Feng Junzi just walked out of the office building of Jinzhou Group, and his phone rang. It was Chang Wu's call. Chang Wu's voice was very anxious: "Feng Junzi, something strange happened. Do you know who is the legal person of the Longwang Tangya Flood Fishery that we visited last time?"

Feng Junzi: "What's so strange? I've guessed that I just came out of Zhou Song's office."

Chang Wu: "What did you do when you go to Zhou Song? What does this matter have to do with Zhou Song?"

Chang Wu's tone was wrong, and Feng Junzi also felt strange: "Chang Wu, what's wrong? What happened?"

Chang Wu: "The legal representative of Longwang Tangya Flood Fishery registered in the industrial and commercial field is actually Lin Zhenzhen!"

Feng Junzi: "What? Lin Zhenzhen! Could it be the same name and surname?"

Chang Wu: "I have checked the registered ID number, which is Lin Zhenzhen himself! Feng Junzi, what happened? Should I ask Lin Zhenzhen?"

Feng Junzi: "I don't believe that Lin Zhenzhen will get involved in this matter if she kills her. Don't ask her directly, find a chance to find out."

Chang Wu: "How do you understand?"

Feng Junzi thought for a while and replied, "Call Lin Zhenzhen and said she wanted to eat the meal her mother cooked. Her old couple would definitely invite us to."

...

As expected by Feng Junzi, Lin Zhenzhen invited them to dinner very generously, and said that her parents also welcomed them to visit.

That night at the Lin family, Feng Junzi repeated the same trick, and sang with Chang Wu and talked about the Italian TV series, interspersed with the reorganization of Nanda Technology, which mentioned the tinsel fishing ground more than once. Lin Zhenzhen was very curious about these topics, widened her eyes and asked again and again.

After leaving the Lin family, Feng Junzi said to Chang Wu with a calm face: "This silly girl has no reaction at all. She definitely doesn't seem to be pretending. She seems to be unaware of it. What should we do now?"

Chang Wu: "If the air-raid shelter you mentioned is true, then the incident will be too serious! I want to report to the bureau immediately and let the security department intervene. I am afraid that even our police will not be able to control such a thing."

Feng Junzi: "Chang Wu, I beg you for something, you must agree!"

Chang Wu: "You need to say nothing, I know what you want to do, but it's too dangerous to do so. You shouldn't go to Zhou Song rashly, as this is equivalent to stretching your head under the black hand."

Feng Junzi: "I know it too, but Zhou Song is our old friend and old classmate after all. We were still an iron triangle in middle school. I can't help but whether he is friends is enough, but I have to talk about the morality of friends myself and I have to give him a chance to turn back."

Chang Wu: "Look back? Do you think this kind of thing can turn back once you get involved? You may not know how dangerous you are now."

Feng Junzi: "So, I can't let Lin Zhenzhen get involved. Even Zhou Song has to give him a chance, so Lin Zhenzhen will not be hurt even more. Those who do this are scumbags in this world, but they are also talented people in this society. Maybe they have already found a scapegoat. Lin Zhenzhen is probably just an illegitimate scapegoat. If you expose this matter now, it will only make Lin Zhenzhen fall into a trap that she doesn't even know."

Chang Wu sighed: "It's not your own, but it's a mess. I don't know what to do." Feng Junzi looked at Chang Wu deeply and wanted to say something, but Chang Wu continued: "There are so many clues that can be found. The first is that this matter may be related to the acquaintances around Lin Zhenzhen. I have checked the industrial and commercial registration information, and Lin Zhenzhen's signature on it. Judging from the handwriting, even if it's not her, it can be imitated. "

Feng Junzi: "What else?"

Chang Wu: "There is also the ID card of Lin Zhenzhen. Do you remember that the first time I met Lin Zhenzhen, I lost my wallet. I picked up the wallet, but I just missed the ID card. At that time, we thought this was very strange. Now we saw that this was planned for a long time."

Feng Junzi: "My ID card is the most important thing in industrial and commercial registration, and others can handle it. I should have thought of this a long time ago."

Chang Wu: "And also who is the real controller of this fishing ground? Now you have found out that it is Zhou Song. This is the most important clue, but it is also a dangerous clue. I think you should avoid it and let me do it."

Feng Junzi: "Don't, don't forget your identity as a policeman. Zhou Song doesn't know that you are also investigating this matter, otherwise you will be more alert and Lin Zhenzhen's situation will be even more dangerous."

...

