In the evening, I played the recording for Lao Yang.

He had served in the military, worked as a police officer for more than ten years after demobilization, and now he had resigned to become a criminal lawyer.

His hearing was good, and he immediately said that Zhang Fengxia should be from a northern province.

“But Feng Qihang is from the south. How did they meet when the distance is so vast, especially when they were young?”

I was puzzled.

Because Jin Wenyu had said that he had made his fortune in the pig slaughtering business before.

The pig slaughtering business exists everywhere, there’s no need to go far to make a living.

“The woman following me had very red cheeks, like she was from the highlands. And Zhang Fengxia was clearly not good at planning and scheming. How could such a person handle an experienced businessman?”

I straightened my back, my expression becoming extremely serious.

“What would these people from all over the country gather together to do? It’s like they suddenly appeared out of nowhere, but they must have some source of income.”

We simultaneously thought of a possibility:

Organized crime!

Lao Yang said, “I’ll check when Zhang Fengxia came to Honghai, where she was before, and what she was doing.”

“I’ll contact Mr. Feng and ask about the specifics of how they met.”

After speaking, I took out my phone and dialed Feng Qihang’s number.

“Beep—beep—”

It kept ringing until it automatically hung up, but no one answered.