Nanyi brought Zhou Liuyi to Fengmingxuan. She went to pour some water and get some cold medicine. Zhou Liuyi poured the water on the socket board in front of the sofa, and the power went out in the whole house.
Generally speaking, when encountering such a situation, Nanyi needs to find an electrician. She went downstairs and Zhou Liuyi quickly ran upstairs.
There is a safe upstairs.
The door had a fingerprint lock. Early Saturday morning, Nanyi's fingerprint was extracted from the cup using tape, and then pressed down with a specially made finger sleeve, and the door opened instantly.
Then there was the safe inside. Liang Peihe had observed Zhou Liuyi's skills in opening the safe. This simple safe was not difficult at all for Zhou Liuyi.
He turned the dial skillfully and listened attentively. He didn't even need a stethoscope. With a click, the door of the safe opened, revealing the paper documents, gems, and gold bars inside.
Zhou Liuyi immediately went to look through the yellowed file bag.
Just as he was concentrating on searching for these things, a pair of dark eyes stared at him closely.
The police have also collected enough clues. Dozens of people from top to bottom have not slept for several days.
There were several hard disks on Xie Min's desk. She said to Liang Peihe:
"It will probably take us a year or so just to sort out the case files after we finish this case."
Liang Peihe looked at so much case information and felt very emotional:
"After each province and city filed a case, all the cases that had been unsolved now have clues."
Not only fraud, but also homicide cases, the trace department, the evidence department, and several veteran police officers from more than 20 years ago, all came.
In order to take care of the old policemen's health, they work during the day, organizing the clues found over the years, and let them go off work on time and go to the dormitory to rest at night.
But one of the old policemen, with white hair and vigorous spirit, was still flipping through the yellowed files.
Liang Peihe brought a thermos cup to soak wolfberries, and the old policeman asked him to hold the cup farther away:
"This is information from the time when there were no electronic archives. It is very precious. If it is damaged, it cannot be replaced. There are many such problems at the grassroots level. You have to pay attention."
"Take photos of these materials and keep them safe. Our case is a lifelong system. Whoever handles it must be held accountable to the end."
Liang Peihe smiled:
"I understand, Master."
He Guanlin put down the case file in his hand, took the tea from Liang Peihe, and the two walked out together.
He Guanlin is 67 years old this year. He was in charge of the temporary team investigating this case. He and Lei Ting also have a personal relationship and is the mentor of Liang Peihe and Lei Ting.
"When this case is over, I will go and tell Lao Jia and Lao Xu that Lao Jia died of a myocardial infarction ten years ago without leaving a single word. But I know he must be thinking about this case.
Mr. Xu was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease two years ago and was admitted to a nursing home. Sometimes he couldn't even recognize his own children, but every time I went to ask him about it, he also asked me if there was any result in Xiao Lei's case.
I will be able to tell him the result the next time I visit him.”
Nanyi called the store and asked the manager to transfer all the money to the account she specified. Yang Yuhan was vague:
"Sister Nan, I have to look after the store, please come over here by yourself."
Nan Yi smiled and said:
"How about I give you 10% as a handling fee?"
A 10% handling fee means one million is one hundred thousand, and ten million is one million. Yang Yuhan agreed immediately:
"Sister, don't even ask me to transfer the money to you. Even if you ask me to carry the sack to fill it with money, it will be no problem at all."
Song Fu drove over and took Zhou Liuyi to have breakfast. Nan Yi looked a little depressed:
"You can have whatever you want for breakfast. You don't have to go out, right?"
Song Fudao:
"I'll take you to eat something good. You may not be able to eat it in the future."
Zhou Liuyi was tied up by Pi Sanjin again. Seeing him open the box so skillfully, Pi Sanjin was frightened:
"In your eyes, is there any place in this world without secrets?"
Zhou Liuyi was very clear that now had come to the stage of playing open cards, and there was no point in saying more, so he turned around and went to sleep.
Now Song Fu actually came to invite him to dinner?
Nanyi was obviously afraid that Song Fu would kill people to silence them, but he couldn't stop it.
