Old Zheng felt that something was off.
It was... how should he put it? Even the air smelled wrong.
He had been with the Huo Group for many years and knew this estate well.
But recently, the estate seemed to be permeated by a... strange atmosphere.
He could not say exactly what was wrong, but his heart had been feeling unsettled.
Have I really gotten old? Is my heart failing?
Knock, knock, knock. Someone rapped on the door.
"Come in."
Red Scarf entered and dropped to one knee. "Your nephew greets—"
"Oh, get up, get up. You're like my own child. Why be so formal all the time?"
Old Zheng helped him up. "Well? Did you find anything?"
"Yes!"
Red Scarf furtively glanced around.
"No one's here. Speak."
"They made the trade."
"What!? So soon!?"
Old Zheng's heart lurched. If the deal had gone through, there would be nothing left for him to do!
He suddenly felt deep regret. His hesitation and overthinking had caused him to miss the perfect opportunity.
Old Zheng punched his palm in frustration. "Damn it!"
Red Scarf hurriedly said, "But something went wrong."
"Oh!?" Old Zheng leaned closer. "What went wrong?"
Red Scarf said, "The Dean didn't trust Lin Jiangxian, so he sent a young man to handle the transaction at the last minute. That man was Bu Ersun."
Old Zheng froze, then slowly sat back. "The Dean's grandson? When I left back then, he was still a child. Time really flies."
After blankly muttering that, Old Zheng immediately leaned forward again. "Where is Bu Ersun now?"
"He ran away!"
"He ran away? Why did he run?!"
"His bills were stolen!"
"Stolen!?"
Old Zheng was overjoyed!
What a joy! The cormorant was trading liquor for cash!
"Who stole them?"
"Lu Chengwen!"
Old Zheng slowly leaned