Old Gang reached underneath the coffee table and took out a square wooden box. He opened it, and it was stuffed with business cards. 

He had a lot of acquaintances. 

To obtain the glory he held today, Old Gang must have spent countless efforts. He exerted a lot of his strength to find a business card in the box and handed it to me. “It’s him.” 

The business card’s owner was surnamed Song. 

I quickly dialed the number on the card with Old Gang’s telephone. The phone rang several times, but no one picked up. I called again, and the result was the same. I dialed the office number on the business card and found that the number didn’t exist. 

I was upset to learn that I couldn’t contact the person named Song. 

The phone kept ringing, but no one picked up. I thought for a moment, then asked Old Gang, “If you are business partners, he should have contacted...