As soon as he got in the car on Saturday, Song Fu took him to a noodle shop, which was quite authentic. The mutton was cooked for six hours, the ribs were very tasty, and the offal had no peculiar smell. Paired with fresh rice noodles, it had a rich flavor that refreshed him.
"Small shops nowadays are becoming less and less sophisticated. They are not willing to spend so much time to make soup, and they all use ready-made seasonings. They may be able to fool those white-collar workers who work 996, but they cannot fool gourmets like me."
Zhou Liuyi tasted it, then picked up the chopsticks and finished the whole bowl. Song Fu looked at him with his eyes narrowed into slits.
Song Fu said proudly:
"This is the shop I opened. I don't make much money a year, but I pay all the profits as wages. The couple works very hard. The prices are low, so more people come to eat, and the ingredients are fresher, so there is a positive cycle."
"Xiao Nan gave you a card with 10 million. How do you plan to spend it?"
Saturday, after finishing the last sip of soup:
"How else can I spend it? Buy a house and a car, save the rest, marry a wife, and have kids."
Song Fu slowed down his speech:
"But I heard that your father is Zhou Kuan, and the local people gave him the title of bravery and posthumous martyr. Don't you think you are bringing shame to your father again?"
Saturday pressed the bowl with one hand, almost breaking it:
"Slander? Where was he when my mom, sister and I were starving? When he risked his life to be a hero, did he ever think of us? The local newspaper was speechless. They dug up his story and doubled its sales. My window glass was smashed several times, but who said a word for us? My mom hired a lawyer to sue him, but in the end there was only an apology in the middle of the newspaper. Do you know how expensive the lawyer's fee was? It was enough to feed the three of us for a year.
So, you ask me about my reputation?
What is reputation? Can it be spent as money? Can it be eaten as food?
It's been 20 years, maybe the person who killed my father is already dead, why should I bother with a dead person?"
Song Fu smiled and said:
"Is this all from your heart?"
I ordered another bowl of noodles on Saturday and ate it without any care in the world.
Song Fudao:
"But why don't you give money to your mother and your sister? Your mother's small shop doesn't even have heating in the winter, and you have to wash the dishes yourself. Your sister's salary is not high, right?"
This was digging a trap, waiting for Zhou Liuyi to jump into it. Liang Peihe gave Zhou Liuyi a lot of authority, but this authority clearly stated that no one was allowed to engage in illegal or criminal activities. All stolen money must be turned in to the state treasury, and he and his relatives were absolutely not allowed to engage in money laundering.
If the money is transferred to his mother and sister, wouldn't that be money laundering?
But after people become rich, don’t normal people first take care of their parents and help their brothers and sisters?
Saturday's question:
"How do I know if you give me money for me to spend or if you are just giving me a carrot in front of a donkey so that I can be reported to the police. I don't want to move until I have the money in my pocket."
After coming out and getting in the car, Song Fu drove less steadily and deliberately headed towards a small road in the suburbs:
"Young man, if you want to have a good life, don't do stupid things. If you don't do stupid things, you won't die. Do you understand?"
Zhou Liuyi has never been a good-tempered person, especially when it comes to words, he never wants to suffer any loss:
"Really? I'm afraid I'll be sold out, and I'm still helping others count money."
Song Fu had a sinister expression, then he turned the steering wheel and the car rushed towards a telephone pole.
On the dashboard, the speed exceeded one hundred and twenty.
Zhou Liuyi was sitting in the passenger seat, and it was obvious that he wanted to kill him. Zhou Liuyi didn't think twice and directly grabbed Song Fu's neck, then turned the steering wheel with his hand and smashed Song Fu's face directly against the steering wheel.
The car window shattered instantly, and the broken glass hit Song Fu's face, and his fat, fair face was instantly covered with wrinkles.
Zhou Liuyi was not seriously injured because he was facing away and was wearing a thick down jacket.
But the airbag also popped out, Zhou Liuyi went down first, and then dragged Song Fu down:
"I'm telling you, don't threaten me. For a man like me, if I'm full, my whole family won't be hungry. If you make me unhappy, I'll kill you first!"
