In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 556 A fence-sitter, swaying with the wind

Two days later, Boss Liang's information on Chen Qing became clearer. Chen Qing gave Yu Dawei and the other two an address, and they found a person surnamed Zuo at the address.

Secondly, Yu Dawei also learned from Boss Ye Qian in the past two days whether Presley's headquarters actually exists, and the answer is naturally no.

The place that Mr. Liang saw in the photos was actually a foreign chemical plant. As for the words on the gate, they were most likely re-added by someone he hired.

Although Mr. Liang knew that Pres Machinery Equipment Company might not exist, he still felt complicated after learning the specifics.

In the past few days, after seeing his wife and children, he felt regret and self-blame. He was also grateful that he had survived. Otherwise, leaving them as a widow and orphan, and having to face all sorts of debt collectors, Boss Liang really couldn't imagine how much suffering they would have to endure.

After obtaining the address of the person surnamed Zuo from Chen Qing, the three drove directly to an old residential area in Sa District, where they successfully met the person who was making certificates outside Taipei 101.

The other person had a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, wore glasses, and had a particularly striking hooked nose on his face. Just one look at him would make you think that this person was difficult to get along with.

After explaining his purpose, Yu Dawei handed over all of Puris's corporate qualifications and related product materials to the young man surnamed Zuo.

As Chen Qing mentioned before, the information they have is very similar to the methods used by this guy surnamed Zuo to forge documents, and they are likely to find out something by asking him.

Sure enough, when the young man surnamed Zuo saw the stack of documents in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, then looked up with a puzzled and bewildered expression: "Where did you get all this stuff?"

"It was given to me by this Press Company. Can you tell who made this?" Duan Dahai asked very politely.

The young man surnamed Zuo shook his head first: "Something's missing, right? There should also be a company seal, right?"

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, Boss Liang became excited and nodded directly to the young man, saying, "That official seal is very valuable. Presley's group only showed it to me once and then took it away."

"Tch! Treasure my ass, that's all just my imagination. There's no such thing as a red rubber stamp overseas." The young man surnamed Zuo rolled his eyes, then threw a stack of documents on the table. "These things are also related to me. One of my apprentices made them."

"But let me make this clear first, he asked me to make this, but he didn't specify its purpose. I just did what he said. If you want to hold me accountable, you've come to the wrong person."

The young man surnamed Zuo looked young, but he sat on an old, yellow-lacquered wooden chair with an air of utter indifference, and his eyes showed no sympathy whatsoever when he looked at the three of them.

After all, if you're in a society where you live without realizing you've been set up, who can you blame but yourself? You can only say, "You deserve it!"
"Of course we do, we know the rules." Duan Dahai smiled at the deliveryman, then took an envelope from his black leather bag under his arm and placed it on the other man's table. "It's just a small token of our appreciation."

"Hehe, you do know a bit of the rules." The young man surnamed Zuo smiled again, his dark face breaking into a grin. He pointed two fingers at the envelope, looking at Duan Dahai with a playful expression. "However, this amount of money is only enough to do the work, not enough to say anything."

Duan Dahai and the other two's expressions changed slightly. Boss Liang wanted to say something, but Duan Dahai reached out and blocked him.

The envelope contained three thousand yuan. With that amount of money, they could make a fake document almost as good as a real one, let alone a fake one.

Of course, the three of them came to question the mastermind behind the scenes, and the person in front of them was clearly trying to extort them.

"Add another two thousand." Yu Dawei also took out a wad of cash from his pocket and casually threw it on the table. When his gaze swept over the man surnamed Zuo, his tone was somewhat cold: "Call your apprentice over, we want to ask him ourselves." "Sure! It's just a phone call." The man surnamed Zuo grinned at Yu Dawei, turned around and picked up the phone without hesitation to contact his registered apprentice.

Although he is not yet thirty years old, he has a large number of apprentices and has more social experience than the average person. He knows who he can offend and who he cannot afford to offend.

Moreover, Chen Qing had specifically called him before the three of them arrived to tell him that he dared not offend Yu Dawei too much.

Not long after, another man, thin and dressed in blue overalls, came to the apartment.

The man had dark skin, but he was a bit older, looking like he was almost forty. I wonder how the two of them became master and apprentice.

The middle-aged, thin man wasn't nervous when he saw Yu Dawei and his two companions. Instead, he chatted with them about everyday things and even offered each of them a cigarette.

Boss Liang and Duan Dahai accepted the offer, but Yu Dawei did not.

The middle-aged, thin man spent half of the conversation trying to please Yu Dawei, presumably because he realized that the tall and strong Yu Dawei was the most difficult to mess with.

However, when Yu Dawei and the other two asked who had asked him to provide the information, the middle-aged man became unusually assertive and resolutely refused to reveal who was behind it all.

The reason is quite straightforward: they can't afford to offend them.

"Wang Laoba, Yu Dawei's uncle is Hou Wanqiang, from the Wanqiang Group in the oil city."

Seeing that his apprentice was not getting it, the man surnamed Zuo quickly offered a reminder, his eyes conveying a message.

Compared to them, we are all just small fry.

"This..." The middle-aged man called Wang Laoba had a few beads of sweat on his forehead after learning that Yu Dawei had another identity.

He then let out a long sigh, found a stool and sat down in the cramped, dark space, sighing, "Please don't be offended, the person who asked me to do this favor is indeed quite powerful, and a complete scoundrel."

"As the saying goes, it's better to offend a gentleman than a petty person. I just thought these three were easy to talk to... I really didn't mean to hide anything."

Instead of directly revealing the mastermind behind the scenes, Wang Laoba began to explain to the three of them with a pitiful expression, mainly hoping that Yu Dawei would not hold a grudge about what had just happened.

He knew about Wanqiang Group, and he knew Hou Wanshan even better. In previous years, this big brother didn't care about human life. In recent years, he heard that he had become more reserved. Although he had never seen him fight, this kind of person was even more terrifying. He didn't make a move until he did, and who knew what would happen when he did?
Wang Laoba didn't have a change of heart and intend to be a great good person. It's just that there's always someone better, and there's always someone stronger. This opportunist has to straighten out his posture and bend his back more often.

"Well, actually, if you asked around in the oil city, you would know that he started out in the hardware business..."

(End of this chapter)