The matter between Taomuling and Taomu family is getting more and more complicated, but Feng Junzi's investigation of Longwangtang found that his other good friend Lin Zhenzhen was also involved in a conspiracy. He seemed to be facing more and more troubles. Just when he was thinking this way, new troubles came to him.

That afternoon, in room 208, Tianfeng Securities Binhai Tianhe Road Branch, Feng Junzi sat in the office and frowned and looked at the stock index trend. When he heard the knock on the door, he looked up and saw that it was Taomuren who walked in.

Feng Junzi tried not to show a surprised expression and greeted him lightly: "Mr. Taomu, you are finally here, please sit down."

Taomu Renji sat down on the sofa: "You seem to know I'm coming for a long time. Should I call you Mr. Chen or Mr. Feng?"

Feng Junzi smiled a little unnaturally: "Since you know, do you still have to ask?"

Momoki Nin: "I had long seen that you didn't look like a photographer. Later I knew that you had dealt with employees of our company long ago. Mr. Feng was hidden, so I had to visit him."

Feng Junzi: "You are so amazing. You can come to the door so soon. Has your subordinate's front teeth been repaired?"

Momoki Nin avoided answering this question, but turned around and looked at the surrounding environment and asked, "It turns out that Mr. Feng works here and has a simple enough condition."

Feng Junzi: "It's good for me to have such a place. I was originally a vagrant in Binhai. The boss of the sales department here had a good relationship with me and gave me an office."

Momoki Nin: "It turns out that Mr. Feng is a securities analyst. I checked your information and it turns out that you have some influence. Why don't you honestly do your stock review?"

Feng Junzi: "Why don't Mr. Taomu do your business honestly?"

Momoki Nin: "I am an honest businessman. A few days ago, the municipal government gave me an excellent investment enterprise award to reward me for my contribution to employment and taxation in Binhai City over the past year."

Feng Junzi: "Then congratulations. Things that gain both fame and fortune are always good. The Chinese government is always tolerant and generous."

Momoki Nin: "Mr. Feng seems to have a prejudice against me, or you always have a prejudice against us Japanese, which seems to be unlikely."

Feng Junzi: "Pretend? No, absolutely not! What I respect most is the facts. In fact, the memories that Japan has brought to China over the past hundred years are painful. I am not wrong, right?"

Momoki Nin: "History? You and I have never experienced it at your age and have not seen it with my own eyes. Don't make any judgments casually. At least in the past twenty years, China's economy has grown rapidly, and the technology and funds provided by Japan have also been of great help. Do you think so? This is a fact that my generation has seen."

Feng Junzi smiled and stood up and said, "Don't you talk about history? If you want to talk about economic issues with me, you really ask the right people, and you don't think about what major I am doing."

Momoki Nin: "What is Mr. Feng's high opinion?"

Feng Junzi left the table and walked back to the house, saying as he walked: "In the past twenty years, you can say that Japan has helped China, and I can say that the Chinese market has saved the Japanese economy... Don't talk... Twenty years ago, the trade surplus between Japan and the United States was huge and friction continued. In 1985, the United States and Japan signed the 'Platform Agreement', and the yen appreciated by 40% within one and a half years. This is a fatal blow to the Japanese economy, which is mainly export-oriented. Japan has entered the worst recession crisis in history..."

Momoki Nin: "So what?"

Feng Junzi ignored Momoki Nin's words, but seemed to have entered a speech state and continued to speak on his own: "The actual countermeasures of Japanese companies are to use international division of labor to resolve this contradiction, and to move the company's production base to China in large quantities. At that time, it happened to catch up with China's reform and opening up. However, Japan divided the production process of production, leaving the high-end technology and high-value-added parts in China, and the low-end parts moved to China. The Japanese parent company transferred high-value-added products to Chinese subsidiaries through intra-enterprise trade, while the Chinese subsidiaries carried out low-value-added assembly and processing, and then exported the finished products to the world. This method of detouring China's export increased greatly by customs statistics, but in fact the profits flowed to Japan... This year was 2004, exactly twenty years. Some people predicted that China-Japan trade volume will exceed 20 trillion yen this year, which will also exceed the total trade volume of Japan and the United States in terms of numbers. This situation is a sign."

Momoki Nin: "What's the sign?"

Feng Junzi: "In recent years, Japan's foreign trade frictions have decreased sharply, while China's international trade frictions have increased sharply. After the US Bush came to power the year before, the United States almost no longer put forward any requirements for Japan to improve economic and trade relations, but the China trade data with low gold content has triggered the "China threat theory". The people who advocate the China threat theory are the most popular. The sign I just mentioned is a sign of a repeat of history. If this continues, some countries led by the United States will force the RMB to appreciate. I don't think this time will be too long. At most, by next year, the RMB will have to appreciate, and Japan will be the biggest beneficiary. The disaster has been induced in the east for twenty years, and finally achieved the effect. Who said that between China and Japan, who has made greater contributions to whom?"

