"How is he?" asked Hu Mei, who was beside him.
"He's alright," Jia Zizai replied.
"That's good," she said.
They did not know the situation at that time. They were just worried that Wang Yao might be injured. After all, he was the key to the plan's success.
"Who was the man who died?" Hu Mei asked.
"I don't know. Maybe it was his substitute," Jia Zizai replied.
"Does he still have a substitute?" she asked.
Jia Zizai suddenly came up with a bold hypothesis. "It's quite possible. Perhaps the person we've interacted with at the company regularly might not be the real chairman."
"How is that possible?" Hu Mei asked. "We meet him quite often. If it isn't him, wouldn't we have found out?"
"He's a substitute after all, with an emphasis on similarity, making it hard to distinguish between the true and the fake," Jia Zizai said. "Otherwise, why would he be called a substitute? That would just be an actor."
