Chapter 2: Honda BEAT

Chen Hai noticed two young individuals not far away, likely in their twenties. They had not driven there, yet they appeared in no hurry at all. One of them was smoking a cigarette, and they were leisurely leaning against the advertisement board at the bus stop, occasionally whispering to each other and glancing in the direction of the approaching vehicle. Upon seeing Chen Hai approach, the two of them scrutinized him from head to toe with a dismissive gaze, then contemptuously spat on the ground.

My father used his connections to help me find a job at a hotel. I might as well give it a try. Besides, there are many beautiful girls in the hotel, so it would be nice to enjoy the view. I can think about my future plans later. What do you think? I can keep an eye out for you when the time comes.

At that moment, a red Honda BEAT drove by, and Chen Hai's eyes were fixed on the car. This model had long been discontinued, specifically in 1996. Well-versed in various industries, Chen Hai's mind was flooded with a series of data. These pieces of information seemed to be planted in his brain, taking root in such a way that he could not shake them off. The Honda BEAT was one of the three legendary small sports cars from Japan in the 1990s, a formidable presence during the era of - Tu - Shu.

Then secondly, find Zeng Hanqiang first. This individual is a key target of the police's pursuit. Trapping him would also be a roundabout way to save someone. However, not only would this fail to demonstrate my own capabilities, but where would I even go to find Zeng Hanqiang? What the police cannot accomplish, I too am powerless to achieve

Alright, Chen Hai stood up, stepped on a stone with his right foot, and then gently kicked it aside. He decided to take a chance this time, a surge of ambition and determination warming his heart. Chen Hai hummed a little tune as he walked away, arriving at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. This bus stop was located at the bottom of a slope, a rather remote stop with few routes. Chen Hai glanced at the time and spat on the ground: "Why is it so late?"

The current issue lies in the lack of original capital and connections, as well as a bit of experience. At present, I am merely a recent university graduate, coming from a humble background, with only a hot-tempered mother at home, who is just a temporary worker. Among my relatives and friends, I cannot find anyone with power or influence, nor anyone in the field of literature who could serve as a support for me.

In this way, only the last option remains. Stepping forward, Chen Hai took a deep breath; the risk of this method was rather high. The opponent was armed, while he was unarmed, which meant he was gambling with his life. Chen Hai stood up, spread his arms, and thought, in three days, this place would be filled with blood and chaos. He must become a surprise force, achieving victory through unconventional means. Right, timing. As long as he seized the opportunity to disrupt the opponent's actions, wouldn't a perfect debut be possible?

"I can't, I'm not in the mood," Chen Hai said. "My mother is forcing me to go to the job fair. What are your plans?"

"Purely your sister," Chen Hai recalled this phrase that would become popular years later. Shen Lin, with his crew cut, had a pair of eyes that exuded shrewdness. How had he not noticed this before? Just look at those eyes... it was clear he was not a good person. Having grown up together, he had been deceived all along. What a pitiful situation...

What Chen Hai was thinking about was not work-related matters, but rather the situation concerning Li Jiacheng. Logically speaking, the affairs of Asia's richest man should not be a concern for him. However, what if it relates to books and his own future? This is a gamble; the stakes might be a bit high, but if he wins, he could lead a life that is entirely extraordinary.

After more than ten years as an industry researcher, my efforts have not been in vain! My active brain cells have rejuvenated and are still performing admirably! Just as Chen Hai was feeling proud of his exceptional memory, the speed of the car began to slow down; this was a steep downhill, and deceleration was necessary. Meanwhile, the two young men, one of whom wore a sly smile, walked toward the middle of the road, directly in the path of the oncoming Honda BEAT. At that moment, Chen Hai suddenly realized that these two were planning to stage a scam.

"Hello! Chen Hai!" Shen Lin said, shaking his head, "It's strange, why are you ignoring me today?"

The fact that Zeng Hanqiang could become a century thief is not without reason. How many people can achieve this level of meticulous thought? Setting this aside, what kind of entrance should one have to present Li with a proper gift upon their first meeting?

"You can keep it for yourself," Chen Hai chuckled to himself. He was no longer the impulsive young man he once was; he had more important matters to attend to: "I have something to do, so I will take my leave now"

After getting off the bus, I still needed to walk about five to six hundred meters to reach the crime scene. Chen Hai walked under the blazing sun to that corner. This place was indeed very secluded, no wonder Zeng Hanqiang chose it. The lane was narrow, leaving no room for a car to escape. To the right was a dense forest; even if discovered, escaping from here would be quite easy. If the other party called the police, it would take at least thirty minutes for them to arrive, and that thirty minutes would be sufficient to complete everything.

To ask oneself what career one desires the most, whether in finance or the entertainment industry, Chen Hai leans more towards the latter. Finance is a game of money, where gains come quickly but can also vanish just as fast, with too many uncontrollable factors involved. The situation is different in the entertainment industry; although it also requires capital support, there are more controllable factors at play, especially for someone like me who has engaged in industry research, making it a truly blessed field.

"What are you thinking about? How is work going?" Shen Lin took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and handed it to Chen Hai: "Would you like one?"

Both individuals had a small tuft of yellow hair on their heads, and their beady eyes gave Chen Hai a shiver down his spine. He walked to the other side, keeping a considerable distance from the two.

Chen Hai climbed up the slope and found a stone to sit on. He knew that he looked quite destitute, but he could not afford to care about that. Several plans surfaced in his mind. The first was to prevent Li Jiacheng's son from passing through this route. This was quite difficult; not only could he not approach the other party, but he also had no way to make them believe him. They might even think of him as a madman. Furthermore, even if he managed to avoid this time, Zeng Hanqiang would not relent and would come again for a second and third time, rendering it meaningless.

An opportunity lies before him; the kidnapping case in three days is his turning point. Chen Hai extends one of his hands, knowing that if he can save the son of the richest man, he will have a connection with Li Jiacheng. The more Chen Hai thinks about it, the more excited he becomes. He reaches out to hail a taxi, checks his pocket, and feels embarrassed to wave his hand at the driver. Well, it seems he will have to take the bus instead, as his financial situation does not allow for such extravagant spending as a taxi.