Song Fu pointed at Zhou Liuyi:
“You, you, you…”
Zhou Liuyi calmly took out a pack of cigarettes, took out a cigarette, lit it, and calmly called Nanyi:
"Your car was totaled."
Nanyi exploded:
"Where are the people? Is the driver injured?"
Saturday one:
"Should I call an ambulance for him?"
When Song Fu moved his face, it was covered with broken glass. He grimaced in pain and was extremely dissatisfied with Zhou Liuyi.
Song Fu was limping, but at this moment, Zhou Liuyi saw a scene that made him feel like an electric shock throughout his body.
Song Fu's right foot has no big toe, and the foot with a missing piece in the sock looks shocking.
Zhou Liuyi couldn't even utter a word. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was a mixture of crying and laughing, and his eyes were so red that it seemed like blood could drip out.
The truth that he had been searching for for so many years and trying so hard to get to was now revealed, right before his eyes.
Twenty years ago, a group of gangsters broke into a bank, packed all the cash that was being counted in the bank into sacks, and stuffed them into a van.
This group of criminals first called and pretended to be customers who urgently needed to withdraw money. In order to gain their trust, they opened the bank door under irregular circumstances.
His father Zhou Kuan realized something was wrong and immediately called the police and blocked the door. The criminals immediately took hostages and his father was the only hostage taken away.
When the police found his father, he was tied up with nylon rope at a strange angle, his eyeballs were pierced, and there was not a single piece of healthy skin on his body.
According to the notes in the case file, the man was tortured to death, obviously to force a confession, but the criminals seemed to gain nothing, so they just killed him.
According to the technical level at the time and the suddenness of such a big case, the scene was severely damaged and the criminals had made a lot of disguises in advance. Thin people disguised themselves as fat people, short people disguised themselves as tall people, and wore masks. Due to various reasons, no information about the suspects was found.
But many years later, with the development of science and technology, various clues began to surface one after another.
For example, the recorder at that time recorded the voice of one of their people, although the voice was changed, but now we can use audio separation technology to confirm that the person was Liu Gui.
For example, after careful calculations of the footprints extracted at the scene, the top student discovered that the big toe of the person's right foot was missing.
For example, when investigating Zheng Zhuwei, they found her father Zheng Huozhong. This man actually left behind photos from that year as a life-saving talisman. Jing Heming was able to conduct data analysis based on height, weight, facial features and appearance, and was able to determine that Liu Gui in his later years and Zheng Huozhong, whose bones were deformed all over his body, looked exactly as they did in the photos.
…
From the positions at that time, it can be confirmed that the person with a missing big toe was the one in command.
And the person who gives the command is the mastermind.
Song Fu saw Zhou Liuyi coming over and howled:
"You little jerk, a gigolo who lives off his wife. I'll leave a few scars on my face and I'll poke a few holes in your body."
Zhou Liuyi was holding a phone in his hand and talking to Nanyi. He picked up the cigarette butt and pressed it on Song Fu's shoulder.
Song Fu couldn't move and screamed in pain. His down jacket was torn, revealing the logo on the clothes underneath.
As for this luxury car, Nanyi hurriedly asked:
"What happened?"
Saturday said calmly:
"fine."
Twenty years have passed, and his father has long since turned into a jar of ashes, buried deep under the loess.
While Song Fu was seeing the doctor, Zhou Liuyi met the police in another office.
Lei Ming said to Zhou Liuyi:
"We have made a great discovery."
Saturday one to Lei Mingdao:
"I have made a great discovery."
The two people said at the same time:
"You go first."
Saturday one:
"Song Fu, the driver who is in his 50s, is a key suspect. He robbed the bank, killed my father, and planted two explosive packs."
Lei Ming took out his tablet and went over all the information the police had collected during this period of time with Zhou Liuyi.
They also found out about Song Fu, and the hospital provided all his files on Monday.
They went to their hometown to look for Song Fu, but the real Song Fu had died long ago.
The real Song Fu was in a car accident at the age of fifteen, and became a high-level paraplegic. He was bedridden for more than ten years. He was not sent out of his home and buried until the day he died.
