After Zhu Yuefu hung up, a faint sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
He knew Feng Jun was not some rich second-generation heir. It was not merely something he could tell from Feng Jun's face; he even knew quite a few things about Feng Jun's family.
To many people, Feng Jun's rise was a mystery. Zhu Yuefu could not tell outsiders about how he had earned his first pot of gold either, so he understood why Feng Jun kept it hidden.
But what neither he nor Feng Jun could hide was that they had both been dirt poor before making their fortunes. That was why the process had become such a mystery.
Zhu Yuefu had never dealt with Feng Jun, but he knew this was a tycoon even wealthier than himself.
A man like that had traveled all the way from Yang City to Jincheng, gone specifically to a hospital, and said, "My family was already rich when I was a child"—what the hell was that supposed to be? Was he trying to flirt with the receptionist at my hospital?
He stood there stunned for quite a while before ordering his secretary with a dark face, "Send this profile picture to the other two hospitals. Have them check their surveillance footage and see whether this person has appeared there."
That was the good thing about private companies. Once the boss gave an order, the results were quickly reported from below. There was no such thing as malfunctioning surveillance cameras or damaged hard drives.
Before long, the investigation results came in. This man had appeared at both the proctology hospital and the rhinitis hospital. He had not even changed clothes, and the gorgeous woman beside him had always been the same one.
The employees of those two hospitals had even