??Chapter 249: Chapter 249 You Won’t Find a Wife Like This_1
Chapter 249: Chapter 249 You Won’t Find a Wife Like This_1
On the other end of the phone, Gu Huai’an fell silent for a mont, too far away to hear what the young girl was really thinking.
But perhaps it was for the best that he couldn’t hear everything.
He could only know what was related to him.
The heart of the young girl was like the sky of an autumn day.
He curved his lips in a slight smile, pretending not to hear her comnt, and briefly described to Song Yunuan the local customs of this country, all standard fare, of course.
He did not ntion the gift he had bought for Song Yunuan, only telling her that the flight was in three days.
“Is it a charter flight?”
Gu Huai’an on the other side gave a gentle hum of affirmation.
Song Yunuan said, “…You should change the ti, and the mode of transportation too.”
Gu Huai’an hesitated for a mont, then said, “Alright.”
Song Yunuan giggled, “Answering calls costs money, you know.
I’m still a poor student.”
Gu Huai’an succinctly replied, “Then you hang up.”
Song Yunuan: …
Just what is it with you and not playing by the rules?
Isn’t this the mont when you’re supposed to say: Don’t worry, I’ll pay your phone bill?
Gu Huai’an, you won’t find a wife this way.
Song Yunuan politely said, “See you!”
Then she put down the phone.
Gu Huai’an on the other end listened to the busy tone for a few monts before setting the phone down.
Gazing out at the night outside the window, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
He then instructed his secretary, Xiao Wu, “Change the itinerary.”
Xiao Wu nodded, “Okay, I’ll arrange it right away.”
Although Xiao Wu didn’t know why, he understood there was great benefit in doing so.
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In the evening, Old Mr.
Hu brought Hu Jinyu to visit Song Yunuan.
Their experience over the past few hours had been fraught with danger.
Halfway through, they encountered a torrential downpour.
Along one stretch of road, the right side was a hillside which had been aggressively deforested without any reforestation.
A particularly severe storm had caused a mudslide.
Luckily, they were well-prepared and had enough people to clear the road and continue on the journey.
Then they approached Pagoda Tree Village.
In his hand, Old Mr.
Hu held a map drawn by Song Yunuan based on the scenes in the plot, clearly marked with this village.
Song Yunuan had later added a note on it: be careful of hidden passages here.
After all, it used to be a bandit hideout.
Old Mr.
Hu had taken note of it all in his mind.
He knew about one particular place, but one would need to enter the village to discover it.
But what reason could they have for doing so?
Entering the village to search without cause would require many formalities, especially since they had crossed into another province.
From afar, it was hard to see clearly, but as they got closer, they noticed so villagers acting suspiciously by the roadside.
It wasn’t the busy farming season, yet there was still plenty of work in the fields.
The presence of these people was definitely suspect.
Sure enough, they soon found a woman covered in cuts and bruises lying in the roadside underbrush.
Having been prepared, they imdiately caught soone red-handed.
At that mont, Old Mr.
Hu thought they might be racing against death itself.
Old Mr.
Hu did not give them a chance to argue.
He imdiately sent people to find the local police.
He claid they were faking accidents to scam people, a behavior that was unacceptable.
Once the police arrived, Old Mr.
Hu feigned deep thought before ntioning that he had once seen an old version of the county chronicle of Qingshui County City, stating that Pagoda Tree Village had once been a bandit’s lair, and it might have underground tunnels.
Otherwise, how could the villagers who staged accidents appear and disappear like ghosts?
Everyone believed this without doubt, and Old Mr.
Hu led the search.
Perhaps even fate was on his side, as he kicked away a fake tree root to reveal an entrance underneath, leading to what appeared to be a long tunnel.
This was a big find.
With a significant amount of backup forces arriving, Old Mr.
Hu followed them into the village, knowing there was another tunnel entrance to be discovered.
After entering the village, Old Mr.
Hu was once again overwheld by those feelings of despair, pain, and rage.
At the sa ti, there was also a thought of blowing up the entire village.
He struggled to calm himself down, then discovered the tunnel beneath the great pagoda tree.
The local mayor who erged from this village rushed over upon hearing the news, and at that mont, Old Mr.
Hu sensed sothing was amiss.
Hinting to a leader at the county level, he feared this mayor might be an insider.
Otherwise, with so many tunnels and people coming and going, how could he possibly be unaware?
If he knew, why didn’t he take the initiative to speak up?
Even if these tunnels were safe, the presence of such things in a village should have been reported to the higher authorities.
Yet many people at the scene seed to know nothing about them.
Moreover, it was odd that the newly revised county gazetteer had no record of this bandit lair.
So, the inconsistency lay right here.
The key figures in the village, including the headman, were arrested, along with so won and children who were locked up inside.
This was a big case.
Shanhe Province had already set up a task force.
After that, Old Mr.
Hu didn’t follow up anymore; he left the village with his people amidst the thanks from the local police and leadership.
Standing at the entrance of the village, Old Master Hu looked back.
Many had been arrested.
Without the support forces that had arrived, the few local police officers really couldn’t have managed them.
Of course, there was also the mayor.
The specialty of the old won here was to throw tantrums, roll on the ground, and curse while leaping high.
Even if the n of the village were arrested for so reason, they could always find a way to get them back.
They thought this ti would be no different.
They even had the audacity to try to snatch weapons from the officers.
A team mber kicked one of them away, and after firing a warning shot into the sky, these people finally settled down.
By this ti, Old Mr.
Hu had already gotten into the car to set off, and then he heard that gunshot.
Old Mr.
Hu deeply realized that the villagers here were different from any he had encountered before.
Upon reflection, he realized that especially the older ones, had a fierce light in their eyes.
Such people had blood on their hands and had seen bloodshed.
Thus, shielded by their fellow villagers and unknown to anyone, they had committed many heinous acts.
By now, the village was surrounded by hundreds of people.
Escape was as impossible as flying to the heavens.
Old Mr.
Hu’s heart had just settled a bit when he rembered his eldest son’s family, whose whereabouts were currently unknown.
Thankfully, they were safely brought back in the end.
Upon returning, Old Mr.
Hu had one of his closest students take charge of arranging things for those who accompanied them and gave the student 300 yuan to treat those people to a al.
The student, much like Old Mr.
Hu’s son, unceremoniously pocketed the money.
He took the people away with a clamor.
At this mont, Hu Jinyu was unaware that they had been on the brink of hell.
Old Mr.
Hu once again realized that the prophecies he heard couldn’t be spoken outright.
But he needed to let his son know.
So, he told his son that Little Nuan and Asheng had co to their house for a al, and upon finding out they would go to the provincial city that evening, Little Nuan ntioned having heard at the guesthouse about a potential mudslide there.
The rest of the ssage ca out smoothly.
He even brought up Pagoda Tree Village.
Old Mr.
Hu said, “Although it was a fluke, if Little Nuan hadn’t reminded , I wouldn’t have gone to fetch you, let alone stumbled upon the evils of Pagoda Tree Village by chance.”
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