881: Chapter 881 Doubt 2 881: Chapter 881 Doubt 2 “What do the experts say?” Lan Li asked.
“The experts couldn’t understand the intended aning either.” On official matters, Xing Ye doesn’t let personal emotions interfere.
But after looking at Lan Li, Xing Ye naturally thought of Ding Jinshi.
After so many years, he’s already a father of two, He Teng and He Zhilan have married and remarried, yet Lan Li is still alone.
“What exactly did Niu Rang leave on the note in terms of numbers and letters?” He Zhilan was full of doubts, “Aren’t the experts specialized in this field?
How co they still have no clue after so long?”
He Zhilan knew about the note Niu Rang left in the gun from He Teng early on.
However, since it was an official matter, she didn’t ask He Teng what specific numbers and letters were written on the note.
But hearing He Teng and Xing Ye looking so troubled, she was genuinely curious.
“Pfft, sotis experts are no better than farts,” Bian Xiulin muttered.
“Co on, Zhilan, eat more.
Get nice and chubby so you and the deputy commander can give us a big, fat baby boy soon.”
“People who are mothers really are different, worrying about other people’s families,” He Zhilan teased Bian Xiulin and then casually asked, “What letters and numbers were written on the note?”
He Teng looked at He Zhilan’s petite fra, thinking he needed to fatten up his wife soon.
They’ve remarried; it was about ti to have a child.
Upon hearing He Zhilan’s question, He Teng was brought back from his reverie.
He opened his mouth and rattled off a string of numbers and letters, while picking out a piece of at for He Zhilan, specifically choosing the lean kind she preferred.
At first, He Zhilan nonchalantly acknowledged the numbers He Teng ntioned, saying they seed to have no pattern.
She bowed her head and bit into the piece of at He Teng had given her.
But before she could swallow, she abruptly looked up at He Teng.
“What’s the matter?” He Teng handed her a napkin.
“Your mouth is oily.
Wipe it off.”
Seeing He Zhilan still looking dazed, He Teng took matters into his own hands and wiped her mouth as if taking care of a daughter.
He had gotten used to it; when He Zhilan’s hand was scalded by Gu En, he took care of her in the sa way.
“Could it be such a coincidence!
The string of numbers and letters left by Niu Rang is exactly the sa as the sales code for one of Lanteng Company’s essential oils,” He Zhilan pushed He Teng’s hand away.
“Previously, the essential oils were always imported from abroad, and to facilitate sales without mixing up products, at that ti, we discussed with Otto and his wife to set a sales code for each product.” Seeing that everyone’s expression turned serious, He Zhilan continued, “The numbers and letters you ntioned are exactly the sales code for the tea tree essential oil produced by Lanteng Company, three letters, five numbers.”
“It can’t be that simple, can it?” Bian Xiulin was sowhat incredulously amused, “This is the mysterious code that has baffled Xing Ye and the experts for several days!”
“It’s very likely just the sales code for Lanteng essential oil,” Xing Ye’s index finger lightly tapped on the tabletop.
“The handwriting on the note can be confird as Niu Rang’s, and if the experts can’t find any particular aning in these numbers and letters, then it’s probably not so special professional code or secret signal.
Leaving this behind, Niu Rang must have thought that if the gun fell into soone else’s hands, they might not understand the aning of these things, but if it ended up with us, He Zhilan would definitely recognize them.”
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