Standing on the steps in front of the Congress Hall, the evening hot wind whipped sand grains against his face.
Song Heping took the satellite phone handed over by Jiang Feng, with an unfamiliar number displayed on the screen.
Ideally, this satellite phone number should be confidential, only accessible to close contacts, and even if it were regularly changed, strangers shouldn't be able to get it.
Anyone who could call this phone must be very familiar with him.
"Utekin?"
Song Heping searched his mind for a while but couldn't find anyone corresponding to the name.
However, he still redialed the number as per the caller's request.
The call connected quickly.
"Who are you? How did you know my number?"
Song Heping asked cautiously, probing for the caller's identity.
"Mr. Song?"
A low, hoarse Russian-accented English voice came from the other end, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Dmitry Utkin, co-founder of 'Vagner' company."
"Vagner?"
Song Heping was slightly shocked.
