Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

"Zhou Minghan is a teacher here. He and Li Yunsheng are not only friends, but also college classmates. After graduating from college, Li Yunsheng went to work for a financial company, while Zhou Minghan became a teacher here."

At this moment, the three of them were standing at the entrance of No. 46 Middle School. The reason there were three of them was because Zhang Haiyang had also come along.

Of the 30 million, Zhang Haiyang and Lao Zhong each received a 3% commission, which was agreed upon beforehand. After all, as a broker, one relies on commissions for a living, and Shen Qingzhou could understand that.

"Are you sure you can find someone here?" Shen Qingzhou asked.

It was dismissal time, and the school gate was crowded with parents picking up their children.

"We can only say we'll look for it. We checked planes, high-speed trains, and highways, but there's no record of him leaving Huinan City."

It has to be said that rats have their burrows and snakes have their paths, and Shen Qingzhou had no way of finding this information.

"I'm not afraid he'll run away, I'm afraid he'll spend the money," Old Zhong said.

"What if they flee abroad?"

"It's easier to escape abroad. There are some constraints in China, but abroad we can use any means necessary. We're not afraid he won't return the money," Old Zhong said calmly.

"You have connections abroad too?" Shen Qingzhou asked in surprise.

"Old Zhong has a brother who specializes in debt collection," Zhang Haiyang said.

"I know that."

"His brother is a Fujianese."

Shen Qingzhou still didn't understand what this had to do with whether he was from Fujian or not.

"Fujianese people are all over the world, so debt collection companies like this exist all over the world, and they cooperate with each other."

"Holy crap, this thing is a chain?" Shen Qingzhou was truly amazed.

"Those who take the money and run abroad want to live a peaceful life and enjoy life. Since that's the case, we just need to make their lives unbearable. We can arrange all kinds of complaints and reports, and we can even hire a few black men to rob and rape them. We can drive them to the brink of collapse..."

"Furthermore, they have partnerships with major airlines, so your whereabouts are tracked the moment you get off the plane..."

Shen Qingzhou: ……

He's still too young; he's really broadened his horizons.

"Wait here for me, I'll go ask." Old Zhong took the initiative to walk towards the school security guard.

Only Zhang Haiyang and Shen Qingzhou remained in the same spot.

"I don't think I could find it at school. If I had taken the money, I would have run away long ago. Why would I be waiting at school for you to come looking for me?"

Shen Qingzhou took out a cigarette, but seeing so many students coming and going, he put it away again.

"Actually, we didn't expect to find anyone else at school," Zhang Haiyang grinned.

Shen Qingzhou was taken aback upon hearing this, then said, "You want to make it public knowledge that Zhou Minghan owes money and hasn't paid it back?"

He finally understood why Lao Zhong insisted on coming to school during the afternoon when there were the most students leaving.

Because if they make a scene at this point, Zhou Minghan's affair will probably spread far and wide.

Zhang Haiyang was somewhat surprised that Shen Qingzhou was able to realize what was going on so quickly.

But thinking about it, there aren't many idiots in their line of work, and idiots can't do their job, so it's not surprising.

"These scholars are the most shameless, yet sometimes they are the most concerned with their reputation, and based on our understanding of Zhou Minghan, he is a man who cares about his reputation..."

Shen Qingzhou chimed in, "If someone cares about their reputation, they're easily manipulated. No matter where they hide, once this gets out, they'll easily slip up."

Zhang Haiyang looked at him with surprise and said, "No, you're overthinking it. We just want to ruin his reputation, cut off his escape route, and teach him a lesson. After all, we're law-abiding citizens. Even if we catch him, we can't kill him, can we?"

Are they obeying the law? Old Zhong had just buried someone at noon.

Shen Qingzhou naturally wouldn't tell Zhang Haiyang these things.

Moreover, Lao Zhongdi did this partly to seek revenge, and partly to leave himself a way out.

Yes, that's the way out, because Lao Zhong probably felt that going to jail was better than falling into Shen Qingzhou's hands.

Shen Qingzhou knew exactly what he was thinking, but she just didn't expose him.

Old Zhong is oversimplifying things. Does he really think that once he's in prison, there's nothing that can be done about him?

As the two were talking, a commotion came from the school gate, and soon Old Zhong strode back with an angry look on his face.

"How do we find Zhou Minghan next? Should we go to his house?"

Shen Qingzhou was thinking that if they couldn't find Zhou Minghan, they could take the opportunity to go to Zhou Minghan's house and see if they could find Zhou Minghan's hair, and then use the same method they used to find Lao Zhong to find him.

"No, we've already found them." Zhang Haiyang waved his phone.

"So fast?" Shen Qingzhou was somewhat surprised.

"It's already very slow. More than two hours have passed since I found out he took the money and ran away," Zhang Haiyang said casually.

That's an extremely pretentious statement.

Shen Qingzhou was very curious about how he found the person. Damn, this was much more effective than his magic.

He had Wu Ying find Lao Zhong, which took him an entire night.

However, Shen Qingzhou did not ask, just like Zhang Haiyang had blurted out earlier that he wanted to ask them how they found the key, and then immediately apologized.

Those in this line of work each have their own methods and connections; it's their livelihood, so it's not appropriate to ask them casually.

However, while Shen Qingzhou didn't say anything, Zhang Haiyang took the initiative to say, "We've located the location of his phone."

Shen Qingzhou then realized that there were only two possibilities for being able to locate the other party's phone: either a Trojan horse had been implanted in the phone beforehand, or someone in the communications department was involved.

Old Zhong had already walked up to the two of them, and the anger on his face had long since disappeared.

"Let's go to the next place," he said.

Zhang Haiyang didn't waste any words and said directly, "I'll drive."

Upon hearing this, Lao Zhong immediately tossed the keys in his hand to the other person.

Zhang Haiyang drove his car, looking at the navigation on his phone, and soon arrived at a place in Xicheng District.

This place was originally a "small third-line" factory built by Shanghai. In the late 1980s, it was gradually abandoned due to the relocation wave of "small third-line" factories.

There are many abandoned houses and factories here, making it a good place to hide.

Vehicles can't drive in; you can only walk.

"How's the accuracy of your positioning?"

"Millimeter level," Zhang Haiyang said boastfully.

Shen Qingzhou knew he was definitely bragging, but one thing was certain.

That means Zhang Haiyang must have located Zhou Minghan by planting a Trojan horse, because only a Trojan horse virus, which makes the mobile phone send out signals in real time, can locate him so accurately.

Old Zhong took out a cigarette, handed one to Shen Qingzhou, lit it for him, and then lit one for himself.

Zhang Haiyang kept his head down, constantly adjusting the direction and position of his phone.

"Do you think we can get our money back just by finding Zhou Minghan?" Shen Qingzhou suddenly asked, exhaling a smoke ring.

"What do you mean?"

Old Zhong turned his head and looked at Shen Qingzhou in surprise.

"When you entrusted me with this matter before, because of your relationship, I didn't ask you for the client's information. But I just looked at Zhou Minghan's resume. He's a middle school teacher. I don't think he has the ability to launder 300 million and transfer it to the country..."

Old Zhong breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and then said, "Don't worry about that. As long as I can get these three hundred million, I will naturally have ways to clean it up. Of course, the fees will definitely be high, but that has nothing to do with you. You just wait to collect the money."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingzhou didn't say anything more, but took a deep drag on his cigarette. The thin smoke obscured his face, leaving only his eyes looking at him through the smoke.

Old Zhong felt uneasy watching this and quickly looked away.