And his identity information was directly sold to the current Song Fu.
Zhou Liuyi clenched his fists tightly, and veins popped out on his face:
“Why did such a big mistake happen?”
Zhou Liuyi is a post-2000s person. After he was born, the country conducted several censuses. Starting from school, he has had an ID number and recorded his fingerprints. Many schools and communities have already used facial recognition.
However, for a long time before he was born, household registration books were handwritten, and electronic files did not exist at all. Some case-handling units in remote areas did not have the technology to collect biological traces on the scene.
However, the information currently in the hands of the police can only prove that Song Fu was the mastermind at the time, and detailed clues have not yet been dug up.
Lei Ming put his arms around Zhou Liuyi's shoulders, trying to calm him down.
"Because at that time, Song Fu appeared after facial recognition, and his identity was legal and compliant."
"Liu Yang's village bank applied for a business license in the name of a microfinance company, but when he was decorating and handling business, he tried to look like a village bank. Over time, everyone thought it was a bank."
"When these people commit crimes, they never do it themselves, they hire people. It is difficult for us to collect evidence against them. Once they are caught, they may be sentenced to less than ten years."
…
Saturday, I smoked a cigarette from the pack:
"I want them to spend the rest of their lives in jail."
Zhou Liuyi is very familiar with this process.
Liu Yang gave all the bulk of the business to Zheng Zhuwei, and he also gave Zheng Yuwei a diamond necklace and a new bag:
"Baby, you are so suitable for such a diamond."
Zheng Zhuwei rolled her eyes:
"I have done so much for you, and you only give me a few worthless gems and bags. You might as well give me cash."
Liu Yang held Zheng Zhuwei in his arms:
"Silly girl, what's yours and mine between us? What's mine is yours, isn't it? My bank cards are all with you. You go to work every day. You can log in to your account and see how much money I have."
Zheng Zhuwei looked at the gem in her hand and fiddled with it:
"That's better. I'll give you some pocket money from now on. You have to listen to me, otherwise I won't give you any money."
Liu Yang kissed Zheng Zhuwei:
"Of course, it's a must."
Liu Yang's phone rang. He said something to Zheng Zhuwei and went downstairs.
Song Fu's face was wrapped up like a mummy, and he felt waves of pain. Even through the pitch-black night, one could feel his pain.
"We have to run quickly."
Liu Yang was smoking a cigar, puffing out smoke:
"What are you afraid of? We have been doing this for a long time, isn't it foolproof?"
Song Fu shook his head:
"I always feel that Zhou Liuyi is a very evil person. I'm really afraid of falling into his hands."
Liu Yang said:
"No way? The police have been looking for us for 20 years and have no clues. This little boy, a virgin who thinks with his lower body, is obsessed with Nanyi. I can't bear to delete that recording. It will be thrown into the sea to feed the fish. What he can't let go of the most is actually a woman."
Song Fu sneered:
"Nanjing Art Institute? Forget it, it's already gone. If I knew that the person soliciting investment was so ruthless, I wouldn't have let her go. But then again, anything that's out in the open is unreliable. In the past two years, she has opened a beauty salon and a cake shop, but she doesn't make much money, and she's still hanging around in front of people."
Liu Yang said:
"Why?"
Song Fudao:
"As long as they are in the open, they all want face and so-called social status. Once people start pursuing these things, they no longer have the ruthlessness to do so."
Liu Yang was wearing a large pure gold ring on his hand, and he rubbed it repeatedly:
"Then let me think about it again. I just feel that with so much money, there would be people who would be tempted to send their own mother to a brothel, right?"
Song Fu shook his head:
"In this world, there are some people who cannot be bribed with money. Do you think I have never bribed them? What price did we give Zhou Kuan at that time? How did Zhou Kuan live at that time? His wife was laid off, and his salary was used to rent a house. In the cold winter, he had to walk nearly a kilometer to go to the toilet. In order to save some gas bills, the family did not dare to make soup for every meal.
Even so, we gave Zhou Kuan money, but he refused to take it and wanted to report us to the police.
