I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 250 Sansha Buddha Cave

Chapter 250: Chapter 250 Sansha Buddha Cave

Qiao Qingyu knew that Wang Laogen was mainly responsible here.

Qiao Qingyu then had some thoughts but couldn’t speak of them now, only waiting for next spring.

These five greenhouses had their own technicians recording the temperature from morning to night and the changes in the growth of the vegetables every day.

So similarly, the Qiao Family Team’s three greenhouses were also keeping records.

Qiao Qingyu thought that consolidating these records might even make a book.

After Qiao Qingyu left, Chen Sheng turned to find Fang Xiaomei.

He was off work today, so he had stayed around.

Chen Sheng nervously watched Fang Xiaomei to see if there were any changes in her mood and then felt relieved.

It seemed that no matter what Qiao Qingyu said or didn’t say, Fang Xiaomei remained unchanged.

Fang Xiaomei was too easy to understand, still the type you could see right through.

The two of them stood in the corner of a large wall, Chen Sheng gave Fang Xiao Mei a covert look; the reason for their reunion was actually quite simple.

It was after dating two other people that he realized no one was more compatible with him than Fang Xiaomei, especially in terms of the chance of having sons.

The other two were simply no good.

After his mother spoke up, he dared not continue dating anyone else; doing so would ruin his reputation, so he settled on Fang Xiaomei.

Besides, it was only after dating the other two that he realized Fang Xiaomei was indeed the best among the three.

However, such thoughts were known only to his parents, and no fourth person could possibly be aware.

He would not let anyone, especially Fang Xiaomei, discern his true thoughts.

He sneered inwardly at Qiao Qingyu; did she really think his reunion with Fang Xiaomei was because of her and He Xiuyu?

How self-deluded!

...

Wu Xiucai arrived in Xichuan at last with Wu Tai and checked into the Xichuan Hotel, where Wu Xiujie and Wu Peng were staying on the same floor as them.

At that moment, the four men stood in the first-floor living room, smiles on their faces, yet in their hearts, they had cursed each other to death a thousand times over.

This was particularly true for Wu Tai.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, his gaze cold and dark as he stared at Wu Xiujie and Wu Peng. Although he hadn’t found direct evidence yet, he was convinced that it was their doing.

He would not let these two people off the hook!

Wu Peng paid no attention to his gaze, feigning compassion as he said, "Ah, Tai, it’s really sad. From now on, you won’t be able to walk anymore. How about this, I know a prosthetic limb manufacturer, I’ll get in touch with them and have them make you a false leg..."

Wu Tai’s hands gripping the wheelchair’s wheels clenched tight.

He felt his eyes could split open with fury in an instant; usually, he could restrain himself, but now Wu Peng was like stabbing a knife into his wound.

He wished he could kill him!

Wu Xiucai cleared his throat softly.

Wu Tai took a deep breath, slowly regaining his composure.

The accompanying people instinctively felt something off about these four.

They appeared cordial on the surface, but it felt extremely awkward, yet they still warmly invited them to the banquet hall.

The meal, naturally, was one where both hosts and guests thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

After the meal, Wu Xiujie visited Wu Xiucai’s room.

Last time they met in the United States, he had not expected their next meeting to be in Huaxia.

Wu Xiujie spoke directly, "Raised by a petty woman."

Wu Xiucai didn’t hold back his retort, "Raised by a dog of a woman."

Wu Xiujie was momentarily stunned because it was the first time he had heard his younger brother curse. His face flushed with rage as he shouted loudly, "Wu Xiucai, how dare you insult our mother?"

Wu Xiucai’s voice was icy, "You’re nothing but a son of a bitch, and I will leave you with nothing."

"You son of a petty woman, what are you going to do, what can you possibly do to leave me with nothing?"

"You son of a bitch, just wait and see how I, Wu Xiucai, strip you of everything and reduce you to a homeless cur. Oh right, a bitch’s son is a dog, that phrase really is most apt."

Wu Xiujie was indeed infuriated.

He stared at Wu Xiucai with eyes wide in disbelief. The two always had their conflicts, but to be honest, Wu Xiucai had always been quite courteous to him. Respectful both in person and behind his back. Even after their complete fallout in the U.S., he never insulted him like this.

But who could have imagined that after a few months, Wu Xiucai had completely changed.

This was a classic case of ’do as I say, not as I do.’

He charged forward, intent on striking Wu Xiucai, but never expected Wu Xiucai to react with a swift movement of his wrist. The black, cold weapon was now pressed against his chest.

"Bitch’s son! Enjoy your last days while you still can eat and drink," Wu Xiucai said through clenched teeth.

It was then that Wu Xiujie realized he had been careless, grossly careless. He didn’t move, nor did he dare take an impossible gamble.

Even though he was on Huaxia soil, if this ’son of a petty woman’ really shot him, even if he were punished afterward, Wu Xiujie would be dead.

He cherished his life far too much,

His life was precious, not worth less than that of a bitch’s son.

Raising his hands, Wu Xiujie took a few steps back and with a menacing smile said, "Son of a petty woman, you’re ruthless."

He retreated to the doorway.

Wu Xiucai proficiently stowed the weapon in his hand. It was a silencer-equipped pistol that had been passed through official channels given to him for self-defense.

"I curse you to never find your daughter in this lifetime, to die without ever finding her, and even if you do, it’ll be nothing but a grave,"

Afterwards, laughing hysterically, he pushed open the door and left Wu Xiucai’s bedroom.

Wu Xiucai, pale-faced, clutched his chest as if all strength had been drained from his body, and sat down on the couch.

Whatever Wu Xiujie said, he could normally ignore, but he truly couldn’t bear to hear such words.

...

In Beijing, He Shan went to meet with the "Number Three" person in charge under the escort of a security officer.

He was a kindly elder who, after gesturing He Shan to sit down, handed him a manila file envelope. He Shan opened it and began to read its contents with earnestness.

Although his expression was calm by the end, it was also mixed with complexity and solemnity.

"Have you finished reading? What do you think?" the elder asked.

"I will comply with the leadership’s arrangement."

"Good, you will then be transferred to Xichuan. There’s no issue with Wu Xiucai, but Wu Xiujie is too deeply hidden. Our comrades paid with their lives to get this information."

At this point, both men wore heavy expressions on their faces.

Who could have imagined that Wu Xiujie, who returned to the country with so much fanfare, not only colluded with foreign forces but also had traveled to Xichuan this time in search of a treasure buried there fifty years ago.

The treasure in question wasn’t simply gold, silver, or jewels.

It referred to the murals and several hundred Buddha statues in the Sansha Buddha Cave, along with a great number of other precious historical materials.

When this Buddha Cave was discovered, it had already been ravaged by looters, leaving only the immovable, yet shattered remnants behind.