"What?" The two detectives were extremely surprised.
"Who was he collecting debt from? When did it happen?"
"It's been several years, and the debt seems to be quite large. I asked him quietly, but he didn't say anything," Mr. Zhang said.
"Does Huang Min know?"
"I am not sure."
Lao Sun thought of the material dealer contact person on the phone, "Is it some kind of material?"
"Yes, yes, it seems that it has been mentioned before. I can't hear the details clearly, my ears are not working well."
Xiao Cao suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhang, before your son and daughter-in-law left, on March 8th, did they mention anything about money?"
Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "I really didn't hear it before we set off."
"So, what about the day before departure?" Xiao Cao asked.
Mr. Zhang opened his confused eyes and fell into deep thought. This old man has a very high hairline, and only the back half of his head has hair.
Not long after, he suddenly said: "I remembered. The night before departure, I went to the West Courtyard to look for Zhang Zhen. I shouted at the door for a long time, but I didn't hear his response. There was no movement in the West Courtyard for a long time, but I clearly heard The voice of my son’s return.”
Speaking of this, Mr. Zhang's eyes flashed with a strange light.
Xiao Cao became energetic and listened slightly, remembering useful clues at any time.
When the atmosphere became tense, Zhang Laocai said: "So I called Huang Min, but she didn't respond. I hurried in to look for her, but I heard it in front of the bedroom door."
"What did you hear?" Lao Sun said.
"I heard Zhang Zhen talking about going on a trip and saying that he was really going to get rich this time. I wanted to continue listening, but the topic stopped in time." Mr. Zhang looked annoyed when he said this.
Lao Sun heard it and said, "Why do you want to make a fortune? Why did you stop?"
"It's not my old cow shoes that stepped on the branch that fell in front of the door." Lao Zhang's tone was rather regretful.
"Ah? What happened next?"
"Later I asked, and Zhang Zhen kept saying that I heard wrongly. I really don't understand why he hid it from me." Zhang Lao replied.
"So a long time ago, they never told you about the topic and content of getting rich?" Lao Sun asked.
"No. Since my son refused to listen to dissuasion and wanted to marry Huang Min, I can't control him anymore. In addition, he is busy with work and rarely comes home. We don't speak more than ten sentences a month." Mr. Zhang said frustratedly.
Lao Sun and Xiao Cao looked at each other, how vigilant the young couple were against Mr. Zhang! It seems that this trip was like a cover to deceive Mr. Zhang, but it might be to make some windfall!
"Then do they usually mention any new phrases or special things?"
"Not in my impression." Mr. Zhang said disapprovingly.
"Is it possible that your son and daughter-in-law have found a way to make a fortune outside?"
"Where?" The old man stared.
At this time, Lao Sun asked tentatively: "For example, what kind of mountains or waters."
"Never heard of it," he said.
"and after?"
"Later I obviously saw them going out together, but after Zhang Zhen left for a while, I found Huang Min sneaking out of the house." Mr. Zhang still felt strange when he recalled this incident.
But Lao Sun felt that the old man was old and was deaf and blind. It is normal to misunderstand and misunderstand.
When saying goodbye, Xiao Cao said: "Thank you. If I have any questions, I may come to ask you next time. I hope you have nothing urgent to do and don't leave the suburbs in the short term."
The old man quickly agreed and sent him and Lao Sun out.
Back at the bureau, Lao Sun found Zhang Zhen's mobile phone and visited the building material suppliers respectively. The person who called Zhang Zhen at 8pm on March 8th was the wall paint supplier.
Lao Sun asked him: "A week ago, that is, at eight o'clock in the evening on March 8th. Where were you?"
"I am at home."
"Can anyone vouch for you?"
"Yes, my wife can."
Have you called Zhang Zhen? "Lao Sun asked.
"Yes, I planned to collect the debt, but this guy didn't answer the phone. I was almost furious and was in a hurry for money," the paint dealer said.
Lao Sun was silent.
He felt very strange, "Could something happen to Zhang Zhen? He hasn't paid back the money he owes."
