Chapter 1105: A Den of Dragons and a Pit of Tigers

Near the residence of Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao, there was a tea house. Whenever he had nothing to do, he always liked to come over for a cup of tea.

To be fair, the tea house was not large, and the tea was just so-so, but Zhao Fusheng simply enjoyed coming here often, sitting in the tea house, savoring the tranquil atmosphere, watching the bustling traffic outside the window. Whether you were a business elite worth tens of millions or a hardworking office worker, when you sat down to drink tea, the difference was not that great.

The reason a habit becomes a habit is merely a continuous state.

Occasionally, Zhao Fusheng would also recall some things from his previous life, but unfortunately, more and more people and events in his memory gradually became blurred. Those familiar faces, those unforgettable incidents—ironically, he could remember those movies and TV shows, but could not recall the people and things that happened around him.

Time is like an eraser; imperceptibly, those people and events we thought would be etched in our hearts for a lifetime are often quietly erased. When we occasionally reminisce, perhaps only a faint blur remains.

Sitting in the tea house, Zhao Fusheng's gaze was very calm. He raised his watch to check the time and smiled at Zhang Qian, who was sitting across from him: "It seems Dong Chenxi should have finished her phone call by now."

He had already told Zhang Qian about Chen Shijie's matter. For Zhao Fusheng, Zhang Qian was the person he trusted most. Some things could not be told to Fan Baobao for her safety, but with Zhang Qian, there were not so many taboos.

"Took the bait?" Zhang Qian raised an eyebrow and asked.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Hard to say. It depends on whether the other side is really that anxious."

This was his honest thought. After all, this matter was not solely up to him. If Tong Zhenbang's side was not in a hurry, even if he set a trap for them, they might not be willing to step into it.

Just then, the phone on the table in front of Zhao Fusheng suddenly rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, a smile crept across his face.

"How did it go?" Zhao Fusheng asked Dong Chenxi on the other end of the line as he picked up the phone.

"Heh, this Tong Zhenbang is quite interesting," Dong Chenxi laughed over the phone. "When I first brought it up, he was quite surprised and acted coy, and then..."

With that, she recounted the entire conversation with Tong Zhenbang, finally saying, "He wants to meet you tonight."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, then said slowly, "Alright, give him my number and tell him I'll pay him a visit in person."

"You're going yourself?" Dong Chenxi was taken aback. "Is that necessary?"

After all, in her view, Zhao Fusheng had no need to go to such lengths.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled. "If you're going to play the part, play it fully. Since we're in need of funds now, we have to show our sincerity. Have you prepared everything I asked for?"

"All set," Dong Chenxi nodded. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No need," Zhao Fusheng declined her company. "Just push forward with the blog network plan as quickly as possible. Leave this to me; with Zhang Qian helping me, you can rest assured."

He understood Dong Chenxi's concern. They say a man of wealth should not sit in harm's way, and in her eyes, taking such a risk to meet Tong Zhenbang was hardly wise. But to Zhao Fusheng, it was nothing at all.

Because right now, he was simply doing business with Tong Zhenbang. As long as Tong Zhenbang wanted to launder money and make money multiply, he couldn't possibly refuse him or do him any harm at this point.

Zhao Fusheng insisted, and Dong Chenxi had no good way to deal with it, so she had to agree.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhang Qian: "The fish has taken the bait."

Zhang Qian could tell that he was in a very good mood.

"Should I notify the police?" Zhang Qian thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Regardless, this should be reported to the police. After all, he was assisting the police in their case, and there had to be some rules. Most importantly, if the other side had any plans or if there was anything that needed to be communicated between the two sides, this was the best time.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I'll do it."

This matter itself was a plan he and Cao Jianguo had discussed, so he had to inform the other party.

Although in Zhao Fusheng's view, it was actually unnecessary, after all, this was only the first step of a long march, just the beginning, still far from his goal.

Cao Jianguo was somewhat surprised to receive Zhao Fusheng's call, but as Zhao Fusheng had guessed, he was quite excited. This meant that the plan he had discussed with Zhao Fusheng had a good chance of succeeding.

"Do you need my cooperation?" Cao Jianguo asked Zhao Fusheng.

He was very worried about this matter and naturally did not want anything to happen to Zhao Fusheng. After all, whether from Cao Jianguo's own perspective or from Xue Yuanfang's connections, Zhao Fusheng was not someone who could afford to have an accident.

Although in fact, the hotel where Tong Zhenbang was staying was already under tight police surveillance, Cao Jianguo still hoped nothing would go wrong.

"No need, we're just meeting." Not taking Cao Jianguo's words to heart, Zhao Fusheng said indifferently.

With Zhang Qian around, Zhao Fusheng believed that as long as the other side didn't use guns, he didn't need to worry about any messy things.

Moreover, everyone was after money; he believed that as long as the other side wasn't crazy, they wouldn't suddenly turn hostile.

"Alright, keep in touch." Cao Jianguo thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng: "If anything changes, prioritize your own safety. Nothing else matters."

Zhao Fusheng grunted in acknowledgment. Regardless of whether Cao Jianguo's words were sincere, they made him feel comfortable inside.

"Director Cao, rest assured, I'll be careful." After chatting for a bit about precautions, Zhao Fusheng put down the phone and looked up at Zhang Qian: "So, are you interested in braving that den of dangers with me?"

Zhang Qian shrugged: "If the police's intelligence is correct, the other side only has a few people openly in the hotel. If they don't use guns, no one can touch you before I fall."

When he said this, his gaze was sharp and he was extremely confident.

After all, he was a man who had come through a hail of bullets.

In this era lacking in blood and courage, Zhang Qian was a true king of soldiers.

"Alright, let's go." Zhao Fusheng slowly stood up and walked toward the door. Zhang Qian followed behind him, their silhouettes one after the other, surprisingly looking somewhat harmonious.

No one knew what ferocious enemies they would face on this trip.