Zhuo Yu Feng Yang Chapter 13

The next day around noon, Jiang Zhuo had just seen off a customer who had come for an appraisal when his phone vibrated. It was a message from Lu Chen, containing a compressed file and a brief sentence: The password is 19490815. Jiang Zhuo's heart leaped. He immediately closed the door of Xianyun Studio, returned to the counter, and plugged the USB drive into his portable laptop. As he typed the string of numbers, his fingertips trembled slightly, a rare occurrence. The moment the compressed file…