Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 214 Turbulent Undercurrents_1

Chapter 214: Chapter 214 Turbulent Undercurrents_1

Song Yunuan asked, puzzled, "Why though? I’ve just arrived here, and apart from those few people earlier, I don’t know anyone else."

The curly-haired woman rolled her eyes, "How would I know? Maybe you’ve offended someone?"

Song Yunuan: "Can you tell me what that person looked like?"

The young man immediately said, "I couldn’t see the face. He was wearing glasses and a mask, dressed in a blue Sun Yat-sen suit, with rubber shoes on his feet, and he spoke with the local accent. Now that I think about it, he must have done it on purpose, right?"

People in this era aren’t used to wearing masks.

Besides, who would wear a mask in the middle of a hot summer, if not to suffer?

In a corner not far from the museum, Old Qi and Old Dou talked openly.

They had already taken off their masks

because wearing one would attract more attention instead.

The speaker was Old Dou, a man whose eyes brimmed with cruelty: "... Song Yunuan’s growth records over the past seventeen years don’t look anything special."

"Those she knows aren’t worrisome either, whether she’s lost or dead, who would go to great lengths to find her?"

"What I don’t quite understand is why you decided to startle the snake by hitting the grass?"

Old Qi didn’t come alone.

He brought four men with him.

At this moment, two have gone to Nanshan County Town.

Song Yunuan’s itinerary wasn’t kept secret. Knowing that she had come to the provincial city, they had the specific time of the train’s arrival. Old Qi had been in the provincial city investigating the past seventeen years of Song Yunuan’s life at the provincial government compound, and after learning of her arrival, he started tracking her from the station all the way to the Education Committee’s compound. Then, after Song Yunuan left, he followed right behind, getting off the bus midway when he saw which direction Song Yunuan was heading to and arrived at the museum’s entrance ahead of time.

Old Qi was forty-five years old this year, having grown up among beggars as a child. Later, Shangguan Heng took him away, pampering him with good food and drink, teaching him many things.

But at the same time, Shangguan Heng was ruthless and brutal.

He could kill without batting an eye.

Moreover, he loved to whip, owning a whip said to be made from the century-old skin of a flood dragon, adorned with a red bell. The scars left by that whip not only healed poorly but would also ache unbearably, like drilling into the bones, whenever the weather turned damp.

Both Old Qi and Old Dou were trained by Shangguan Heng, and they were most loyal to him. Not to mention, over the years, they had access to funds given by Shangguan Heng through certain channels.

Old Qi felt that including Shangguan Yunqi, everyone had underestimated Shangguan Heng’s ruthlessness and his determination to stop at nothing until his goals were met.

Especially now, as he aged, he seemed to become even more relentless.

Song Yunuan, she was definitely not going to escape.

As for Xia Xindong, they would keep him for the time being.

They would get notice from Shangguan Heng about how to proceed later.

So, Old Qi was on two missions this time.

One was the task assigned by Shangguan Heng.

The other was Shangguan Yunqi’s order to deal with Song Yunuan.

To dispose of a seventeen-year-old girl without anyone noticing, there were just too many ways.

For Old Qi, it was a trivial matter.

His main task was to obey Shangguan Heng’s orders and take this opportunity to thoroughly investigate Xia Xindong’s whereabouts, as well as his family and friends.

They now had full control over the seventeen years Song Yunuan had spent in the provincial government compound.

This was not worth mentioning.

Because the Qin family’s attitude was very clear, after exchanging her back, it was a case of each going their own way, never to interact again.

So even if something happened to Song Yunuan, the provincial government compound wouldn’t get involved.

Then there was Song Yunuan’s acquaintance with Old Mr. Lin from the museum and Old Mr. Hu, the former head of the technical university.

It was said that both had been rehired.

But exactly how she knew them, they hadn’t found out.

Song Yunuan got off the car, leading her brother toward them, then stopped in front of the guardhouse.

No need to queue up?

Old Qi, cunning and experienced, came up with a plan in just a few seconds.

In the crowd, he could tell at a glance who was the greediest, so he set his sights on the curly-haired woman.

He promised to give her ten yuan as long as she shouted out those words. The money would be hers, and he guaranteed there would be no trouble afterward.

He wasn’t afraid of the curly-haired woman spilling the beans.

Because even if she did, it was no use, no one could find him.

As it turned out, this was indeed the case.

And from the recent words of Old Mr. Lin, he had gleaned a bit of information.

That is to say, the relationship between Song Yunuan and Old Mr. Lin was indeed unusual.

It was very likely because of Emperor Kang’s Tomb.

As for whether she was a dunce or a top student, Old Qi couldn’t care less.

Old Qi said, "I just wanted to test her depth, and now it seems that this Song Yunuan is quite capable, so we should be careful and not act rashly."

Old Dou nodded, "Now that things are opening up more, and the exchange between both sides is more frequent than before, can we make a move on that batch of antiques?"

Old Qi squinted his eyes, "We wait for instructions from the big boss."

He couldn’t ship out that batch of antiques back then, but he also didn’t want to just donate them to those bumpkins for nothing.

So, they hid them on the spot.

Only Old Qi and Old Dou knew where they were hidden, as both of their jobs were quite good, one was a procurement officer at a steel plant, and the other was a procurement officer at a food factory.

In this era, as long as you have a letter of introduction, you could go anywhere when traveling outside.

As for where, unless the person involved talks, it is very difficult for others to investigate.

Without big data, without surveillance, like traffickers who kidnap children and get on a train, they might never be found.

Once things were opened up, the freedom of action was definitely much greater.

Old Qi could even speak the dialects of several places.

That’s why the curly-haired woman said he was a local.

Old Qi discussed with Old Dou, then the two of them stood in the corner of the wall, waiting for Song Yunuan and Song Mingsheng to come out.

The curly-haired woman had already gone to the exhibition hall with her son by then.

With thirty yuan in hand, she was beside herself with joy.

Perhaps feeling somewhat guilty, before leaving she told Song Yunuan of a detail she had just remembered.

It was about the man who taught her to say those words, who had a broad silver ring on his thumb.

Song Yunuan smiled and thanked the curly-haired woman, then led her brother to follow Old Mr. Lin to the archive room.

It was only then that Old Mr. Lin asked what exactly had happened?

Song Yunuan told him what the curly-haired woman had mentioned to her.

No matter how hard he thought, Old Mr. Lin couldn’t fathom anything deeper.

He still warned Song Yunuan to be careful, because although they had been thwarted time and again, the human traffickers were far from being eliminated.

Song Yunuan said, "Where there’s demand, there will be supply. As long as there are people wanting to buy brides or children, such things will never be completely eradicated."

"That’s why you and Asheng need to be careful, don’t go out at night, and I’ll take you back to the guesthouse in a while."

Song Yunuan agreed.

After assisting Old Mr. Lin with the archives and providing additional information, Old Mr. Lin truly handed her a work permit.

He had ordered one made for Song Yunuan when they had entered the office earlier.

Old Mr. Lin also asked if Song Yunuan had a passport-size photo. If not, she should get one taken at the photo studio the next morning, and then come back in the afternoon for the official stamp.

Conveniently, Song Yunuan had a passport-size photo in her bag, so Old Mr. Lin handed over the stamped work permit to her.

Song Yunuan graciously accepted the work permit, appreciating its value, and then inquired further about Old Mr. Lin’s plans for building a school.

Old Mr. Lin replied with a smile, "Let nature take its course, for those who seek benevolence shall find it."

Song Yunuan’s eyes lit up, could this mean there was a high probability it would happen?

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