The meeting concluded, and Fu Shinian did not leave his seat. Everyone present dared not be the first to stand, and so the atmosphere became eerily quiet, until Song Yi entered the meeting room, saw everyone exchanging glances, and signaled them to leave.
The continuous sound of footsteps brought Fu Shinian back to his senses, realizing the meeting was over. He tiredly pinched the bridge of his nose. Only when Song Yi and the others had left, leaving just the two of them in the meeting room, did he hand Fu Shinian back his phone:
"Mr. Fu, we've found it."
Fu Shinian stopped pinching his brow, looked up at the phone on the desk with a tone more foreboding than ever, and uttered just one word:
"Speak!"
"Even though the email address was encrypted in various ways, we managed to crack it. It originated from an internet cafe in Jiangcheng City."
"Jiangcheng City?"