Whenever I think of his face, my scalp tingles.
Tell me, what is he trying to achieve in this life?"
Liu Yang was silent. He was also at the scene. He saw Zhou Zhoukuan was beaten black and blue, his teeth were pulled out one by one, and his fingernails were also pulled out.
But Zhou Kuan had no intention of bowing his head.
Even if Zhou Kuan and Zhou Liuyi had never met, would two people with the same blood make the same choice?
"What are you afraid of? The police can't do anything to us, can they? He's just a kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, isn't he bowing to the power of money? We are different now than we were before. Back then, we had to do everything ourselves, but now we can afford to pay."
Liu Yang talked for a long time, his mouth was dry, he picked up a bottle of drink and took a sip:
"Do you have any other ideas? I think he is a talented person. Since that person left, we have no one who can take his place. Although the person who manages the money must be one of our own, there are many people among our own who do not recognize their relatives.
The decline of a team begins with the loss of talent.
We are getting older, and we should attract new people.”
Song Fu didn't care:
"I'm old? No, right? Look at the actual controlling shareholders of listed companies nowadays. Aren't they all elderly? Can you believe that the chief physician in the hospital is 30 years old? Aren't they all looking for older people?"
Liu Yang was puffing away smoke and didn't want to continue the conversation, so Song Fu calmed down:
"Okay, it's not like we haven't encountered such people before. Birds of a feather flock together. I'll give it a try."
Liu Yang smiled and said:
"That's right. The crotch of your pants is covered with yellow mud. It must be shit if it's not."
At night, many men and women in the bar were shaking their heads. Zheng Zhuwei and Liu Yang asked:
"Shall we listen to him?"
Liu Yang said:
"I don't want to listen to him. He's already old and has fallen into such a mess. He doesn't even have a fixed place to live. He stays in a different hotel every night. I don't know who he is hiding from."
Song Fu could no longer go out to do business, so Zhou Liuyi took two people to do it. He took the contract signed by the store manager back to the store, and then brought it to Liu Yang, asking Zheng Zhuwei to confirm it. After signing and stamping, he could make money.
When Yang Yuhan signed, Zhou Liuyi's eyes widened:
"Oh my god, you wrote that there are 1,000 people recharging every day? I saw the gifts at the door, and they give one to everyone who comes in. You didn't give out 100 gifts this morning, did you?"
After Yang Yuhan pressed his fingerprints, he wiped his hands with a tissue and said with a smile:
"What's this? If you want to attract investment, who wouldn't make their data look better? Ours is already very conservative. Compared with other companies, it's almost the same as the real data."
On Saturday, Yang Yuhan said:
"Do you have any water? Pour me a glass."
Yang Yuhan went out to get some water, and Zhou Liuyi immediately took out a hard drive that had been prepared long ago and started to drag the data.
Even if this group of scammers has grown to a certain scale and don't need to do it yourself, you still need to do it yourself at the beginning.
Early transfer records, contract templates, and even some saved video materials that have not been overwritten are all very important.
As soon as she took the document to the village bank on Saturday, Zheng Zhuwei stamped it directly and told someone to transfer the money. After signing, she sealed the document directly.
Saturday smiled and asked her:
"Aren't you afraid something might happen to these documents?"
Since Zheng Zhuwei entered the office, she has redecorated the entire office, replaced the coffee machine and coffee beans, and she brought a cup of coffee:
"What are you afraid of? We are a bank. Banks have strong risk resistance. Besides, our boss Liu said that this project is very profitable. If we don't follow up, it will be snatched away by others. Get on the bus first and buy the ticket later. It is applicable to a wide range of people."
Saturday one:
"But if this contract is fake and the money is transferred out, you will go to jail."
Zheng Zhuwei didn't take it seriously:
"How is that possible? These are the best projects in the country, health care projects that all cities want to launch. If we do it first, the people behind us will have to follow us. By the time everything is approved, it will be too late."
On Saturday, I took out my phone:
"Okay, I'll give Sister Nan a call."
But he took out his cell phone, which was out of battery, so Zhou Liuyi asked:
"Can I use your office phone?"
