The conditions offered by Zheng Junyang were extremely attractive.
Even if they know that this task is as difficult as climbing to the sky, how many people can sit still in the face of huge wealth and interests?
"I know, I know, I'll give you an answer within a week." The other party said impatiently.
"Three days."
"Three days? Are you kidding me? I can see Baicao Sheng whenever I want. Damn!"
Not only was Zheng Junyang not angry, he even said angrily: "I don't care what method you use, I only know that I have paid so much money, will you do it or not?"
After hesitating for about three seconds, I still couldn't resist the temptation of money.
The man gritted his teeth and said hesitantly: "Do it!"
…
The day after the note sent by Zheng Junyang released the news, someone came to find him.
The man said that he knew where Baicaosheng's activities were and could provide them with it.
But the condition is that you need to know why they went to great lengths to find Baicaosheng.
After hesitating for a while, Tiaozi contacted Zheng Junyang.
Zheng Junyang drove there in person.
In the underground chess and card room, Zheng Junyang was dressed in a high-end custom-made suit, with the face of a gentle scum, and his eyes were black and blue.
At first glance, he looked like he had over-indulged and had his body hollowed out.
Tiaozi has dyed yellow hair, is thin, his teeth are as yellow as his hair, and his skin becomes wrinkled when he smiles.
As soon as he saw Zheng Junyang coming, he immediately went forward to greet him like a dog seeing its master.
"Hey, Mr. Zheng is here? Come on, come on, take a seat."
Huang Mao wiped the pulled out chair with his sleeves. He knew that Zheng Junyang was the most particular.
Zheng Junyang frowned while biting his cigarette with a look of disgust on his face, glanced at it twice, refused to sit down, and stepped on it.
The shiny handmade leather shoes create a strong contrast with the brown-gray chair.
Exquisite and beautiful leather surface, gray and crumbling old chairs.
It looks like two worlds colliding.
"Where are the people?"
Huang Mao pointed behind the screen, and Zheng Junyang sneered.
The cigarette butt was thrown down at his feet with disdain. Zheng Junyang crushed the cigarette angrily, crossed his long legs and walked behind the screen.
A tall man stood by the window with his back to him. He was dressed in black and had a cold aura about him.
Zheng Junyang was inexplicably frightened, and his speaking voice was not as commanding as that of Huang Mao outside.
"Brother, are you the one who can find traces of Baicaosheng?"
The back was stiff for two seconds, and then slowly turned around.
Only one gloomy eye was visible, and the rest was covered by a black mask, making it impossible to see.
Zheng Junyang was a little strange. Just as he was about to say something, the other party spoke.
The voice was hoarse, as if it had been polished thousands of times, and even had a mechanical, cold quality to it.
"Before I provide you with his movements, you have to tell me why you are looking for him?"
"Does this have anything to do with me trying to find him? Why are you asking this?"
Zheng Junyang is not a fool, so he can't just tell the public about everything, right?
After all, this is also related to the grand plan of the father and son.
The man narrowed his eyes and smiled. The smile was so gloomy that it always reminded people of a rainy and thunderstorm night.
Zheng Junyang swallowed, his back felt cold for no reason, and he subconsciously took half a step back.
The man said hoarsely: "I'm asking you now. If you don't tell me, have you considered the consequences?"
