Rebirth of Chen An

United States, New York

"Monkey, what's going on with Ivanov recently?" Holding two cups of coffee in his hand, the black-haired young man, who looked particularly special among the blond and blue-eyed crowd, strode into the office.

"Wow, there is news from China that this Russian oligarch is very safe in China. He has neither contacted high-level officials nor done anything illegal. Recently, he has been conducting legal and compliant investment activities in China."

A thin young man wearing glasses took the hot coffee handed over by Ding Sheng, thanked him and said, "But there are some special discoveries, well, it's not too special."

"Don't miss any news, tell me what's special." Ding Sheng pulled a chair and sat down. He took a sip of coffee and looked at the bleak scene outside the window. Before he knew it, it was already autumn.

"Ivanov and Lu Feng seem to have fallen out. It is rumored that the two have started to fall into hostility again. Recently, Ivanov often appears with a Chinese man, but we have checked, and the identity of the other party is innocent. Any taint, perhaps a partner who works together, seems to be a little more intimate."

The young man called Monkey took a deep breath and sighed: "Don't worry, I will let them continue to pay attention, but news came from the Middle East recently that some weapons that should not have appeared on Assad's side, Like tanks or something."

"Tank?" Ding Sheng's attention was quickly attracted, and he didn't pay much attention to the Chinese man who his colleagues said was with Ivanov.

"This is the picture from ahead." Monkey turned on the computer and showed Ding Sheng the picture of the tank they secretly took. He pointed to the computer screen and said, "Is it familiar? This type of tank was obviously smuggled out of Ukraine. There are only a handful of arms dealers who have access to this source, but after investigation, we have an unexpected result."

"According to various recent analyzes, the tanks shipped to the Middle East were not provided by the Russian or Ukrainian arms dealers. In fact, we have received information that the person who shipped these weapons to Syria has an Asian face."

Monkey's words made Ding Sheng frowned slightly: "Asian face? Lu Feng is the only one with an Asian face who can enter and leave Ukraine and the Middle East, but Lu Feng just had a falling out with Ivanov, and Ivanov We will definitely not let Lu Feng enter his territory without paying attention."

"Could it be other Asians, such as Japan?" the monkey guessed.

Ding Sheng immediately denied Houzi's guess: "As far as I know, although those Japanese are rich, Ukraine has never been their territory. It is impossible for them to come into contact with Ukrainian resources all of a sudden. Offending Ivanov is not something that a group of cautious Japanese would do."

"Continue to investigate." Ding Sheng slightly clenched the coffee cup in his hand, "No matter who it is, I will send all these warmongers to prison!"

Just when Ding Sheng finished his bold words, a brisk singing sounded suddenly.

"Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine, not afraid of wind and rain, la la la la—"

"I'll answer the phone!" Ding Sheng put down his coffee cup and ran out of the office.

Came to the empty stairwell, when Ding Sheng pressed the answer button, the cheerful singing stopped, but then Ding Sheng's voice with joy and surprise sounded: "Uncle An, why are you free? I called?"

In the past six months, although he didn't move around in Asia, he usually exchanged emails with Chen An when he had nothing to do, and occasionally had calls, but basically Ding Sheng called, and Chen An almost never took the initiative to call.

Compared with emails, Ding Sheng prefers to hear Chen An's voice. He has always thought that Chen An's voice is very nice, and it is as gentle as Chen An himself, which makes him feel at ease and comfortable.