"Xu Pingsheng and Yu Shiting, those two old bastards, cherish their reputations. If Song Tianyao dared to deliver that shipment to them in person, his body would be pulled from the sea the next day." Sheng Zhaozhong pondered, a look of understanding gradually appearing on his face. "So Song Tianyao set his sights on Xu Pingsheng's son, Xu Enbo. The two reached an agreement; on the surface, Song Tianyao allied with the Shanghai people and created a huge rift with the Hong Kong, but behind the scenes, he had the son of the Shipping King of Hong Kong transport goods for him..."
Tan Jingwei nodded approvingly. "That's pretty much what I thought. This Song Tianyao has fooled everyone. I just don't know what kind of deal he has with Xu Enbo that would make this shipping magnate's son willing to take such a big risk."
Sheng Zhaozhong shook his head. Perhaps the answer to this question could only be found in the minds of Song Tianyao and Xu Enbo.
"I'll get to work." Sheng Zhaozhong didn't waste too much time on problems he couldn't figure out; once he was stuck, he stopped digging into them and focused on the present.
Tan Jingwei turned his gaze back to the newspaper on the table and waved his hand gently.
Sheng Zhaozhong called out to Di Zhen and the others, and led them out of the restaurant.
Tan Jingwei flipped through the newspaper on the table and muttered to himself, "Song Tianyao, I've seen through your obvious moves. If you haven't figured out your next move, I've got you cornered this time."
At the corner of the second-floor staircase, a clerical staff member under Tan Jingwei hurried downstairs, bowed to Tan Jingwei, and said, "Mr. Tam, there's a phone call from Taiwan; it seems to be related to the Thailand."
Tan Jingwei raised an eyebrow and looked up at the administrative subordinate. "Thailand person? Was that a call from Secretary Zhu?"
The clerical subordinate nodded, confirming Tan Jingwei's suspicions.
Tan Jingwei sat at the table and thought for a while, his brows gradually furrowing. Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, his subordinate couldn't help but remind him, "Mr. Tam, Secretary Zhu is still waiting for you on the phone."
Tan Jingwei let out a heavy sigh, slammed his hands on the table, and got up to walk upstairs, with his clerical subordinate following closely behind.
As the two walked one after the other, passing the corner on the second floor, the administrative subordinate secretly observed Tan Jingwei. He saw that Tan Jingwei's face, which was usually as warm as a spring breeze, was now so gloomy that it seemed to drip water.
Chapter 539 Who is the Sparrow?
On the path leading to Causeway Bay Pier, the trees on both sides are layered upon layered. Two black hardtop sedans emerged from the shadows of the trees around the corner and sped towards us.
After the car drove along a smooth, straight road, the view suddenly opened up, and a bay appeared in front of us. Small boats lined up in front of Causeway Bay Pier.
Upon arrival at the destination, the car in front suddenly slowed down and stopped.
Seeing the car in front stop, Huang Liu hurriedly slammed on the brakes. Even so, the car still lurched forward due to inertia, and the three people inside were thrown forward involuntarily.
Xu Minjun, who was sitting in the back seat, and Mute Ah Si in the front passenger seat, were both wearing seat belts and did not feel any impact. Huang Liu, who was not wearing a seat belt, was almost hit by the windshield due to the sudden stop.
Huang Liu rolled down the car window, cursing, and stuck his head out, yelling, "You son of a bitch! Didn't Brother Six turn on your hazard lights before parking? If it weren't for my good driving skills, I would have smashed your shit to pieces..."
Xu Minjun, sitting in the back seat, settled herself in, glanced coldly at Huang Liu who was still shouting to himself, reached out to open the car door, and stepped out.
Seeing Xu Minjun get out of the car, Huang Liu stopped cursing and hurriedly told the Mute Ah Si to get out of the car and follow her.
A cool breeze blew in Jicunwei of the Causeway Bay Pier, where nearly a hundred ferries of all sizes were docked. Xu Minjun reached out and tidied her hair, which had been blown about by the sea breeze, and glanced at the Xu Family driver who was leading the way.
"Miss Xu, this way please. Young Master Enbo is waiting for you in the warehouse."
Xu Minjun nodded and, guided by the driver, walked along the road paved with the ferry deck, making her way westward towards the rows of warehouses.
Just as Xu Minjun and her group were walking towards the warehouse, Sheng Zhaozhong, along with Di Zhen and others, emerged from a grove of trees on the left side of the previously quiet and deserted path, their gazes fixed on the backs of Xu Minjun and her group.
Di Zhen glanced at Sheng Zhaozhong's face and asked in a sinister tone, "Mr. Sheng, shall we make our move now?"
Sheng Zhaozhong stood still without speaking. After a moment of contemplation, he shook his head. "No rush. The Causeway Bay Pier are bustling with activity. Even if Xu Enbo were to hide it, he wouldn't hide the engine here. If we act now and fail to obtain evidence, all our previous efforts will be in vain. Song Tianyao has sent someone to see Xu Enbo, most likely to discuss the shipment. As long as we confirm that the engine is in Xu Enbo's hands, we can leave the rest to Mr. Tam."
Di Zhen nodded, seemingly understanding, "So, what do we do now?"
Sheng Zhaozhong turned and left. "Go back first and tell Mr. Tam the news. Since the engine is hidden in Xu Enbo's hands, no matter what tricks Song Tianyao plays in the future, just keep a close eye on Xu Enbo."
Di Zhen and his men, who had anticipated a fierce battle, exchanged bewildered glances upon seeing Sheng Zhaozhong leave without hesitation. Di Zhen gave a signal, then led his men to follow Sheng Zhaozhong, disappearing silently into the woods.
The dock returned to silence, but no one noticed that in an abandoned truck parked by the roadside, an elderly man around fifty years old, dressed in a silk robe, was clearly watching Sheng Zhaozhong and Di Zhen's every move through the truck's tinted windows.
Sitting next to the old man was a young man who looked to be around twenty years old. Perhaps due to years of seafaring, his skin appeared very rough.
After watching Sheng Zhaozhong and Di Zhen's figures disappear for a while, the young man turned around and asked respectfully, "Uncle Leung, the young master's affair has been discovered. Should I take the brothers to stop Tan Jingwei's men and shut them up forever?"
The old man, addressed as Uncle Leung, smiled and shook his head, "A-Zhong, some things can't be solved by fighting. If it were that simple, how could Tan Jingwei dare to sit so openly in Central restaurant having breakfast?"