Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 334: She Will Make Him Have to Come

Chapter 334: Chapter 334: She Will Make Him Have to Come

The young girl spoke fluent Nan City dialect, clearly a local.

How could he not have known that Nan City had someone with such bizarre combat skills?

She also demanded answers to questions she shouldn’t have known, and he was forced to speak, finally understanding what it felt like to be on the brink of death in the deserted alley. He had cursed an old man who was about to appear, sending him back.

They were in the corner of the alley, and Little Nuan’s hand was like an eagle’s claw.

Her eyes looked the same, cold and cruel as if gazing upon the dead.

Thinking about it now, she had the same demeanor as those big shots.

He didn’t dare to think anymore; with his last bit of strength, he had to crawl to the hospital.

When another group finally followed into the winding alley, it was empty; they saw nothing.

What happened?

Could it be that some monkey had beaten them to the punch and hoarded the loot?

The boss cursed in anger, "Damn it, when we find him, he won’t get away with it alive."

A group of people cursing and searching for the thief they had just been after.

Meanwhile, Song Yunuan had returned to the hotel, organizing the information she had extracted into notes.

The thieves operating near the conference venue knew quite a bit.

Most of our side attending the trade conference had arrived.

Except for the foreign guests and those from Xiangjiang.

But they were said to be arriving tomorrow.

Staying in the grand hotel closest to the venue.

The foreign guests included the several usual countries, among them ABMDX from Country X.

As for Xiangjiang, almost all of the top ten tycoons were expected to come.

From the Zheng family, the chairman himself was attending; the Lew family was the same, and Eldest Young Master Wang, Wang Changfeng, from the Wang family was coming. Eldest Young Master Zhong represented the Zhong family, and the Shangguan family was also sending their eldest son. The chairmen of these three families did not attend.

She also found out about the places the scoundrels liked to frequent.

Song Yunuan glanced over this information.

Shangguan Heng was feeling guilty. Knowing that Xia Bowen had also arrived in Nan City, he lacked the confidence to show up in front of Xia Bowen.

Their relationship was such that even if there were conflicts, they could be considered domestic issues.

To put it plainly, Xia Bowen was here for Shangguan Heng.

Although her younger uncle was a man, he once had multiple personalities. Personalities, of course, are never the same.

She had not asked, but she could guess that it was very likely there was also a female personality, perhaps one resembling a mother or an older sister.

If there really were many personalities, and they appeared one after the other only to be recorded by that bastard Shangguan Heng, she couldn’t imagine the outcome.

Song Yunuan’s eyes darkened, that damned creature.

He dares not come, does he?

No matter, she will make him have no choice but to appear.

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There were three days left until the opening of the exhibition.

This time was given by the organizers for the various regional units to familiarize themselves with the venue and make arrangements.

Mostly, they had to fend for themselves.

However, the organizers had support teams, there to assist.

As expected, Nanshan County Town, the late entry, was relegated to a corner spot.

Kou County was not surprised and even told everyone that in previous years they had no idea which way the entrance to the venue even faced.

Xia Xindong had not entered; he stood at the door speaking with Lu, "...A year ago, I was still imagining through books what the world might have become."

Lu, feeling sentimental, said, "It will get better."

Asheng, led by Xia Xindong’s hand, looked across at a street and wanted to join his sister playing inside but knew it wasn’t appropriate.

He looked up at Xia Xindong and said sweetly, "Uncle, you seem hungry. There’s lots of yummy food across the street. Let me treat you and Brother Lu. I’m not hungry. I won’t eat. I’ll just enjoy the smell."

Xia Xindong was lost in thought because he had not anticipated that there would still be some remnants that had escaped notice, cunningly hidden. Initially, they had appeared a few times before being assimilated by him, but actually, the integration had not been entirely successful. They had hidden themselves, and accompanying him was a young boy, the same age as Asheng.

The young boy posed no threat; that would likely be his five-year-old self.

But another who called himself Han Chen was different.

That one wanted to destroy the whole world.

He believed humans were the dirtiest creatures, a virus infecting the Earth, which must be eradicated.

He lacked his own capabilities, but he had his own memories.

They often appeared at night recently, and though he could control them, he would have nightmares.

Xia Xindong thought, the crux of the matter was still in Xiangjiang.

But as he couldn’t go to Xiangjiang, he decided to visit Nan City.

Maybe there, Han Chen would show up.

Mainly because he was very cunning and not easy to find.

Xia Xindong’s mind was filled with countless thoughts, yet upon hearing Asheng’s words, he still laughed and patted his little belly.

Asheng quickly sucked in his breath and pulled his stomach back in.

"How much money do you have?" Xia Xindong asked.

"I have one yuan."

Hmm, that’s not too little.

Steamed buns costing a few cents each, eat as many as you like.

Song Yunuan had no idea her younger brother was hungry again, nor did she know that her youngest uncle’s body still had some fish that slipped through the net.

But even if she knew, she wouldn’t be surprised.

She knew from the start it wouldn’t be that smooth.

But at least they could live a normal life.

Song Yunuan’s consistent strategy was to deal with problems as they arose.

Of course, if she anticipated them, she could also take the initiative.

But if the plot didn’t trigger, she naturally wouldn’t know.

Song Yunuan followed suit in setting up the exhibition booth. Her family was in the clothing business, so she went to the service team to borrow a cart, bringing in all the folding clothes racks her grandfather had made.

Stacks of clothes weren’t visible; they needed to be paired properly and hung up.

In the afternoon, when all the clothes arrived, they could be hung up.

This time, they brought linen suit dresses and some autumn clothes.

The autumn clothes included trench coats, small suits, and jackets.

They had both men’s and women’s wear available.

The small suits were made with Dacron, nipped at the waist, and looked very grand when worn.

In this era, dressing in a dignified and grand fashion was the main thing.

Song Yunuan planned to go around the department store later to check out the current market in Nan City.

She didn’t ask Second Young Master Zhong to come; she told him to stay in the hotel.

He could show his face after Eldest Young Master Zhong arrived.

Song Yunuan was keen on the fragrant rosewood crafts from Qionghai Crafts Factory, especially the larger pieces. After taking a walk, she actually found this factory’s booth.

It wasn’t at the very front, but the location was still good, after all, many foreign guests and people from Xiangjiang liked the rosewood goods.

This could be exchanged for foreign currency.

Nowadays, having enough to eat was the most important thing.

Entertainment and things for amusement were secondary.

After Song Yunuan left, she saw her youngest uncle walking over with Asheng from the opposite side.

The opposite side was the snack street, a place Little Asheng couldn’t resist.

Song Yunuan mentioned she wanted to check out the department store, and Xia Xindong naturally worried, even though he knew about Little Nuan’s abilities.

So, they went to the nearby department store together.

This was Nan City after all, where clothing styles were at the forefront, but Song Yunuan’s family’s designs were not lagging, even arguably yet to meet their match.

As it approached dawn, Song Yunuan waited until the hotel was completely quiet. She put on a black tracksuit, wore a mask, secured the door properly, and silently jumped out of the second-floor window.

The streetlights were still on.

She checked her direction and, according to the information provided by the thief, went to an underground club not far from here.

It was invested in by people from Xiangjiang.

Singing, dancing, and drinking here were expensive, and it was said that the girls here were also the prettiest.

They didn’t operate during the day, only opening at night.

It was one of those places that shunned the light.

Now, as the opening-up policy was just starting, there hadn’t been time to deal with the bad elements turned up by the big waves.