Zheng Zhuwei was busy putting on makeup in front of the mirror and asked Zhou Liuyi to make the call himself. Zhou Liuyi picked up the phone, made a call, and then borrowed another cell phone from the staff next to him.
When he dialed the number, he went directly to the employee background and adjusted the permissions.
When I went downstairs, I saw a bus parked at the door. The tour guide who got off was a part-time agent, still fooling a group of silver-haired elderly people:
"You've made a profit by buying it. A 40-year-old loft can bring in 60,000 to 70,000 yuan a year, which is enough to cover living expenses. In the summer, I can go on a seaside trip and hire a local nanny. The salary in a seaside fishing village is low, and a service of 2,000 yuan is about the same as the tens of thousands of yuan in a big city like us."
"The person is gone but the house is still there. If this person has one million and it is tied to his mobile phone, he will spend it on eating, drinking and playing mahjong. But a house worth one million will not be gone if it is left there, right?"
…
Zhou Liuyi handed the boy a cigarette:
"How much commission can you get if you complete this order?"
The young man was alert and did not take the cigarette from Zhou Liuyi, but Zhou Liuyi showed him a corner of the contract and said calmly:
"Xiao Yang is quite capable and has completed the quarterly performance."
This person immediately thought Zhou Liuyi was a visiting leader and offered Zhou Liuyi a cigarette:
"The commission is not much, and the salary is not much either, but it provides some security for my elderly family members, and I can also send my father, mother, grandparents, and great-grandfather here."
Saturday was almost choked by a puff of smoke:
"Is it possible?"
The young man said:
"Yes, I am an only child, and so are my parents. But it doesn't mean that all the six elderly people above me have to rely on me. When I was young, I settled down and bought a house, and I thought six wallets were really good. But when the elders are retired, we can't escape, right?
My wife and I both have to work, so we can't stay at home every day to deal with trivial matters, right? This project is tailor-made for us.
Such a great project must be shared with everyone, so I threw myself into this great cause without hesitation!"
After he said this, the elderly people who followed him even applauded enthusiastically.
After Zhou Liuyi came out, Song Fu drove his car and waited by the side. He waved to the two men, and the two men walked away. He asked Zhou Liuyi to get in the car.
Saturday morning bus:
"Why, your face is better?"
Song Fu touched his face and couldn't help but sigh at the magic of modern medicine. He looked like he was half dead just two days ago, but now he is full of energy with only a few faint blood scabs on his face.
Zhou Liuyi is a person who will never forget his revenge.
Liu Yang dared to throw him into the water and threatened him with his life. Song Fu even wanted to stab him again. Zhou Liuyi would definitely fight back with all his might.
Song Fu smiled and said:
"There is a popular saying among young people nowadays: If you can't beat them, join them."
Saturday raised an eyebrow:
"Why, are you planning on joining me?"
Song Fu shook his head:
"No, I want you to join us."
On Saturday, looking at the huge group of silver-haired tourists, another enthusiastic tour guide got off the bus:
"I'm just wondering, how can you recruit so many people to endorse your book without setting up a den or imposing any personal restrictions?"
This is what Song Fu is proud of:
"You don't understand this, or you don't understand it at your age. For a person, what can support him to move forward is related to material things, but it has nothing to do with them. The most important thing is belief.
As long as the belief can be implanted in people's hearts, this person will believe it without a doubt, and what he says will be full of infectiousness, and other people will think that what he says is right.
The old ways no longer work now, they are too old."
Saturday one:
"So, these are all fake?"
Song Fu looked at the crowds of people outside the window as if he was looking at a crop of leeks:
"Of course it's true. The top people must get real money, so that they will promote it vigorously."
Saturday's question:
"Have you ever been involved in micro-business? Internet pyramid selling? It's the kind where the first person makes money, and then everyone else is just a bunch of leeks, and only the people at the top of the pyramid can make money.
Moreover, this model can be completed with just a click on the mobile phone, and there will be a few dollars of profit, which will give people the illusion that as long as enough people are attracted, they will be successful.
