Lin Qianqian's eyes flashed with resentment after being rejected, but Jiang Cheng simply didn't even look at her.

"Hehe, if Mr. Luo doesn't mind my old bones, then please take me along. I can still be of some help." Yuan Shanyuan said with a smile. Bai Yu stood beside the old man, not saying a word, like a delicate cloth doll.

"Elder Yuan, please," Luo Tianhe said.

Luo Tianhe, Yuan Shanyuan, and Bai Yu went to investigate the newspaper that published the article. Jiang Cheng and Fatty went to investigate the true identity of Master Su. He Ping and Ding Zhenzong went to the police station to inquire for information.

"We won't be idle either, we'll find ways to collect clues." The remaining five people promised. Everyone tried their best to show their usefulness, because useless people in the mission would be in danger and would be abandoned first.

"I say, before we act, shouldn't we get rid of these tails?" Yao Shunyu didn't move his head, just nodded in another direction, looking strange and a little funny.

Fatty looked in the direction he indicated and saw two rickshaws parked at the entrance of the alley about 30 meters away across the street. The rickshaw pullers were acting suspiciously, looking in their direction.

"Don't look, they're the Dongyang people from outside the Su residence before. They've been following us all the way," Li Bai said calmly, pulling Fatty's thoughts back.

Only then did Fatty notice that he was the only one looking around. It seemed that the others had already noticed they were being followed. The scene was a little embarrassing for a moment.

"Leave these two guys to us, you guys go first," Jiang Cheng said indifferently.

Seeing these people disperse, the two trackers were obviously caught off guard, but fortunately, Jiang Cheng and Fatty didn't leave. The two rickshaw pullers also restrained their emotions and continued to tail them.

Feeling that it was about time, Jiang Cheng took Fatty to several shops on the side of the road, bought some snacks, and two maps, one for each of them.

The two walked, ate, and shopped, not walking in a straight line, but circling around, swaying towards the rickshaw pullers who were tailing them.

Fatty felt nervous when he noticed and swallowed, reminding in a low voice, "Doctor, why are we getting closer and closer?"

Jiang Cheng put away the map in his hand and said playfully, "Of course we're getting closer and closer. We're here to find them. It's so hot, I'm tired."

Seeing Jiang Cheng and the others approaching, the rickshaw pullers quickly lowered their heads, pressing down the brim of their worn straw hats used to block the sun, worried about being recognized.

But it was useless. Jiang Cheng swaggered up, sat directly on the nearest rickshaw, leaned back comfortably, squinted his eyes, and ordered, "Rongle Road, Lakeside Teahouse."

Seeing this, Fatty gritted his teeth and sat on the other rickshaw.

Jiang Cheng had checked the map and knew that the Lakeside Teahouse on Rongle Road was quite a distance away. In order not to expose their identities, the two Dongyang people had no choice but to agree and pulled them frantically on the road.

On the way, when they went up a bridge, the slope was relatively steep. It was okay for the person pulling Jiang Cheng, he could grit his teeth and go up. But the person pulling Fatty was out of luck. He had already run a long way, and he was not a professional rickshaw puller. He was already panting heavily. When he pulled Fatty upwards, his whole body tensed, his legs exerted all their strength, his face twisted, his eyes bulged outwards, and his expression was frighteningly ferocious.

At first, Fatty felt a little unbearable, but when he thought of the bad things these people had done, he lay back down with a clear conscience.

On the road, they also encountered a large group of students. The students held up homemade banners, pulled slogans, and paraded along the street with angry faces, shouting slogans loudly.

"Severely punish traitors!"

"Shame of intellectuals!"

"National scum!"

……

It was all this kind of thing. Because the scene was too chaotic, the rickshaw pullers had to change their route.

After an unknown amount of time, the rickshaw turned a corner and stopped. The rickshaw puller turned around, panting heavily, "Two... two sirs, the Lakeside... Lakeside Teahouse has arrived."

"Good." Jiang Cheng strode out of the car and was about to enter the teahouse.

One of the square-faced rickshaw pullers became anxious and stopped Jiang Cheng, "Sir, you haven't paid yet?"

"Pay for what?"

"The fare!" The rickshaw puller widened his eyes, his face twitching a few times, but in the end, he endured it and asked in a low voice, "You, and your friend, weren't you just riding in our cars?"

"Hey, you're talking about that. Wait until I finish listening to the opera. Don't leave. I'll take care of your business when I come back later. We'll settle it together then."

Fatty couldn't help but sigh. The doctor was really an acting genius. He looked like whatever he played. With this air, he was definitely a纨绔子弟 (wanku zidi, rich and aimless playboy), and the most unreasonable kind.

Hearing Jiang Cheng say that he would take their rickshaw when he came out later, the faces of the two rickshaw pullers changed. Taking advantage of their stunned moment, Jiang Cheng and Fatty slipped into the teahouse.

After coming in, Fatty hurriedly grabbed Jiang Cheng, with a bitter face, and said, "Doctor, I know you can't stand them, but we don't have to offend them now. Also, what are you doing at the teahouse?"

Jiang Cheng and the two came to the third floor of the teahouse and looked out through the crack in the window. The two Dongyang people had already run away pulling the rickshaws, but they hadn't run far. They were hiding in a remote alley, poking their heads out to look here.

"Look, these two are staring at us," Fatty complained.

"Don't worry, no one wants to go back and take their rickshaws again. I just want to drive them away from the entrance of the teahouse, otherwise it won't be convenient to do things later." Jiang Cheng patted Fatty on the shoulder, "Come with me."

The two found the back door of the teahouse. Going out from the back door, it was an inconspicuous alley. Walking along the alley for two minutes, the view suddenly opened up, and a small but antique building appeared in front of them.

A black wooden plaque hung on the door, with the three characters 宝墨斋 (Bao Mo Zhai) written on it.

Jiang Cheng took out the map to compare and nodded, "This is it. Let's hurry up. If we drag it out too long, those Dongyang people might become suspicious."

This is a shop specializing in calligraphy and paintings. The walls are hung with calligraphy and paintings, and the tables are covered with them. The shop is not big, but it is well-arranged and looks very elegant.

Jiang Cheng didn't waste any time. He directly found the old gentleman on duty, took out the painting from his arms, and spread it out, pretending that there was an urgent matter at home and he was anxious to sell the painting.

The old gentleman was about 70 years old, wearing a black gown and thick glasses. After carefully looking at the painting, his face changed immediately, "Take it away, take it away quickly. We don't accept Mr. Song's paintings here!"

"Why don't you accept it? Is it a problem with the price? We can discuss it." Jiang Cheng pretended to be very eager to sell it, but in fact, he continued to fish for information.

Seeing that they were so difficult to deal with, the old gentleman became a little anxious, "To tell you the truth, if you had come a few days earlier, we would have been happy to take Mr. Song's paintings, but now..."

"Down with traitors!"

"Song Keli is unworthy of being a teacher, the shame of intellectuals!"

"Betraying friends for personal gain, may you die a horrible death!!"

……

A series of slogans came from outside the window, one wave after another. The old gentleman sighed, took off his glasses, and tremblingly put them back in his pocket, "Did you hear that? Song Ke... Mr. Song's reputation stinks!"

"I advise you, take the painting and leave now, quietly, don't let those students see you, otherwise... hehe, I'm not trying to scare you old man, you won't be able to leave today."