Lao Sun had no choice but to tell the truth.
Zhang Zhen owed him 200,000 yuan for wall paint. It was said that something happened to the commercial building he contracted. The paint dealer was cursing like an angry lion.
Immediately afterwards, Lao Sun visited other material suppliers. Ceramic tile and floor suppliers, water pipe suppliers, wire and cable suppliers, cement suppliers, sand and gravel suppliers, etc. were all Zhang Zhen's creditors. After all, Zhang Zhen owed them at least 5 million yuan in total.
The eight commercial buildings contracted by Zhang Zhen were owned by Good Home Real Estate. However, the real estate developer went bankrupt around 2020, and only half of the houses in that area were sold at that time.
Lao Sun was stunned when he heard this.
These material dealers all criticized Zhang Zhen and Haojiayuan real estate developers for being unlucky and unlucky.
Suddenly the phone rang, and Lao Sun said, "Hello? Zhu Lan? Do you have any clues?"
"Master, we have a clue." Zhu Lan's voice was filled with excitement. "According to Zhang Zhen's coworker's description, Zhang Zhen went on a trip after being invited by a male friend. The friend saved his life, so he agreed without hesitation. ”
Lao Sun murmured, "What's his name?"
"Ah? Who?" Zhu Lan didn't react for a moment.
"That male friend." Lao Sun took a deep breath and said.
Zhu Lan scratched her head, "I don't know, the worker said Zhang Zhen never mentioned it."
"Then, how did he save Zhang Zhen?"
"It's said to be like this..." Zhu Lan opened the chatterbox and spoke.
It is said that Zhang Zhen undertook a big project that time and was responsible for the renovation of buildings 1 to 8 of the Tianfu Jiayuan complex of Good Home Real Estate. He went out to buy wall paint in the afternoon and was accidentally knocked over by an out-of-control car on his way back to Qingcheng City. The pickup truck overturned into the grass on the side of the road, and the driver fled in a hurry.
The pickup truck rolled to the left and the door glass was shattered.
His left hand was pierced by a long piece of glass, and the seat belt could not be pulled open. At this moment, he heard the ticking sound of the car's fuel tank dripping oil, which seemed extremely scary in the quiet suburbs. He was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat, but now he was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.
As long as there was still breath left, he had to run for his life. But he couldn't get out even with all his strength, and the severe dizziness made him lose consciousness at any time. And life is limited before the car may explode. If it explodes, it will lose all meaning.
I don’t know how long it took, but a man walked up to me out of curiosity. He looked at Zhang Zhen and asked him if he heard. Zhang Zhen could only murmur vaguely as an answer. He wanted to tell the visitor that the car was leaking oil and that he had to escape as soon as possible. But he lost too much blood and lost his strength.
Later, the young man left and returned a few minutes later to cut the seat belt. He dragged Zhang Zhen out of the cab and onto the back seat of his car.
When he was sent to the hospital for treatment of his wounds, the young man left in a hurry because of something urgent. But before leaving, he left a phone number and name for Zhang Zhen. After Zhang Zhen woke up, he immediately called the young man to thank him, but the other party repeatedly waved his hand and said that was what he should do.
Zhang Zhen thought the other party was being polite, but he still treated the young man to a meal after he was discharged from the hospital. Later, the two had no contact.
But according to his co-workers, Zhang Zhen was very grateful to his savior, so he often said the words "my savior", Zhu Lan said.
Lao Sun said he understood, and secretly decided to go back and ask Mr. Zhang when he had time.
As mentioned before, there is no record of the call between Zhang Zhen and his savior in Zhang Zhen’s mobile phone. Therefore, Lao Sun guessed that they might communicate through verbal agreement and fixed location.
After the dinner invitation and for a long time before the incident, Zhang Zhen had no contact with his savior. So Zhang Zhen's workers were also curious, why did the savior suddenly come to their door this time? But Zhang Zhen himself didn't know. After all, he didn't know his savior either.