Right? "
Song Fu took Zhou Liuyi to the basement of a semi-enclosed Internet cafe, where there were more than a dozen people, each managing three computers.
The chairs they sit on all have wheels, so one person can switch quickly between three or four computers.
“These are our account managers.”
"So you're managing customers, but in reality you're just dealing with all sorts of weird requests from customers, right?"
“We must be responsible for the money we receive.”
"People are still making money now, but by the time we are needed to take responsibility, our place will have closed down long ago, right?"
…
Song Fu glanced at Zhou Liuyi:
"As a person, you can't be too serious. Just do it roughly."
Saturday glanced at the computer screen:
"As long as I can transfer money right now, that's fine, right?"
Song Fudao:
"I also come from the countryside. When I was young, there was a lack of material resources. Do you know how the elders in our village would get together and imagine the life of an emperor?
The empress in the palace must have two sugar jars on the bedside, one jar of brown sugar and the other jar of white sugar. She must eat good steamed buns before going to bed at night. If she wants to eat white sugar, she can eat white sugar, and if she wants to eat brown sugar, she can eat brown sugar.
Don’t you think this is infuriating?”
Saturday glanced at the computer screen and said to the female employee who was still trying to get people to top up:
"Let's switch to the next one."
"This, isn't it?"
"You've talked to him for a hundred sentences, but he doesn't trust you. How can he pay you if he doesn't trust you?"
The female employee still felt there was hope.
Saturday, however, said:
"Look, he keeps asking you to send photos and chat with him on the phone. He's obviously a single otaku who's lonely at night. He must be so cheap that he doesn't want to spend a penny. If he could be a little more generous, he wouldn't chat with you anymore."
The female employee then closed the page and switched to another one.
Walking to the end of the corridor, Song Fu pulled out a list from his phone and showed it to Zhou Liu:
"Look, our place is actually very profitable. I'm going to give it all to you now. I won't ask for much. How about a 50-50 split?"
I took it on Saturday and looked at it:
"Are you sure?"
Song Fu pointed:
"Look, I've already greeted them. I told them that you are the boss's younger brother and were sent here to take care of this place."
Song Fu also gave Zhou Liuyi a USB flash drive:
"If you want to pay, the information here is all complete and you can use it right away."
Saturday took it over:
"Thanks."
Song Fu sighed:
"What did you think when you were a police officer?"
Saturday, I felt like I was electrified:
"What could I think? I thought if I worked hard, I would get a promotion and a raise, but I was fired without making any mistakes."
Song Fu smiled and said:
"Same thing. When I was young, the factory had too much inventory. The factory asked me to go to the south to find a market. But I didn't sell the inventory, and someone cheated the factory out of its money. When I came back, I was fired."
Saturday captured this point:
"From your accent, you don't sound like a northerner. I thought you were a local. What were you selling at the time?"
Song Fu seems to rarely talk about these things with others:
"People did business differently in the past. People valued fellow countrymen, and learning to speak the local dialect was important so that they could gain people's trust."
But Song Fu was very secretive about other things and seemed to be very low-key:
"I have explained everything Miss Nan asked me to tell you."
Saturday one:
"Yeah?"
Song Fu said faintly:
"I can eat because of Miss Nan."
As soon as the first Saturday came, Nanyi asked Lei Ming out, and she took the initiative to go get her hair done. It takes at least two or three hours for a woman to have her hair done.
It is even more difficult to meet him now, like dancing on a tightrope. Liu Yang specially sent someone to keep an eye on him.
There is not much trust between these people.
Lei Ming's style is quite changeable, so when Lei Ming and Zhou Liu met, he was in a coffee shop. Lei Ming served him a cup of coffee, which spilled on him, and the two of them talked briefly.
"If you want to catch them red-handed, you have to take them by surprise, especially if you want them to escape with the stolen goods."
Then, Zhou Lu gave the USB flash drive to Lei Ming, who wrapped it in a plastic bag.
Lei Ming had told him before that Song Fu was a very cautious person and had left almost no fingerprints or biological traces on the surface of any object.
Even when driving, you have to wear gloves.
