"It's been a long time. You won't find it."
Ren Kuangshan glanced at Jiang Yuan, feeling a slight satisfaction inside.
Jiang Yuan calmly looked back at Ren Kuangshan, feeling as if he were a tenant who borrowed money to rent a shop to open a café, losing all his capital in his first venture.
Meng Chengbiao's voice was a bit harsher, "Ren Kuangshan, honesty leads to leniency, resistance leads to severity, it's no joke."
"I know. Let me think." Ren Kuangshan sighed, "I picked up the money at Songguo Park. On the 12th, at noon on the 12th. There weren't many people there, the other party told me to follow the gravel path, walk to a red house, there's a trash can, and next to it was a bag, I just took it and left. I checked it after I left, and that's the money they gave."
Jiang Yuan nodded while listening and then opened a pad that already had the records made by Wang Chuanxing in the next room.
