The river of fate flows forward relentlessly, indifferent to anyone's will.
29th, 9:30 AM.
Gao Fengbo, who pre-reported his business trip to the Imperial Capital, is openly at the Pudong Airport.
"Hello, is there..."
"Reschedule! Please hurry up, I'm running out of time!"
Gao Fengbo is desperate, feeling about seventy percent excited, twenty percent anxious, and ten percent worried.
Mostly excitement, because he feels his plan is foolproof.
The house he lives in is listed with an agent but hasn't been sold yet, and the two cars at home haven't been disposed of, completely reflecting a normal travel status.
I mean, seriously, who would think I'd run off so hastily and unexpectedly?!
Impossible!
As long as Liu Hanhe gets into trouble a bit later, and holds out for another two or three months, he can have ample time abroad to sell the property.
He could even convert a tourist visa into an investment immigration one without any problem.
