366 Using Connections (1/2)

Taking out the wallet, paying the fee, and accepting the delivery—everything went smoothly. There was no problem with the deliveryman, and there was no problem with the delivered food.

Even after the door was closed and the deliveryman left, nothing happened. The process was so uneventful that the two could not shake the feeling that they were being to unnecessarily suspicious. Even so, they were not going to feast on the food that they did not order. Therefore, even though everything appeared normal, the boxes of delivered food were still left on the side.

”Braised fish, stir-fried potatoes and eggplant, pickled vegetables…” Ol' K was salivating as he opened the boxes. As he rattled off the names of the dishes, he swallowed back the saliva with a pained expression. ”Can we really not touch any of this? It smells so good.”

Han Chu took out a pair of chopsticks from the kitchen. He glanced at Ol' K but did not say anything. However, the conviction in his eyes had said everything that needed to be said. Therefore, Ol' K sat to the side with sadness and watched helplessly as Han Chu pulled over a trashcan with his feet and started to inspect the boxes of food.

The fish was torn open, the eggplant was squished, and the pickled vegetables were snapped. All the food was mushed up into a mess, and it felt like Ol' K's heart was getting mushed up alongside it.

Finally, Han Chu found the secret inside a bun that had been cut into small pieces—a note that was the size of a finger.

He used the chopsticks to pick the paper out and glanced at it before passing it to Ol' K. ”It's an address, go and check this out.”

Ol' K gasped in shock. He picked up the laptop and started to triangulate the address on the paper. ”Brother Han, how did you know there'd be information hidden in the food?”

”I didn't.” Han Chu wiped his hands calmly as he leaned backward. ”I was merely giving it a try.”

In any case, they were not going to consume the food. Ye Shuang, who was inside the kitchen, heard the commotion outside. After she came out with the food, as she set the table, she asked, ”Was it given by the deliveryman?”

”Yes.” Han Chu walked to the table and served himself a bowl of rice. ”We know the deliveryman, and I doubt anyone can just saunter into the kitchen of a restaurant. However, it's easy to do something to the delivery while it was on the way here. They just needed to stop the deliveryman and swap out the food.”

They woke Anthony up for the meal. After having their fill, they checked the address. China had not placed much importance on internet security yet, and most of them depended on the people's defense. Other than the few locations in Beijing, the firewalls for the official websites were child's play.

However, those were not locations where confidential information would be found, so it did not really matter if the server was defended or not. Furthermore, Chinese people always valued face more than anything, so they did not value privacy as much as they should.

For example, a normal citizen might not find much about the address that Ol' K was checking so easily, but with a relative or friend that worked at the relevant departments, that information could be obtained by simply asking.

Of course, they did not think of this as leaking confidential information. Rather, they saw it as a way to provide a more complete service. For example, after purchasing a home, one might receive a call from the furniture company and the interior design company. Or after setting up a bank account, one should expect the call from the insurance company or finance account.

”This address points to a citizen's home.” It did not take long for Ol' K to come up with the information. He not only figured out the information of the current owner, he even dug up all the information off the previous tenants. ”The current owner is a retired couple, and the house has been used as a rental. It's probably to add to their income. The most recent tenant signed the rental agreement two months ago. The tenant is not a local, and according to the agreement, the person is a teacher working for a foreign language school…”

”That sounds perfectly normal.” Han Chu frowned. ”This sounds like common information. Can you find out more about it?”