Names: Uncle Zhao Mengsheng, Father-in-law Pei Yihong

Gao Yuliang picked up his teacup, his fingertip pausing on the lid. "Du Bozhong's phone number is too easy to find. The problem is, this guy might not be willing to answer."

The screen in the conference room was still lit.

Liu Changsheng glanced at Tian Guofu and said, "Since Secretary Guofu is the deputy leader, I propose that Secretary Guofu contact Du Bozhong."

Tian Guofu took out his phone. "Okay, Governor Liu, I'll contact him right now."

"Don't rush," Qi Tongwei said, raising his hand to stop him.

Tian Guofu's hand stopped on the number. "Comrade Tongwei, what's your explanation now?"

Qi Tongwei glanced at his watch. "We definitely need to make the call, but not now. Du Bozhong has many phone numbers; we need to call every single one of them."

Tian Guofu placed his phone face down on the table. "When should I call?"

"After the meeting, Du Bozhong is a very cunning man, so don't let your guard down and be patient."

Tian Guofu pursed his lips. "So, according to you, we have to keep him company and chat?"

Qi Tongwei leaned back in his chair. "Let's chat casually. When fishing, whoever gets impatient before the fish bites the hook loses."

Tian Guofu snorted, "I, the secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission, have to learn how to fish today."

Li Dakang chimed in, "Secretary Guofu, it's alright if you don't catch anything, the table is still reserved for you."

Wu Chunlin couldn't help but burst into laughter, then quickly lowered his head and coughed twice.

Sha Ruijin did not laugh.

A stand-in led to the discovery of a businessman who had left the country, and Chen Shan had just escaped right under their noses.

It may seem like a problem involving just a few people, but if you dig deeper, no one knows how far you might end up.

"Do as Comrade Tongwei suggested." Sha Ruijin closed his notebook. "Today's meeting content must be kept secret; no one is allowed to divulge it. The fugitive pursuit team should first find out Chen Shan's whereabouts. First, investigate the true identity of the daughter impersonating Li Shiya."

Qi Tongwei added, "Especially their family situation and financial transactions over the past three years."

Tian Guofu blinked. "Executive Qi, you suspect she took the blame for someone else because of her family?"

"A person who can carry an identity and endure interrogation in the interrogation room must have a price to pay. Whether it's money, favors, or saving a life, investigating further will always leave something behind," Qi Tongwei's analysis was quite reasonable.

Sha Ruijin nodded. "Meeting adjourned."

As everyone stood up, Liu Changsheng passed by Qi Tongwei and paused for a moment.

"Comrade Tongwei, Chen Shan's escape abroad is the biggest uncertainty factor."

Qi Tongwei bluntly stated, "Governor Liu, when he held power in Handong, people respected him because of the power he wielded. Now that he has lost that power, whether he can survive depends on what he still has left."

Liu Changsheng stared at him for two seconds. "You know him very well."

Qi Tongwei pulled out a chair. "I've arrested quite a few people. When people are desperate, their methods are all pretty much the same."

Liu Changsheng didn't ask any more questions and left the meeting room with the documents in his hand.

the other side.

Southeastern part of the country of Ma.

Chen Shan waded through the mud and water into the town.

Raw meat hung on a street stall, and a motorcycle brushed past him, its exhaust fumes mixed with the smell of spices filling his nostrils.

No one here asks him where he comes from, nor does anyone care where he's going.

With money in hand, many things can be accomplished.

He first found a hotel.

The shopkeeper accepted the money, glanced at him twice, and didn't even take out the register.

"Are you here for tourism?"

"travel."

"one person?"

My friend will be arriving later.

Chen Shan said this on purpose, because it's easy for someone to get their kidneys squeezed.

If it involves friends, the boss will think it over.

The boss tossed him the keys, saying, "Hot water won't be available until tonight."

After entering the house, Chen Shan first checked the windows and then propped a chair against the door.

Without identification, without acquaintances, I can't even use my name.

