After asking Bai Fengtai to pass a piece of information to the headquarters, Fan Keqin watched the other party go out. I lit a cigarette by myself and began to "compose" songs again. There is not enough information to make any assumptions. Even if he suspects that there must be something wrong with Zhou Haiping going to the garrison headquarters, he still cannot make wild guesses without any intelligence support.
Therefore, what Fan Keqin is doing now is the daily work of maintaining his current identity. As a songwriter, he has nothing to do but write a song. In this way, his identity will be more stable. I wrote down the music first, then filled in two lines of lyrics, but I haven’t written any other content yet. A phone call called him out.
It turned out that it was Wei Shutong, the boy's father's secretary, who called. It is said that the boy's father has returned to Shanghai and has something to discuss with Fan Keqin, asking him to go to No. 107 Fukaisen Road now. He also said on the phone that Fan Keqin should keep a low profile and not attract anyone's attention, and he would open the door for him.
After putting down the phone, Fan Keqin began to think quickly. The danger...should be none, at least not big. Because the child father himself has no reason to deal with himself. And his identity is so secret. To put it bluntly, if the little devil and Wang Qiao really knew that they were ghosts, would they still use this method? It must be an urgent gathering of considerable strength to surround itself layer by layer.
Therefore, in this case, the risk is definitely not great. But the child's father asked him to go to No. 107 Fukaisen Road in a low profile... Does that mean that he came back secretly? Or maybe there is something confidential that I need to discuss with myself, otherwise, it would be impossible to do this.
Fan Keqin explained the company's affairs, went downstairs, and drove all the way to Fukaisen Road. Keep a low profile...I can't act too professional. But he couldn't act like a fool, so Fan Keqin just stopped the car in advance and walked for a while before arriving at No. 107.
This is a quite high-end apartment building. As soon as Fan Keqin came downstairs, he saw Wei Shutong revealing half of his body through the door and waving to him. Then he looked at the situation behind him. Fan Keqin immediately took a few steps, entered the building door, and asked: "Brother Wei, is there something going on with my father-in-law? Why is he so mysterious? He hasn't sent a letter in advance, asking us to pick him up."
"I'll tell you when I get inside." Wei Shutong took Fan Keqin and opened the door of a room on the first floor directly, letting Fan Keqin in. Then he turned around and closed the door.
Wei Shutong brought Fan Keqin to the living room, poured Fan Keqin a cup of tea, and then sat next to him and said: "Uncle Tong came back in a hurry this time. In fact, I encountered something in Nanjing and it was time to cash it out. A young bastard accidentally discovered it, so someone from above talked to Uncle Tong. But some officers who were close to us revealed that someone wanted to seize this point to deal with the boy's father. The boy's father was a little worried, which happened to be unpleasant. It's the end of the year, and Uncle Tong also wants to take a look at the financial work when he comes to Shanghai. He secretly came back a few days early. There are some things I want to tell you."
As for what it is, it is naturally impossible for Wei Shutong to say it. That is what the boy's father wants to tell Fan Keqin personally. Although as a secretary, he can be said to be one of the closest confidants of the boy's father, he also knows that there is a difference between closeness and distance. Fan Keqin is the boy's father's son-in-law, half a son-in-law. Furthermore, there were some specific things that the boy's father didn't say. He didn't know the details, and it was impossible to inquire about them.
After hearing this, Fan Keqin did not continue to ask. Instead, he took out a cigar and said, "Come on, brother Wei, try this. It's said to be from Southeast Asia. It's really good when I smoke it. You try it and tell me." Is there a difference in the Cuban side? Can you get used to it?"
"Hey, thank you." Wei Shutong took the cigar, lit it, took a sip, and said, "It's really good, it smells like milk."
Fan Keqin smiled and said, "Right, it's the latest flavor." As he spoke, he looked around the apartment. In fact, this apartment is not small. The living room alone is more than thirty square meters. So although I didn't visit it, the whole room should not be too small.
Wei Shutong watched him look at the apartment and introduced it, saying: "I bought this apartment seven or eight years ago. In fact, when I bought it, I wanted to store some things. But when I came over to take a look, it was really good. It was a pity just to store things. I just renovated it. But I didn’t rent it out, so I hired someone to come over and clean it every now and then. I haven’t lived here much, and Uncle Tong thinks this place is quite low-key, so I asked you to come here this time. "
Wei Shutong gives the impression that he is very measured and has a good sense of distance. This is also the reason why the boy's father likes him, and he feels very harmonious when getting along with him. Wei Shutong has been with the boy's father for ten years. It can be said that he is very familiar with him and has gained great trust from the boy's father. It can be said that this kid is full of advantages, but he has one shortcoming that is not considered a shortcoming in this day and age. That means there are more women. He took in eight concubines alone. But precisely because of this, the boy's father was even more happy with him.
After all, if a person has no shortcomings, you will only be happy again unless this person is someone you are particularly close to. Otherwise, a person has almost no shortcomings, and even if he is not jealous, he will definitely feel a sense of distance. At that time, when Wei Shutong first followed the boy's father, the boy had four wives. At that time, the other party was just twenty-five years old, so it was obvious that he was very lively. In the following years, I have somewhat restrained myself, and I have continued to collect four more "only" one after another.
If this boy didn't have this shortcoming...otherwise, to be honest, Miss Tong might not be able to get Fan Keqin's turn. But this is just a hypothesis. After all, Uncle Wei has a good sense of proportion. With this characteristic of his, even if the child's father is willing, he himself may not dare.
The two were chatting, and Wei Shutong told him why the boy's father hadn't come yet. It was because the boy's father had gone to meet someone, but he would be back soon.
Sure enough, the two of them only had time to smoke a cigar. The boy's father, who was very low-key outside, came in alone. After seeing Fan Keqin, he said: "Ah Heng is here."
"Hey." Fan Keqin agreed, stepped forward to help him hang his coat on the hook next to him, and then followed the boy's father to the living room. Wei Shutong came out of the kitchen carrying a multi-layered food box, opened the lid, placed the stacks of food on the dining table, and said, "Uncle Tong, if there's nothing else, I'll go back. If you have anything, please give it to me." If you call me, I will come over as soon as possible..."
(End of chapter)
