Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 140 You all forget your roots_1

Chapter 140: Chapter 140 You all forget your roots_1

The room suddenly fell deathly silent.

No one dared to speak.

Old Ho was quietly paying attention, ready to step in and stop it if it really came down to Little Nuan personally.

The main issue was they hadn’t gotten any leverage on Du Zhenhai.

So, it wasn’t good to make a big fuss and confront him openly.

Deputy County Mayor Zhao also didn’t want the situation to escalate; he wanted to see what Du Zhenhai was going to do.

It was Old Mr. Ji who was domineering.

No rebuttal, no confrontation, just direct threats.

Very effective.

Instantly, Du Zhenhai’s expression turned to panic.

How could he have not known about the relationship between Song Yunuan and Old Mr. Ji?

Second Grandpa?

This title had a different meaning compared to Grandpa Ji.

It meant treating her like a real granddaughter.

Before he could speak, Old Mr. Ji said, "I’ve got things to do; I don’t have time to dawdle with you."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sharp, his voice carrying a warning, "As for my granddaughter, starting from now, no one is allowed to mention a single word about her. If I hear it, I will not let them off lightly."

Everyone nodded, clearly seeing it was slander, and repeatedly bringing up the young lady’s name could be unpredictable. With so many voices, the truth could be distorted; it might well do more harm than good.

Leaving it out was the best option.

Old Mr. Ji didn’t give anyone a chance to speak, and said sternly, "If you want to check if Brother Song has made exorbitant profits, just audit the finances. Even if it’s rotten and thrown away, did all those carts of shepherd’s purse end up in dog’s stomachs?

This must be thoroughly investigated. My brother’s family of more than a dozen, gathers wild herbs before dawn, the youngest only five years old, cleanly picked and washed, and they laboriously send them over, during the months of lean supply, have you eaten less?

Shepherd’s purse is not only a dish on your table, it’s also a medicinal herb that can strengthen the spleen, promote water elimination, stop bleeding, and improve vision...

In some regions, it’s fondly called ’longevity vegetable’; of course, any medicinal herb and ingredient has its uniqueness.

It can’t be generalized."

Speaking of which, my brother didn’t earn much money, talking about undue profits, do you know how hard it is for our farmer brothers? They toil from morning to night, either squatting or kneeling on the ground, working hard for hours just to pick a basket of wild vegetables, which you can finish in one meal, you’ve forgotten your roots, you’ve all forgotten your roots. To achieve your own unspeakable goals, you blatantly falsely accuse and slander our farmer brothers, blatantly trample on their labor achievements, ignoring the effort they’ve put in."

He pointed at Du Zhenhai, whose face had turned pale, "You are the typical case of eating from the bowl and cursing the cook!"

Du Zhenhai hurried to explain, "I’m not. I didn’t. I..."

Unexpectedly, Old Mr. Ji looked at him, narrowed his eyes, suddenly stepped in front of him, and stared into his eyes.

Making Du Zhenhai’s heart pound with fear.

After all, Old Mr. Ji was a renowned healer.

Then they heard Old Mr. Ji’s indifferent voice, "Open your mouth."

Du Zhenhai opened his mouth involuntarily.

Old Mr. Ji said again, "Stick out your tongue."

He obediently stuck out his tongue.

Old Mr. Ji stepped back, a cold smile on his lips, straightened his clothes, ignoring everyone’s gaze, and said leisurely, "I have medical ethics, I will keep your secret, but you should still be aware, that kind of medicine isn’t meant for indiscriminate use, you can do harm to your body, and at your age, you can’t recover from the damage, and if you continue, it will at best shorten your lifespan and at worst lead to death, I’ve said all I need to, the rest is up to you!"

After this speech, Old Mr. Ji nodded to the people in the meeting room, then turned and left.

Du Zhenhai was left alone, disheveled and uneasy.

He wiped his balding forehead and felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

Just as he was about to chase after Old Mr. Ji, he was stopped by Xiao Dizi who shouted, "Does this man really have something to hide? It looks like he’s trying to escape, doesn’t it?"

So, Du Zhenhai was restrained by Old Ho.

The piled-up confrontational speeches Director Niu had prepared were practically unnecessary.

The precious ingredients had been accounted for, Old Niu’s books were clean and clear, and the shepherd’s purse was testified by the canteen manager, the master chef, and some workers to be the freshest, the highest quality, and the cheapest.

An utter fabrication.

Thus, Deputy Director Ho personally took Du Zhenhai away.

The meeting had just dispersed, leaving Third Child Xia, disheveled, limping, and dragging his lead-heavy legs, finally arriving at the small guesthouse.

He had the required certificate and letter of introduction in advance.

He was from a unit in Beidu.

The front desk immediately processed his check-in.

But they also gave him a strange look. Why did it seem like he hadn’t just come off a train but had trekked a long journey?

Third Child Xia clenched his teeth in frustration.

It had been years since he’d walked such a long distance. That damned coachman dared to deceive him—he was going to expose him at the office.

Yet, faced with the pretty receptionist, he managed to put on a smile.

The receptionist frowned upon seeing his greasy appearance.

They gave him the registration card and the key and told him to go upstairs by himself.

Then, Third Child Xia asked the female receptionist where their general manager, Du Zhenhai, was at the moment.

The female receptionist, of course, knew.

But it was currently a confidential matter.

The female receptionist shook her head: "I’m sorry, Comrade Xia, I don’t know."

Third Child Xia angrily took the key and went upstairs.

Rest well today, and first thing in the morning, he would go to find Zhu Feng.

In such a poor, backward, dilapidated place, he couldn’t stand to stay another day.

He’d long forgotten he once was born in a small mountain village.

Meanwhile, in the rehearsal hall of the county cultural troupe, Lew Yuan was discussing something with Chief Ghu, holding a script and files in his hands.

Song Ting had been given three days off.

She had indeed been taken on as a disciple by Teacher Zhu Mann.

Logically, she was supposed to pack her things and leave with Teacher Zhu Mann.

Afterward, she would be a member of the Beidu Song and Dance Ensemble.

But Song Ting knew her foundation was too weak.

Moreover, she was anxious and confused about Beidu and the future.

Even though she rarely saw Little Nuan in Nanshan County Town, she felt reassured because she knew Little Nuan wasn’t far from her.

But going to Beidu would mean even fewer chances to see each other.

So she told Teacher Zhu Mann, "Give me one year; I want to learn and train more at the grassroots level."

Zhu Mann agreed.

And valued Song Ting even more.

She thought Song Ting was a composed and unpretentious good seedling.

Only people like this can go further on the path of art.

Bustling cities are easy to get lost in, especially in the profession she was pursuing, which could easily blind her.

Teacher Zhu Mann was leaving Nanshan County Town tomorrow.

Chief Ghu had specially given a leave to allow her to see off Zhu Mann.

Zhu Mann had always been low-key, and not many knew about her.

Currently, only Director Niu and Chief Ghu knew.

But as it happened, Lew Yuan also knew.

He said to Chief Ghu, "I want to speak a few words with Song Ting."

Chief Ghu looked at him and sighed inwardly.

Everyone knew what this young man was thinking.

But obviously, Song Ting wasn’t interested.

He specifically instructed, "Be mindful of the bounds."

Lew Yuan smiled: "Chief Ghu, you underestimate me."

Outside in the rehearsal hall, where people were in groups of twos and threes, Lew Yuan blocked Song Ting’s path without attracting attention.

When Song Ting saw it was Lew Yuan, her heart skipped a beat.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, instinctively looking around to see if Lin Xuezhu was anywhere in sight...

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