Entering the conference room, Zhong Wei had already arrived, sitting in front of him were two n, both around thirty years old, with crew cuts, wearing crisp suits, ticulous, exuding a tough aura.
Ling Chen sized them up and nodded inwardly; even after leaving the military, ex-servicen still maintained a rigorous style, complied absolutely with orders, which is why many large corporations prefer to hire them for security.
Upon seeing him approach, the two n promptly stood up, behaving very politely.
"Have a seat," Ling Chen grinned, "You are all Captain Zhong’s old comrades and our own people. No need for such courtesy."
"Ling Chen, let introduce you. This is Song Xiong, he used to be a communications soldier in the military, recognized for his outstanding performance with three second-class rit dals and one first-class rit dal. And this is Lu Haifeng, a special forces soldier with a rich combat experience. He has participated in nurous external missions, and the military wanted to retain him to beco an instructor, but personal reasons led him to choose to discharge."
Ling Chen said with a smile: "Since both of you caught Captain Zhong’s eye, there’s definitely no question about your capabilities, and I trust you. However, our first security team, though under the security departnt, acts more like private bodyguards. Moreover, with the chairman’s personal safety being threatened recently, there are certain risks involved. Both of you need to think it over clearly."
"Mr. Ling, rest assured, Captain Zhong has already made things very clear to us. We wouldn’t be here otherwise," replied Lu Haifeng earnestly.
"That’s good to hear. Since neither of you have objections, on behalf of Hongyu Group, I welco you aboard."
During the conversation, the eting room’s door was pushed open, and a young man with gold-rimd glasses peeked his head in timidly.
"Excuse , is this where the interview is taking place?"
Seeing him, Ling Chen’s lips curved up slightly; wasn’t this the guy he just ran into in the restroom?
"You’re in the wrong place, this is the security departnt’s interview. The room next door is where your interview should be," Zhong Wei hinted.
"I’m sorry for the interruption," said the young man, his face slightly red, as he hurriedly retreated.
Ling Chen found it amusing; how could such a grown man be so timid like a woman.
After sorting out the recruitnt matters, Ling Chen was about to return to his office when his pocket suddenly vibrated with the ringing of his phone.
Upon seeing the caller ID, Ling Chen’s heart lightened – it was Hu Fei.
"Hello, Fatty, have you recovered from your injuries?"
"I’ve been fine for a while now. Are you guys free tonight? Let’s go out for dinner to celebrate my narrow escape. Plus, I have sothing to tell you."
"Alright, you set the ti and place, and Old Tang and I will be there."
In the evening.
After dropping off Nanrong Wanqing at ho, Ling Chen and Tang Yuan drove to a small restaurant.
This small restaurant was tucked away in a side alley by the road, rather basic surroundings. When they entered, there were few diners inside, who appeared to be local laborers based on their attire.
The only private room in the restaurant, already reserved by Hu Fei, had him sitting at a greasy round table fiddling with a bottle of his own Moutai.
Tang Yuan complained, "I say Fatty Hu, you’re worth at least ten million, yet you invite us to this place for dinner, isn’t that too stingy? After all, I am your lifesaver."
Hu Fei glared, "Am I that petty? Let tell you, despite this restaurant’s poor conditions, they serve the most authentic boiled fish in East Sea City. If it weren’t for my relationship with the owner of this restaurant, you wouldn’t even get the chance to taste it."
"Don’t take Old Tang seriously; he’s just got a loose tongue," Ling Chen laughed, "We aren’t fussy about the place, as long as there’s good food."
"Co on, this is the treasured Moutai I’ve kept. Fill everyone’s glasses," Hu Fei said eagerly as he poured the liquor for them, and then he picked up his cup and sipped it contently.
While waiting for the dishes to arrive, Ling Chen asked, "Didn’t you say you had sothing else to tell ?"
"You didn’t remind , I almost forgot. Rember you asked to look for soone nad Nanrong Gang, right? I’ve used quite a few resources, and I haven’t let you down."
Ling Chen’s eyes sparkled, "Where is he?"
Hu Fei pointed downwards with his hand.
"What do you an?"
"That Nanrong Gang has already been buried."
"Dead?" Ling Chen’s face was filled with surprise and disbelief, "Are you sure he’s dead?"
"Do I look like I’m lying to you? Absolutely sure." Saying so, Hu Fei pulled out an envelope from his pocket and tossed it on the table, "Look for yourself."
Ling Chen tore open the envelope; there were several photographs inside, one of which was of an old man in his sixties or seventies, with a wrinkled face, bald head, white beard, and a malnourished appearance.
Just by looking at his face, he bore so resemblance to Nanrong Yong.
Another photo was of a graveside tombstone, detailing the old man’s death, which happened three years ago.
"He has been living abroad all these years, never returning ho. According to the information I’ve gathered, he lived a hard life abroad, relying on governnt assistance," Hu Fei stated.
Ling Chen nodded, put the photos back in the envelope, and asked: "Does he have any descendants?"
"None, he lived alone abroad all these years, with no wife or children. Although, he was married when he was young, but they divorced before he went abroad, no children then. I wanted to look up his ex-wife for you, but with all these years passed, aside from a na, there’s nothing, don’t even know what she looks like, too difficult to track."
"No need to look into that."
With that, Ling Chen furrowed his brows and thought to himself.
Last ti Nanrong Yong told him in person that the person behind the threats to Nanrong Wanqing was Nanrong Gang. But now Nanrong Gang had died, and judging by his life abroad, he couldn’t possibly have afforded to hire the Snake King.
Being amongst the top ten on the assassin list, the Snake King’s fee wouldn’t be low, at least several million.
If it wasn’t Nanrong Gang orchestrating everything from behind the scenes, then who could it be?
Probably only Nanrong Yong would know.
Soon, a big pot of boiled fish was brought into the room. The owner of the restaurant, a man in his forties with yellowish complexion and an honest look, soone who has endured hardship.
"Boss Hu, enjoy your al. Call if you need anything."
"Alright, Liu, you go ahead."
Fatty Hu whispered to them with a mysterious smile, "You guys don’t need to ask, co on, let’s eat while it’s hot."
After the al, Ling Chen and Tang Yuan couldn’t stop praising the taste of the boiled fish. Both were seasoned foodies, having eaten all around from south to north, dostically and internationally, yet agreed that the small restaurant’s dish was even more authentic than those crafted by so-called top chefs.
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