Jiang Lian has relied on two things in his life: ears and craftsmanship.
The ear can distinguish the true from the false, and the craft can make the false. New identity, new household registration, new way of living - just do it if you are given money, regardless of where you came from.
Zhao Dongwei left a ticket stub with her name on him after she identified him.
The night when Weng Chenghe of the Military Police Department took her back, she ran to knock on his door with her bare feet and her bathrobe tied loosely.
He leaned against the door frame, his eyes slowly falling an inch from her face: "How much do you know about Zhao Dongwei?"
Jiang Lian slapped the threatening note on his desk: "I only know one thing - I am a fake and don't accept money from dead people. If he dies, the relationship with me will be severed."
"Then why are you still here?"
She raised her eyes and looked at him: "Because the tighter you guard me -"
She took a step forward, her ankles turned blue under her bathrobe.
"——It means that the more you take advantage of me, the more I can't do anything about it."
Weng Chenghe looked at her and said nothing.
After two seconds, he suddenly smiled. The corners of his mouth moved once and then closed, as if he didn't intend to smile or couldn't hold back.
She heard his heart beat faster.
Not much, just one shot.
That's enough.
Purpose: People who create fake files know best what is true.