about it. I stumbled home in a daze. When I arrived at the entrance of my neighborhood, I deliberately took a detour to buy a pair of sunglasses, a small bottle of mineral water, a small bucket of red paint, and a newspaper. As soon as I got home and opened the door, the first thing I did was turn on the computer to go online and look up information.

  Took advantage of the computer being on and fed MoMo.

  This little guy has been at my house for a whole week. It's growing very fast, and the black mouse I made has been torn to shreds by it. I bought a catnip ball online, but haven't opened it yet for it to play with. Seeing that it was almost done with dinner, I took out the ball and threw it at Momo.

  Catnip, also known as cat's poison. The vast majority of cats especially like to smell this stuff, once they smell it, it's like they're high on marijuana, immediately getting high to the point of losing control - they'll uncontrollably lie on the ground, wildly kicking and scratching with their four legs, eyes fixed and drooling. After a while, they suddenly seem to come back to their senses, embarrassedly wiping their face, and then running away by themselves.

  It's strange that Momo held the small ball filled with catnip in his arms, sniffed it hard, and seemed to smell a very unpleasant smell. He kicked the ball away at once and didn't care about it anymore.

  This little cat is really strange. I've never seen a cat that doesn't like catnip before.

  I didn't think much and opened Baidu, entering the names of those three companies.

  Actually, I had already dug up Chen Ziqi like Wang Yongshun, but this guy seems to have no reliable information about him except for a bunch of people with the same name. Of course, since I only have one name, there's no way to confirm which one is him.

  What surprised me is that these two companies only left a few recruitment messages on the recruitment website, without any other introduction, and they are thorough shell companies.

  I closed all web pages and reopened one, then entered "Wu County" in Baidu search.

  Wu County, with a long history and a long source. Tracing back to around 129 AD, the Eastern Han government ordered that Wu County be established in the western part of Kuaiji County on the Qiantang River, with its administrative center located in the original Wu County of Kuaiji County, roughly equivalent to today's Suzhou Wuzhong District and Xiangcheng District. Thirteen counties were set up under it, including Wu County, Lou County (now northeast of Kunshan), Yu County (now south of Jiaxing), Haiyan (now southeast of Pinghu), Yuhang, Qiantang (now Hangzhou), Fuchun (now Fuyang), Wucheng (now Huzhou), Yangxian (now Yixing), Wuxi, Bilin (now Changzhou), Qu'a (now Danyang), and Dantu (now Zhenjiang)... So, Shanghai is also within the jurisdiction of Wu County?

  Chen Ziqi, I'm getting more and more confused, what kind of person is he? Why is he so interested in this "Wu Prefecture Regional Map", what's his purpose?

  I habitually make a "figure-eight" gesture with my thumb and index finger, resting them under my chin, with my index finger constantly bending and curling. Whenever I encounter a problem without any ideas, I always subconsciously assume this posture.

  The next morning, I got up early. After feeding Momo, I started to get busy. First, I poured out the mineral water and poked a hole in the bottle cap. Then I added peanut oil to the paint, found a chopstick to stir it, and checked that the viscosity was not too high. I filled half of the mineral water bottle with the mixture. I sealed the small hole on the bottle cap with tape. I applied 502 strong glue to the bottom of the bottle and attached a magnet. I put this small bottle into my bag, along with an extra set of clothes.

  Arrived at the subway station. (Carrying a paint can would normally not pass security checks, but at that time, the subway station had not yet implemented security measures. Now, even if there are security checks, if you just ignore the security personnel, they won't bother to stop you seriously. After all, the passenger flow is too large), transferred from Line 2 to Line 4 and headed straight to the Workers' Cultural Palace in Luwan District.

  At that time, Line 4 had not yet opened to Luban Road Station, so I got off at the previous station, Daming Road Station, and walked to Lugong Postal Market. After walking for a long time, although the sky was overcast and looked like it was going to rain, I still broke out in a cold sweat. I took out my sunglasses, hat, and newspaper, put them on, and stood outside Cao Bin's store, holding the newspaper and waiting quietly for the person who had withdrawn cash to take the painting.

  I arrived at Cao Bin's store at 8:30, and there weren't many people yet. I read the newspaper for a while, but felt it was too conspicuous, especially on a cloudy day still wearing sunglasses, which seemed pretentious, so I started walking around, my eyes never leaving the entrance of Cao Bin's store.

  After more than an hour, finally, a person entering the shop caught my attention.

  He was quite tall, neither fat nor thin, with a pair of sunglasses and a mask on his face, making it impossible to see his features. He wore a short-sleeved plaid shirt over a long-sleeved T-shirt, with shorts and brown casual shoes, looking rather trendy in his unusual outfit. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and he was carrying a bag in his hand, the way he carried it was quite eye-catching - his arm barely moved, indicating that there was something important inside.

  My first reaction was that there were 500,000 yuan in the bag. So I stopped moving, holding the newspaper, leaning against the wall, constantly glancing at the store door.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, before long, he came out carrying a very long object.

  Looking at the length of this thing, it should be that mounted "Map of Wu Prefecture".

  I followed him, my soft-soled sneakers making almost no noise that could attract attention. Of course, in this bustling world, as long as you don't wear tap dance shoes, there won't be any big problem.

  He walked out of the Lu Gong Post Office and headed towards a deep blue Mazda 6. I quickened my pace, took out a mineral water bottle from my bag, and tore off the plastic wrap on the cap. As I looked up, I saw him open the car door, put the painting in the back seat, and get into the driver's seat - apparently there was no one else in the car. I pretended to drop the bottle, which fell to the ground and rolled under the car. While picking it up, I stuck the magnet on the bottom of the bottle onto his car chassis.

  He knew nothing about it, started the car and was about to drive away.