Zhao Xiaolong picked up the phone and dialed Qing Zi again, this time he got through.
Zhao Xiaolong immediately said: "Brother Qing Zi, I'm Zhao Xiaolong, son of the CEO of Shunda Company."
"Oh, it's Xiao Zhao. What do you need from me? Is there some business you want to refer to me?"
"Yes, someone hit me, Brother Qing Zi, you have to help me get even."
"Young Master Zhao, someone dared to hit you? Who's got the nerve?"
"I was attacked right in your territory, now I only know the license plate number, and the person ran off."
"As long as you know the plate number, it's fine. I'll definitely help you track that person down. Damn it, hitting Young Master Zhao on my turf is like slapping me in the face!"
"The plate number is SJ656!" Zhao Xiaolong immediately reported the plate number.
"Alright, I got it, SJ... wait a minute, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?" Qing Zi suddenly exclaimed.
"No mistake, definitely no mistake." Zhao Xiaolong immediately swore with confidence.