Feng Junzi made a generous speech and even himself was infected. He seemed to be standing on the rostrum of a 10,000-person hall and talking. However, he lowered his head and saw that there was a sarcastic Taomu Ren in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. Taomu Ren seemed very interested in Feng Junzi's words, and he waited until he finished speaking before asking: "What Mr. Feng said makes sense, but isn't it a little too extreme?"

Feng Junzi: "My words may be a little extreme, but I am already polite enough to someone like Mr. Taomu."

Momoki Nin said with a teasing smile: "We have never met before, and I have never provoked you. You shouldn't be like this. It seems that Mr. Feng is really awkward. You should go to the government's decision-making department to work, a pity!"

Feng Junzi: "You don't have to praise me. I don't have that big ambition. I just give you some international trade classes."

Momoki Nin: "You give me some lessons? I'm a Harvard graduate!"

Feng Junzi: "Harvard? Even if you graduate from Living Buddha, you have to make up for your lessons."

Momoki Nin: "I don't quite understand Mr. Feng's humor."

Feng Junzi: "Humor? I don't feel humorous either. Harvard hasn't taught you modern Asian history, right? What's wrong with you today? You can't really come to make up for your lessons, right?"

Momoki Nin: "I've been talking about the gossip. Now I'm talking about the main things, I'm here to write a war letter."

"Leave a letter of war!" Feng Junzi was really surprised this time. He thought that Taomu Nin had discovered the matter between him and Taomu Ling and came to make trouble. It seemed that this was not the case.

Taomu Ren corrected his body and continued, "Our Taomu family is a martial arts family in Japan. I usually guide some people around me to practice superficial kung fu like karate. Not long ago, Mr. Feng taught several incompetent employees of our company in Longwangtang. They deserved it if they were not good at learning skills. But I heard that Mr. Feng's Chinese kung fu is superb, so I want to come and learn it."

Feng Junzi now knows why Taomu Nin came. He obviously misunderstood. When Feng Junzi went to Taomu Nin's office that day, he met a Japanese man whose front teeth were broken in Longwangtang, and the Japanese recognized Feng Junzi. Taomu Nin must have thought that Feng Junzi was the one who took action in Longwangtang at that time. It was indeed Feng Junzi who stood up and applauded and laughed. But the one who took action at that time was Xiao Zhengrong in the dark. Feng Junzi did nothing, but Feng Junzi was too lazy to explain to Taomu Nin.

"Mr. Taomu said so, were those people your disciples at that time?"

Taomu Nin: "I am not a disciple, they are just my subordinates. I have given me a few tips to make Mr. Feng laugh."

Feng Junzi: "Then you don't need to write a letter to me? Besides, what era is now? Do you still have to do a competition? I think this is better. One day, I will ask a friend to take you to the shooting range. How about we play shooting? Count the rings and count the winner and lose. Whoever shoots the right shot will win, and there is no need to fight."

Taomu Ren's face changed: "Fight? How can Mr. Feng describe the noble showdown between samurai as a fight! Our Taomu family's martial arts have not met a real opponent for decades. I have heard of Chinese Kung Fu for a long time, but after I arrived in China, I have never met a real master. Even your national martial arts champions have visited me in private, and the result has disappointed me. Does Mr. Feng want to disappoint me too?"

Feng Junzi looked at the self-righteous expression of Momoki Nin's self-righteous expression, and suddenly thought of the unsuccessful duel between Feng Xingzhi and Momoki Nin's grandfather Keno Tomoki more than 60 years ago. An indescribable disgust and disgust surged in his heart. He also replied coldly: "The result is that you are disappointed? I think it's because people don't want to fight with people like you. Don't worry, you won't be disappointed. I will let you see what is real Chinese Kung Fu."

Momoki Nin stood up and said seriously: "Mr. Feng accepted my challenge. Can you set the date and location?"

Feng Junzi: "I've been very busy recently and I don't have time to play with you. Let's talk about it next month."

Momoki Nin: "Okay, the time is set for today next month. I will choose the location. Do you have any opinions on Mr. Feng?"

Feng Junzi: "I don't have any objection, but I have a request. You and your subordinates don't come to harass me this month."

Momoki Nin: "Okay, see you in a month."
Chapter completed!