Chapter 217: Forged Letter

Everything in the box has been turned out,

I was a bit tired, so I lay down on the bed to rest.

When I felt my jacket pocket, I discovered the wallet.

I immediately took it out,

This wallet contained Zhou Fuhai's ID card, as well as a bank card and a membership card.

Among the membership cards were those for dining clubs, nightclubs, golf courses, racetracks, and so on—seven or eight in total.

I held Zhou Fuhai's ID in my hand, looking at this big-eared guy, and I already knew that if I could get your ID, I wouldn't need to forge one.

It seems this guy knows how to enjoy life.

The wealthy upper-class lifestyle is different from ours.

I sighed.

I was thinking about tomorrow's meeting with Kong Shi. Scheduled for three in the afternoon, it seems Zhou Fuhai had already contacted Kong Shi in advance.

I suddenly thought of something: that letter must not be thrown away. If Kong Shi brings up the letter, what would I do if I couldn't produce it? Kong Shi would suspect me. If he suspects, that would be trouble. Besides, I'm only posing as Zhou Fuhai.

Even with careful observation, one could still tell I was Zhao Jianqiang.

I picked up the letter from the ground again, but if I handed the letter to Kong Shi, how would I deal with Niu Ju?

At this moment I held the letter, looking at the words on it.

Sigh, why not just have someone imitate and write a letter?

That Zhou Renfeng's seal—find an engraving shop to make one.

Right, thinking of that, I felt much more at ease.

Who should imitate Zhou Fengren's handwriting? That's the hardest part, since it's not computer‑printed; you could go to a print shop to print it directly. Zhou Renfeng wrote with a fountain pen, and his handwriting is very beautiful. It looks like this old fellow has practiced calligraphy.

I held the letter, wondering what to do about this.

I suddenly thought of someone.

Who?

Ding Li, whom I had only met a few days earlier. When we drank and chatted, he told me that his specialty was imitating other people's handwriting.

I could contact him, have him imitate Zhou Renfeng's handwriting, and rewrite the letter according to my wishes; that would earn Kong Shi's trust.

Thinking of that, I let out a cry of delight. After shouting, my leg hurt a little.

Because I carried Zhou Fuhai downstairs, my leg is now hurting badly.

I lay on the bed, pressing firmly on the sore spot of my leg, which helped a little.

I turned off the light; I needed to rest quickly.

The next day, when I woke up it was already past eight.

I washed my face and went to the buffet for breakfast.

After eating,

I came down from the ninth floor of the hotel to the lobby, preparing to drive out to find Ding Li so he could imitate the letter.

At that moment Hou Laoban was standing in the lobby, his eyes bloodshot; it looked like he hadn't slept well the previous night.

Yes, the hotel's electrical room had a serious accident, causing a widespread power outage.

This needs investigation. I only hope Shi Yong's hands are clean, so nothing is found.

Hou Laoban looked at me,

I pretended not to know him, wanting to leave the lobby quickly.

I didn't expect Hou Laoban to stride up and scrutinize me closely.

His face showed some doubt as he asked me, 'Excuse me, are you Mr. Zhou from Sijiucheng?'

I forced myself to stay calm, speaking in standard Mandarin, my voice hoarse,

"Who are you? I don't know you."

Hou Laoban, upon hearing my voice, relaxed,

"Hello, Mr. Zhou, I'm Hou, the owner of this hotel. I'm pleased to meet you. Last night there was a sudden power outage—I hope it didn't disturb your rest. I'm really sorry; I'll explain it to you specially."

I smiled faintly and said, 'Forget it. Your hotel's management is inadequate. The emergency measures last night were poor. Hou Laoban, I still have things to do. Goodbye.'

"Mr. Zhou, welcome to Zaocheng. Your criticism is important; I will certainly make corrections according to your instructions. Just now Kong Shi called, asking me to tell you,

"Your meeting with him this afternoon will take place in our hotel; I have already prepared the conference room."

"It's on the third floor."

"I wanted to let you know in advance."

I said, 'I understand.'

Then I ignored Hou Laoban and walked straight out.

I didn't want to talk more with Hou Laoban—too much talk leads to mistakes. From his gaze just now I could see he was full of doubt; he must be wondering why this Mr. Zhou looks like Zhao Jianqiang.

As soon as I spoke, he dispelled his doubts.

It seems that to meet with Kong Shi, I must produce the letter; this person is very cautious and also suspicious.

I quickly went to the underground parking lot, preparing to take Zhou Fu's car and drive off.

Upon reaching the underground parking lot, I realized how immense Shi Yong's destructive power was.

I looked at the electrical room beside the parking garage,

inside was completely blackened by fire.

It looks like Shi Yong set the fire inside.

The power company's personnel were rushing to repair the electrical room.

I glanced twice and found an off‑road vehicle bearing the Sijiucheng license plate.

No need to ask, this is Zhou Fuhai's car.

I pressed the car key, and the car lights came on.

I got into the car, then started the car.

In the car, I started contacting Ding Li, urging him to come to Xin Cheng quickly.

Ding Li quickly arrived at Xin Cheng, driving a broken Volkswagen; his situation was really not good.

I got out of the car,

After Ding Li saw my car, his expression immediately changed.

He said respectfully, "Brother Zhou, what's the matter?"

I said to Ding Li, "I heard you can imitate others' handwriting. Can you imitate this letter?"

I took out the letter and handed it to Ding Li.

Ding Li took it and glanced at it.

Then he said to me, "Brother Zhou, this is a piece of cake. Do you want it all imitated, or redone?"

I said, "Rewrite it. Write new content."

For example, this sentence: you proposed the matter of Niu Ju, I assigned Fu Hai's brother to handle it, personal opinion and for the precious. Change this sentence to: you proposed the matter of Niu Ju, I already know, Fu Hai's brother will convey my opinion.

Conflicts should not be expanded; everyone is working for the job. Remove this sentence.

Change the rest according to what I said.

Ding Li nodded.

He used a pen to note down my words.

Then he asked, "Brother Zhou, when do you need it?"

I said, "Before lunch, because I need to use this letter at three."

Ding Li said, "Okay, Brother Zhou, may I ask if the seal has been engraved?"

I said, "Not yet."

Ding Li said, "I know a hand-seal engraver who guarantees the engraving will be the same as on the letter. Before one o'clock in the afternoon, I'll give you the letter—how about that?"

I said, "Great, this saves a lot of trouble. Brother Ding Li, thank you for your hard work."

Ding Li said, "Being able to serve Brother Zhou is also an honor for me, Ding Li."

I then took out ten thousand yuan from the car and threw it to Ding Li.

"Brother, take this expense and spend it."

"This cannot be accepted. Brother Zhou, I helped you with this small favor—how could I take money?" Ding Li insisted on not taking money.

No matter what I said, he disagreed; I forcibly threw the ten thousand yuan into Ding Li's car.

Ding Li had no choice but to stop refusing; he then drove away.

In this era, the most effective way to win people's hearts is to use money—give money first, then talk about feelings.

Otherwise, everything is nonsense.

Having given Ding Li this ten thousand yuan, when the time comes to need Ding Li, it's just a phone call away.

I believe Ding Li will understand this.

After finishing these, I drove to a mobile phone store in Teng County to see if I could open the phone.

I cannot do this in Zaocheng Xin Cheng.