After being reborn, I refused to be a sucker, and my whole family was dumbfounded.

Chapter 559

"Starting tomorrow, follow Lu Yi's wife, Song Luoling. Take pictures of her movements, preferably with video."

Fan Wenwei paused for a moment, then replied, "No problem, Mr. Lin. You tell me, what do you want to film, and how do you want to film it?"

Lin Ling picked up her wine glass and took a sip: "Song Luoling's daily activities mainly revolve around her interactions with Shi Gandang."

"I need to know the location, time, and content. It would be even better if I could record the conversation when she and Shi Gandang are alone together."

"As for the reward, this mission will be worth 100,000. If we successfully obtain the key evidence, we will add another 200,000."

"Understood, Mr. Lin."

Fan Wenwei was thrilled to hear about such a large reward.

"Starting at 100,000, plus a 200,000 bonus, I'll take the job."

"Don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on it and make sure I get the photos you want."

Lin Ling hummed in agreement and added, "Be careful, don't let her find out. Shi Gandang has deep connections; if you're exposed, I won't protect you."

Fan Wenwei quickly assured him, "President Lin, you know my methods. I've been in this business for so many years and I've never failed. Just wait for the good news."

After Lin Ling hung up Fan Wenwei's call, the room fell silent again.

He put down his wine glass, swiped his finger across the screen, and dialed a number he knew by heart from his past life.

The moment the call connected, a rough, wary male voice came through: "Who is it?"

"Hello, Cheng Yong."

Lin Ling was very straightforward and called out the other person's name directly.

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a cold laugh.

"Who are you? You must have dialed the wrong number. I don't know any Cheng Yong."

Lin Ling sat down on the sofa, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Stop pretending, Cheng Yong. Your son, Cheng Fa, is a sophomore at Yunnan University, majoring in computer science. His dormitory is room 412 in Building 3 of the South Campus. He is 1.75 meters tall and as thin as a bamboo pole."

"As for you, you are 45 years old, a wanted criminal in China. Ten years ago, you fled because of smuggling weapons. Now you have become a warlord in Myanmar, with more than 300 men under your command and control of two mines."

"Oh, by the way, you have a scar on your left leg from when you were on the run back then. It hurts so much that you need painkillers. Is this enough?"

Upon hearing this, the person on the other end of the phone suddenly became breathless.

Cheng Yong remained silent for a full ten seconds before lowering his voice and speaking in a sinister tone.

"Who are you? What gang are you from? You dare to investigate me? Believe me, I'll kill you!"

Lin Ling chuckled softly, "Boss Cheng, don't get so angry. If I wanted to mess with you, the people calling you right now would be the police from China. I mean no harm, I just want to make friends."

"Making friends? Don't give me that nonsense."

Cheng Yong snorted coldly, clearly not believing it.

"You know my background, yet you still dare to make this call. You've got some nerve. So, tell me, what exactly do you want?"

Lin Ling picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and said calmly, "I told you, I meant no harm."

“I like to take multiple paths. Right now I’m near Yunnan University, and I just happened to see your son, Cheng Fa. He’s quite an interesting kid.”

"I was thinking, what do you think about helping him fulfill a dream? Having more friends means having more options, it can't hurt, right?"

Cheng Yong remained silent for a while, seemingly weighing Lin Ling's intentions.

His voice lowered, tinged with a hint of probing: "Just who are you?"

"There aren't many people in the country who can find out about me. If you were really working for the police, my son would have been arrested long ago. So, tell me, what do you want?"

Lin Ling smiled and said, "My name is Lin Ling, from Lingyun Group in Nanzhou. You work in Myanmar, and I work in China. We each have our own territory."

“What I want is very simple—mutual benefit. Your connections in China are all cut off, but I can help you build bridges. You have some influence in Myanmar, which I might need in the future.”

"As for your son, I can take care of him, give him some resources, and make his life more comfortable. What do you think?"

Upon hearing the words "Lingyun Group," Cheng Yong's breathing noticeably faltered.

Although he was in Myanmar, he had heard of Lin Ling's reputation in Nanzhou.

Cheng Yong pondered for a moment, then softened his tone: "If you really are that kind of person, then I'll believe you have the ability."