In the past, in Handong, people would open doors for him wherever he went.

When you get here, you have to prop up a chair to hold up a broken wooden door.

Chen Shan took out Lao Ma's wallet, which contained several business cards.

One of them is the most miraculous, claiming to process passports from all over the world, 100% authentic.

That's too much hype.

Chen Shan went out and bought a local phone card, then started making calls.

The person who answered the phone spoke Mandarin and introduced himself as Ah Kun.

"Are you Lao Ma's friend?"

"right."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, then a voice said, "A living person does the work, so the price is high."

"First, get two guns, then get a Malaysian identity."

Ah Kun's usual routine: "The gun is easy, but the identity will have to wait."

"I want it today," Chen Shan insisted.

Ah Kun chuckled twice, "Okay, but it'll cost more. If you want it today, double the price."

Send the digital copy of your photo and your name to my encrypted email address.

Have the money ready, come to the warehouse by the river tonight.

"One hand over the gun, the other hand over the goods."

The phone hangs up.

Chen Shan stared at his phone, his chest heaving a few times.

In the past, people like him weren't even qualified to see him.

These days, even a local tyrant dares to teach him manners.

After nightfall, he went to the riverbank according to the address.

The warehouse was lit up, and several people were squatting on the ground playing cards.

Ah Kun, wearing a vest, looked up at Chen Shan and kicked a canvas bag to his feet.

"Two guns, the bullets are inside."

Chen Shan unzipped his jacket, picked up his gun, and removed the magazine to check it.

The movements were not rusty.

Ah Kun put down the cards. "Served in the military?"

"I used to be a policeman."

The people in the warehouse fell silent.

Even overseas, they take notes.

Ah Kun stared at him. "Are you fucking telling the truth?"

"Is a lie worth anything?" Chen Shan stuffed the gun back into his bag and tossed over a wad of banknotes.

"Passport," Ah Kun said after counting the money. "Wait a minute. What's your name on your passport?"

"Chen Erma".

Ah Kun looked up and laughed, "Your name is so corny."

Chen Shan laughed, "As long as the person is valuable, that's enough."

Ah Kun put away the money and went inside.

A moment later, they turned back.

The photo is of Chen Shan, but the name written as Chen Erma is listed, and the birthplace is listed as a village in southern Maguo.

Chen Shan took the passport, looked at it, and tucked the gun into his back waistband.

The name on the passport is even more unsophisticated.

But he felt at ease.

A person can deceive him, but a gun cannot.

Back at the small hotel, I dialed Li Shiya's number first.

Unable to connect.

I dialed my daughter's nanny's number again, but still couldn't get through.

Chen Shan sat on the edge of the bed, repeatedly redialing, but all he heard was a mechanical voice.

wrong.

Before leaving Handong, he instructed Li Shiya to leave him a message every day, no matter what happened.

Even without speaking, two facial expressions will suffice.

The results of it?

There's nothing here now.

Chen Shan pulled out another number.

Du Bozhong.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

The sea breeze came through the receiver, along with the sound of water.

"Who is it?"

"it's me."

Du Bozhong remained silent.

Chen Shan gripped his phone. "Where are Shiya and my daughter?"

"Chen Shan."

Du Bozhong finally spoke, "They are all under my protection and are safe."

"Okay, I want to talk to Shiya."

"Shiya went out and isn't here."

"Then let my daughter answer."

"The child is resting."

Chen Shan glanced down at the time.

There's no time difference between Malaysia and Hong Kong, so how could the child possibly be asleep at this hour?

"Old Du, you've changed the hell."

"Chen Shan, people change."

Chen Shan touched the gun at his waist. "Don't forget I'm Chen Shan."

The sea breeze in the receiver stopped, and Du Bozhong closed a door on his end.

"Chen Shan, you are nothing now."

"What did you say?"

Du Bozhong, his composure shattered, said, "Do I have to say it again? I'm a legitimate businessman with a company, business, and Hong Kong residency. And you? A wanted criminal, a stray dog."