Chapter 87 Paper Painting (1/2)

Chapter 87 Paper Painting

I leafed through the book seven or eight times, and eventually found the name of Chen Sanli.

In the family historyy, the patriarch's daughter, who was married to a rich man, had a baby after two years.

The rich man said, “A man must cultivate three things in his life: character, virtue, and reputation; so give the baby the name Chen Sanli – Three Cultivations.”

The rich man’s surname was Huang, but he had married into the Chen family and lived in the Chens' household, plus he loved his wife. Thus, he gave his son the surname Chen.

”Is this Chen Sanli?”

I continued to leaf through the family history. After a long time, I still hadn’t found any other useful information. As I touched the last page of the book, I felt that that sheet of paper was thicker than the rest. At the time, I did not feel it was of any consequence and closed the book.

I shrugged and felt helpless.

We came to the library looking for the family history. Other than finding that the ghost house at Wild Dragon Villa was called the Dragon Wall of the Chen Family and that Chen Sanli was the grandson of the patriarch, we had nothing.

I was a little puzzled. How could I find him?

In this world, there are many people surnamed Chen. There were lots of people called Chen Sanli in China.

More importantly, according to the records of the family history, even if he was alive now, he was probably seventy or eighty years old. At that age, where could I find him?

How could I find him in the entirety of China?

Feng Chunsheng and I sat face-to-face and didn't know what to do.

He said, ”Actually, we're not in a hurry. It’s just a matter of time. We will find an acquaintance in the Public Security Bureau and have him help us look for Chen Sanli. There are not so many seventy or eighty-year-old people called Chen Sanli. We can also find people with the right age according to the family history. He won’t be that difficult to find.”

I said, “OK. But, do you know anyone at the police station?”

”I am not a local; how would I know anyone there?” He pointed at me and said, ”You are from around here; you should know.”

Damn it, I could only say that I just was a tattooist. I didn't know any police officers.

He scratched his head and said there were two ways to handle this. The first was giving money.

Giving money?

Nowadays, if you don’t know people, there’s no way to give them money.

My uncle who opened a pig farm wanted to let his son work in the municipal government. He prepared one million Yuan and looked for people everywhere, but unfortunately, he couldn't find the right person to bribe.

To tell the truth, those officials were privileged and really didn't lack for money. You had to have a relationship with them.

This method was no good. Feng Chunsheng said the second method: ”Who is the most well-connected among your friends?”

I said that would be Mimi’s boss, Mr. Zhang. He was a big shot; very well-connected.

But he probably wouldn't talk to me.

Then I thought of Li Xiangbo. He knew some people.

Feng Chunsheng slapped his thigh and said, ”Li Xiangbo is OK.”

I immediately phoned Li Xiangbo and asked him if he knew anyone in the Public Security Bureau.

He said he did.

Although that officer wasn’t highly ranked, he would suffice for my needs.

I told Li Xiangbo, ”Bring your friend to have dinner with me. I need his help.”

”To do what? You can't do anything that violates the law.”

I said it was no big deal; it was to help me find someone.

”That’s easy. I'll arrange a dinner for you in the evening.” He hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Chunsheng and I were ready to leave the library. As we were walking out the door, I suddenly thought of something. The last page of the family history.

That page was thicker than the rest.

I ran back to the bookshelf, took out the family history, and turned to the last page.

That page was especially thick. I carefully checked it, and found that that page was actually two pages glued together.

I went straight to the bathroom, wet my hands, and then used my wet hands to slowly peel away the extra sheet of paper.

In the end, I separated the two sheets of paper completely.

On the piece of paper in my hand was a pattern: a weasel in a wedding suit.