A fingerprint was found at the place where Ding Jianshe's body was found, but no match was found in the database.
"There are fingerprints on this. He took it out of his pocket and gave it to me."
Song Fu probably never thought that someone would refuse a USB drive full of money.
Afterwards, Zhou Liuyi said to Lei Ming:
"We need to pay special attention to Song Fu."
Lei Ming was shocked:
“Focus on one driver?”
Saturday one:
"Anyway, according to my experience, how could a person who can spend a lot of effort to learn more than a dozen dialects be willing to be a driver for others for the rest of his life, without social security and risking going to jail?"
Although Lei Ming thought it was outrageous, he did it anyway.
When Liu Yang's two men came over, Zhou Liuyi had already changed his cup of coffee.
"Who was the person you were chatting with just now?"
Saturday said calmly:
"I think that girl is pretty, and I want her WeChat. Is that wrong?"
One of them wanted to pursue Lei Ming. In fact, Zhou Liuyi seemed to be very free in his movements, but all his contacts were under their cameras.
As soon as Saturday caught the man, he punched him directly:
"Fuck, you dare to chase after the woman I like?"
The scene suddenly became chaotic, and people queuing to buy things screamed. When Zhou Liuyi beat people, he aimed a fatal blow, and these two people were really no match for Zhou Liuyi. The three men ran around in circles.
Nanyi came down.
Others also pointed at Saturday:
"Your girlfriend is so beautiful, yet you still want to cheat on her."
"You can't judge a person by his appearance."
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Nan Yi was so angry that his face turned blue. He apologized to the store owner and paid some money before walking out and getting into the car without saying a word.
"I just don't understand, will I die if I stay quiet?"
Saturday one:
"Isn't the purpose of making money to be restless? What's the point of having money in your hands if you don't spend it?"
Nanyi looked at Zhou Liuyi and felt very disappointed:
"During this time, you'd better not leave my sight."
Those two people were trying to sow discord between them and Nanyi:
"Sister Nan, look, is this the man you like?"
Nan Yi glared fiercely:
"I like him, so what? I have to make him sleep with me every night!"
At the Anti-Fraud Center, with the USB flash drive and fingerprints provided by Zhou Liuyi, everyone was extremely busy. Shang Tiankun and Xiang Zhun even made a special trip to verify the bank card information inside.
"All these bank cards are from villages and towns in the northeast. Many elderly people here have never left their villages in their entire lives."
As for Song Fu, based on the information he registered, Liang Peihe also felt uneasy and immediately sent someone to go to his registered hometown.
Mao Jian and Sheng Changfeng went there alone, and Sheng Changfeng brought back explosive news:
"This Song Fu, the person on the ID card, died fifteen years ago. He was in a car accident while riding a motorcycle, and no one compensated him. He just stayed in bed for a few years and hasn't left the house for more than ten years. It's even more impossible for him to appear under the surveillance cameras.
His entire set of ID cards was sold by his relatives.
This person died. The village in the countryside is more than 30 kilometers away from the city, so it was impossible to bring people from the city to see him. He had no children, so they just held a funeral with all the music and no one cared about it anymore.
So Song Fu, with his ID, went everywhere. "
The young policemen found it hard to understand. Zhu Jiayin said:
"Is there any such thing?"
Liang Peihe was holding the real information of Song Fu. Facing such darkness under the lamp, he was shocked and said uncomfortably:
"It is not easy to catch young people who commit crimes nowadays, because there are surveillance cameras in high-speed trains and shopping malls, and the Sky Eye is already connected to the Internet.
However, many of the older criminals fled before the second-generation ID cards were issued, and we did not have time to collect their identity information.
Many criminals are arrested nowadays because they also need to go to public places, and when they are identified in public places, it is found that their faces do not match the person in the identity information.
Some towns and villages are stricter and will verify identities, and they may find that the person who bought the information has passed away. "
This is a good thing.
Now the more crucial point is, who is the person who impersonates Song Fu?
Liang Peihe immediately asked everyone to put aside what they were doing and to re-interrogate all the people who had been arrested to look for any clues that they had missed.