Gordon Jin turned out to be a man named Fujing Zheng, thirty-five, and his father, Guanghua Zheng, sixty-two—both of Shanghai. They were nobody’s Scarface—no diamond-encrusted pistols, no revenge feuds. Fujing, the son, had hopscotched from job to job before landing in a chemical company where he apparently discovered the bounty of selling synthetic drugs online. His father was listed as a warehouseman, and from his photo he seems a man of humble beginnings. They employed no gunmen, no bodyguards, no drivers. They relied on encrypted communications and currencies. Drug traffickers for the
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