Buying ladders again, changing curtains.
After some fuss, when Jiang Tao went downstairs and returned to the car, it was already noon.
He lit a cigarette and took a puff.
Jiang Tao didn't rush to start the car and leave.
He reached into another pocket and pulled out a pack of Liqun cigarettes.
Opening the pack, inside were a few strands of hair Zhang Chao had pulled from his own head last night.
A few strands of roughly four to five centimeters long black hair, curled and twisted.
If Jiang Tao hadn't seen him pull them out of his head with his own eyes,
he would have thought they were from some peculiar part of the body.
Securing the pack, a thought crossed Jiang Tao's mind, and he opened the intelligence update concerning Zhang Chao he'd refreshed earlier.
[Past Intelligence 02]:
You had contact with Zhang Chao yesterday and obtained relevant information—
Zhang Chao was originally the long-lost youngest son of Xia Hualiangzi, the boss in Beijing.
