"I plan to visit the site personally in the next couple of days, to see which one is more suitable."
"Very well, send the detailed information after your inspection."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly, affirming his work efficiency.
"And regarding the mbers of the organization."
Having received praise from the president, Xiao Shuai couldn’t help but speak with excitent:
"Yesterday, when I was scoping out Jinshui Fish Market, I might have found a suitable financial officer."
"Oh?"
Fang Cheng’s interest was piqued by this.
"His na is Wang Li, he used to be an accountant for a listed company, with very strong skills."
Xiao Shuai imdiately shared the information he had gathered:
"I heard that because he stumbled upon the higher-ups committing financial fraud, he was frad and lost his job, and is now in debt."
"His wife is seriously ill, and now he can only earn a bit of hard-earned money by helping people move goods at the market. Life is very harsh, and the other day he was cornered and beaten in an alley by debt collectors."
Fang Cheng quietly listened on the other end of the phone, quickly analyzing this information in his mind.
Exposing the company’s shady dealings and being frad by his superiors, preferring ruin over compromise, this proves that there is a righteousness in this person’s bones.
A professional accountant, with a relatively clean social circle and no complex interests.
Thus, now, with his career destroyed, his wife seriously ill, and burdened by debt, he can only sustain himself through manual labor.
This situation perfectly fits the "simple background, strong character, in dire straits" criteria set by Fang Cheng.
Such a person, once pulled from the mire and given a new life, his loyalty should be fully assured.
"Don’t alert him just yet."
Fang Cheng thought for a mont, then instructed:
"Have soone thoroughly investigate his family’s three generations, verify that every word he said is true without any concealnt, and once the investigation is clear, I will et him personally."
"Yes, I’ll handle it right away!"
The call ended, and Xiao Shuai, holding his phone, felt a surge of fire igniting in his chest, filled with inexhaustible strength.
Without a mont’s delay, he briskly pulled open the office door and walked out.
Eager and impatient, he wanted to lay down his first brick for the magnificent building that Illuminati was about to erect.
On the other side of the city, Fang Cheng stood in his bedroom, slowly putting away his phone.
He walked towards the window, casting his gaze outside.
In the yard, his grandfather was bending over, wearing gloves, ticulously tending to the flowers and plants, humming a tune from ti to ti.
His mother, carrying a canvas basket, ca out of the house, and as she pushed open the yard gate, she turned back to remind:
"Dad, it’s a sunny day today, don’t work too long. I’ll buy so prawns to make fresh shrimp tofu soup for you and Chengcheng."
The door hinge creaked, and his mother’s figure quickly blended into the crowd outside the gate.
Fang Cheng gazed beyond the yard wall.
On the street below, the sounds of children playing and vendors shouting blended into a vivid urban scene.
Looking farther, Yulong Lake, surrounded by greenery, shimred with golden lights in the sun, like it was sprinkled with countless diamonds.
Family mbers in the yard, the hustle and bustle of the city, the distant lake...
Fang Cheng gently sighed, feeling a sudden stir in his heart.
He suddenly realized that what he wanted to protect was precisely the world made up of these fragnted daily monts.
The primary goal of establishing the Illuminati was to weave a sturdy enough net to keep all potential threats out.
But Fang Cheng’s ambition went far beyond that.
When this net was large enough, when his eyes and ears reached every corner of the city, when he possessed the strength to move everything, perhaps...
At this thought, Fang Cheng’s expression suddenly sharpened.
Perhaps he could start investigating that unsolved case from seventeen years ago.
The serial murder case that destroyed his father’s life, and that suspicious shooting.
He wanted to find the real killer, to uproot all the hidden evils, and to clear his father’s na of all injustices.
After a long while, Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze and gradually cald the surging thoughts in his mind.
Whether protecting the present or pursuing the past, to firmly grasp fate in his hands, absolute strength as the foundation was necessary.
Fang Cheng walked to the center of the bedroom to continue his afternoon exercise.
His feet stood apart, his hands slowly lifted, forming a circle in front of his chest, taking a Tai Chi Boxing starting stance.
Then, he sunk his shoulders and elbows, stepped forward and extended his arms, performing the "Wild Horse Splitting" move like floating clouds and flowing water.
His movents did not pursue external toughness but were full of a harmonious and natural rhythm.
As he practiced the moves repeatedly, a wonderful sense of coordination spread throughout his body, as if every joint and every muscle was interconnected by an invisible stream of energy, forming a seamless whole.
About an hour later.
Fang Cheng slowly finished his stance, crossing his hands in front of his lower abdon, feet together.
A long breath exhaled from his chest and abdon, and all the power within him was fully retracted, with energy sinking into his Dantian.
A light blue screen quietly appeared in the mid-air before him.
[Tai Chi Boxing Experience 4]
[Tai Chi lv1 (227/250)]
Just over twenty points of experience left to level up.
Fang Cheng glanced out of the window, the afternoon sun still warm and bright.
He thought for a mont, then stepped to the window and drew the heavy curtains.
The room instantly darkened.
Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began cultivating visualization.
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