"Mr. Ji, if you need anything, call me. I'll go out first."

"Um."

Ji Changmu sat at his desk, opened his laptop, and called Chang Hao again.

"Chang Hao, I've arrived in the capital."

"If you're not used to it, just tell me and I'll help you change hotels. When will you return to Qiongzhou?"

"Besides, I have no plans at the moment."

"Okay, you can contact me at any time."

"Chang Hao, Tong Zhenghai and Xia Juan are still in Southeast Asia recently?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it for you. I won't alert you. Tong Zhenghai has been lucky recently. He won a lot of money in the casino and made some bad friends. It's impossible to move around for a while, let alone return to China."

"Keep an eye on it."

"Of course." Chang Hao didn't dare not keep an eye on it. He used almost all his resources.

This was one of the transactions between him and Ji Changmu. Ji Changmu helped him control the financial company, and he helped Ji Changmu keep an eye on Tong Zhenghai.

"Lao Ji, when are you going to take action? Tong Zhenghai's life is pretty good now."

"It won't be too late."

Chang Hao didn't ask any more questions.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Changmu looked at the laptop screen in front of him with cold eyes.

Two years ago, there were several major financial and real estate fraud cases in Beijing. Some people voluntarily surrendered and confessed the crimes they had committed over the years. One of them was from Bincheng. He made his fortune by conspiring with Tong Zhenghai to kill Ji Donghuai, the richest man in Bincheng at the time, and even

They framed Ji Donghuai at the expense of money and life, and forced Ji Donghuai to hand over overseas funds, shares and asset passwords.

That person helped Tong Zhenghai do this behind the scenes, and Tong Zhenghai relied on his close relationship with the Ji family to pretend to comfort Ji Donghuai when Ji Donghuai had nothing, and pushed Ji Donghuai down the tall building to fake the suicide scene.

Tong Zhenghai relied on the money, contracts, and real estate obtained through improper means to quickly rise in Bincheng and once became the new richest man in Bincheng.

However, Tong Zhenghai was fond of gambling, and the money could not sustain him for long. A few years ago, Tong's company went bankrupt, and Tong Zhenghai and Xia Juan fled overseas, and their traces were uncertain.

From the moment Ji Changmu received the call from the capital, his heart seemed to have stopped beating.

When he was only sixteen years old, he did not delve into all this, nor was he able to do so, but he always thought that his father committed suicide.

The truth of all this has been long overdue.

He is not a good son.

He could neither redress his father's injustice nor take good care of his mother. What kind of good son is he?

Even after he created em, had a place in New York, and had a supreme position, he never looked into old cases from more than ten years ago. He thought there was nothing fishy and he never doubted it.

When he learned all this, he was so heartbroken that he had no face to face his mother who was still alive.

The Beijing authorities notified him by phone two years ago, but because it had been so long and there was no evidence, and because no one called the police and a cross-border operation was required, they did not continue to pursue Tong Zhenghai.

From that time on, Ji Changmu began to use his own abilities to search for clues from more than ten years ago.

But he is in New York, and everything is inconvenient, and collecting evidence is a time-consuming and labor-intensive project, and it cannot alert the enemy. Ji Changmu has been planning to return to China since two years ago. He will definitely bring Tong Zhenghai to justice personally.
Chapter completed!