Song Guanchao found Lu Feng that afternoon.

"Damn, class leader, is this plan really so grand?"

After listening to Song Guanchao's plan, Lu Feng's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard.

This is too... too reckless!

That's a project worth tens of billions.

Is this something a shell company can handle?

"If we're going to play, let's play big."

If we don't aim big, how can we deal with Secretary Lu?

Lu Feng said, "But... I remember the bid requires a security deposit, right? For a project worth tens of billions, the deposit must be a lot of money, right?"

Song Guanchao said in surprise, "You know about this?"

"I've never eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run. Don't underestimate people, class leader."

"Heh." Song Guanchao chuckled: "You don't need to worry about these things; just help me find the right person."

"Remember, it must be someone who can handle situations."

"Finding someone isn't difficult..."

Lu Feng still felt that Song Guanchao was taking things too far this time, and he was a bit worried.

"Alright, don't overthink it; there won't be any surprises in this matter."

"Find the person and let me know; we can't drag this out."

Lu Feng was very efficient, and he found the person by the next day.

After receiving the call, Song Guanchao immediately came over.

The two met in a private room at a club.

The person Lu Feng found was in the adjoining room, and Lu Feng sent him some girls to keep him company and drink while singing.

Song Guanchao went over the person's information, scrutinizing it carefully.

Tang Zhengqiang, 52 years old, from Ganshan, with a son and daughter both studying abroad.

He did business in his early years, but went bankrupt due to investment failures ten years ago.

Song Guanchao asked, "Does this person have a criminal record?"

"Here, this is a certificate of no criminal record."

"Wow, you prepared thoroughly."

Song Guanchao raised his eyebrows; today was Sunday, so this no criminal record certificate was clearly prepared in advance.

This Tang Zhengqiang is definitely not a decent person.

Who on earth opens up this kind of certificate beforehand?

"What has he been living on for these ten years?"

"I asked, but he wouldn't say. He said he needs to meet the big boss and confirm what he's supposed to do before he'll talk."

"Did you show yourself to him?"

"No, all contact was via phone."

Lu Feng's actions were still quite reliable.

Song Guanchao thought for a moment and asked, "Is this club safe?"

"The club owner is my friend, and I have turned off the surveillance."

"Then, you go prepare a mask for me... damn, you already have the masks ready?"

Seeing the masks Lu Feng produced, Song Guanchao was speechless.

He was more thorough than expected; everything that wasn't anticipated was prepared.

They both put on masks, and Song Guanchao said, "Bring him over."

Two minutes later, a tall man walked in.

The man's hair was half black and half white, meticulously groomed, wearing silver-framed glasses, about 180 cm tall, with a well-maintained physique.

The club's heating was set high, so he only wore a short-sleeved Polo shirt and casual wide-legged jeans.

Upon entering and seeing the two masked individuals, Tang Zhengqiang visibly hesitated for a moment.

But he quickly regained his composure, walking steadily, his presence reserved, as he sat opposite the two.

Song Guanchao had a very good first impression of him.

This man, his appearance is top-notch.

This kind of demeanor is also remarkable, showing no signs of nervousness.

Exactly the kind of aura Song Guanchao wanted.

Tang Zhengqiang glanced at the two and finally rested his eyes on Song Guanchao: "What do you need me to do?"

Song Guanchao was once again surprised; the man's ability to read the situation was also strong.

Without any words being spoken, he was able to accurately discern with just a glance that Song Guanchao was the one in charge.

Song Guanchao deliberately lowered his voice: "How have you been living these years?"

Tang Zhengqiang knew he was being assessed.

For him, this was a job interview.

Whether or not he'd secure the position depended on his response.

"Conning."

"..."

Tang Zhengqiang had a refined and stable demeanor, with an outstanding appearance and a very attractive façade, particularly alluring to middle-aged women and young housewives.

Yet, such a person saying the word "conning" gave Song Guanchao a feeling of abruptness and discord.

The key was how naturally he said it, as if it wasn't something shameful.

This person's mental resilience was very strong.

"Have you conned government officials before?"

"I have."

"What level?"

"The highest is Provincial."

"..." Had it not been for the need to be mindful of the setting, Song Guanchao would have wanted to say 'impressive'.

However, this was precisely the talent he needed.

He immediately explained what he needed done.

During the explanation, he also watched for changes in Tang Zhengqiang's facial expressions.

But his ability to maintain composure was too good; almost no changes were evident.

After finishing, Song Guanchao asked, "Do you have any questions?"

Tang Zhengqiang shook his head.

Song Guanchao was even more amazed: "Aren't you curious why I'm asking you to do this?"

Tang Zhengqiang smiled slightly: "My job is conning, isn't that precisely what caught your attention? Since that's the case, all I need to do is con according to your requirements. As for why you're conning, what does that have to do with me?"

Song Guanchao started to appreciate this man somewhat.

Never asking questions when he shouldn't, he gauged the size and boundary very adeptly.

Song Guanchao nodded and said, "Name your price."

Tang Zhengqiang replied: "I first need to understand the project details and determine which officials I need to approach and their rankings. After that, I'll make my offer."

"How long?"

"One week."

"Okay."

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave now."

"Go ahead."

After Tang Zhengqiang left, the two removed their masks, and Lu Feng asked, "How was it?"

"Professional!"

Song Guanchao praised, "Truly damn professional!"

This was his first encounter with the world of con artists.

His impression of con artists was still stuck at the level of multi-level marketing groups.

He hadn't expected con artists to have evolved to this extent.

Look at his appearance, then look at his words; needing to assess before quoting a price.

Professional, incredibly professional!

"Have your men keep an eye on him during this time."

"Got it."

Song Guanchao checked the time and said, "I'm heading off; when he contacts you, let me know."

He picked up Tang Zhengqiang's information and left.

Back in the car, he took pictures of Tang Zhengqiang's information and called Liang Jianfeng.

He called several times with no answer and couldn't help but complain; he's only been in the Provincial City for a month and is busy even on weekends?

He drove home, and as soon as he entered, Liang Jianfeng called back.

"What is it? Speak."

"Uncle Liang, I'd like to ask you to help investigate someone for me."

"Send it over."

"Okay, beep beep…"

I haven't finished talking yet!

Song Guanchao, irritated, called again.

"Speak."

"This person has a son and a daughter studying abroad; Uncle Liang, help me check their immigration records."

"Anything else?"

"Nope… beep beep…"

Hanging up so fast.

How busy can work in the Provincial City be?

In the evening, while Song Guanchao and Liang Jiajia were out on a date, Liang Jianfeng called.

"Hey…"

"Sent to your email, take a look yourself."

"Okay… beep beep…"

There it goes, hung up again.

Liang Jiajia squinted at his face filled with discontent: "Got dumped again?"

Song Guanchao was speechless: "Your dad's call."

"My dad?"

"I asked him to help check on something, but he seems a bit busy."

"It's nearly the end of the year, and being in the Provincial City, he's surely busy."

Song Guanchao put away his phone and said, "Are you full? If so, let's go see a movie."

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