The West Garden opera house was packed, as always.
Tonight's performance featured Yang Lian'Er's three signature plays, so the crowd was even larger than usual.
By the time Zhao Hui arrived at the entrance, the tickets were long sold out.
Not that he planned on seeing the show anyway. He had always respectfully declined this sort of entertainment.
Zhao Hui found a teahouse across the street with a view of the opera house entrance, sat down, and began to wait.
While he waited, Zhao Hui mentally reviewed all the clues he had gathered over the past two days, and the results only further confirmed his earlier theory.
The perpetrator had to be someone familiar with the inner workings of the Five Blessings Hall's rickshaw business. However, the group of most likely suspects had already been investigated with no results.
This made Zhao Hui feel a rare flicker of irritation.
