The police officer who answered the phone, Chen Rou, did not recognize her, but when he heard that she was looking for Wu Yaozu, Wu Sir, he naturally asked who she was first. Chen Rou did not hide anything and revealed her identity: "I am Chen Rou, the third wife of the Nie family."

After a moment's hesitation, the other party said, "You want to thank Inspector Wu for helping you last night, right? Well, Mrs. Nie, your husband, Mr. Nie Zhao, just sent his secretary to the police station to deliver a banner. Would you like to send one as well?"

"Really? Then no need, thank you," Chen Rou said with a smile.

Inspector Lei, Lei Shijun, is the Deputy Commissioner of Police and Yu Zhengrong's direct subordinate. Needless to say, he is definitely one of his men.

When Yu Zhengrong died, even if Wu Yaozu wasn't a traitor, he would still try to silence him.

Moreover, Wu Yaozu has truly betrayed us; he's a traitor.

In this situation, the Nie family only had one way to protect him: to publicly present a banner to the police station, making it public that Wu Yaozu had saved the Nie family. This would make the police station wary and prevent them from taking any drastic measures.

Chen Rou was inexplicably a little angry again because Nie Zhao had not only thought of what she was thinking of, but had also done it before her. She couldn't help but think of what he had said last night: if she died, he would immediately find another wife.

While eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, I turned to the entertainment section, which featured a group photo of the Miss Hong Kong winners from 1986, 1987, and 1988. Several of them would be active on screen in the future, and they were all great beauties. One of them, however, dedicated her life to marrying into a wealthy family, and in the end, she did indeed marry a rich young master.

Taking a bite of bread, Chen Rou stared at the Hong Kong beauty queens and was pretty sure that if she really died one day, Nie Zhao would probably find a beautiful woman as pretty as the Hong Kong beauty queens in the newspapers to be his second wife.

Thinking about it this way, Chen Rou, like Liang Lisheng, seriously considered wearing a bulletproof vest when going out in the future. She could divorce Nie Zhao, return to the mainland, and start a new life, but she would never be a rich man's ex-wife who is hung on the wall, falsely remembered by men, and constantly trampled on by other women.

After finishing breakfast, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone again.

This phone call was made to the woman who gave birth to her, her mother, Li Mei.

...

At the same time, in Shenzhen, mainland China, at the Third Wool Mill, early in the morning, Li Mei rode her slightly worn old bicycle through the rolling flow of bicycles, past the fashionable young people on the street who were speaking English to the trees, and the hooligans who wore bell-bottoms and sunglasses, carrying tape recorders and jumping around singing "I Just Like You." She entered the gate of the wool mill, parked her bicycle among the dense array of bicycles, took out her handkerchief to wipe away two tears, and then slowly walked towards the workshop.

"Xia'er!" A sharp voice called her from behind.

She stopped and turned to look at the person: "Xiaofang, you're here to work too."

The woman who arrived had fashionable curly hair and wore a dress. She brushed her hair aside and asked, "What's wrong with Chen Ke? What kind of crappy job is he working? Did he get fired? Your brother went to his workplace to ask. He went back to his workplace that day and then went on another business trip. His workplace is also problematic. They don't even say where he went. Isn't that infuriating?"

This woman's name is Yan Qinfang, and she is Li Xia's sister-in-law. In today's terms, Li Xia and Chen Ke are both unemployed. Chen Ke is from out of town and came to this area to serve in the army. His hometown is far away in the Northeast, and his parents are very old and he can't rely on them.

Li Xia was raised by her uncle since childhood. She only has one cousin named Li Gang, who married Li Xia's wife, Yan Qinfang, who works at the same factory, the Third Wool Textile Factory. Now, Li Gang and his wife Yan Qinfang are preparing to go abroad to make money. They can't go abroad by studying English properly, so they plan to smuggle themselves in. But smuggling requires money, and the two of them are waiting for Chen Ke's salary.

As it turned out, Chen Ke wasn't at work at all, and Yan Qinfang was in a hurry for money, so she blocked Li Xia early in the morning.

Li Xia knew that her sister-in-law wasn't concerned about her husband, but was bringing this up for money. She had been troubled recently, and she had given her brother a lot of money over the years, so she didn't want to give her brother and sister-in-law money for smuggling. She was too lazy to say more, so she just said, "Let him be, I don't care. Qin Fang, I'm going to be late for work."

In the early years of China's reform and opening up, there was a surge in people going abroad. Whether it was the Philippines, Japan, or Singapore, as long as they could go abroad, no matter what they did, people felt like they were all rising to great heights.

Li Gang and his wife were in a hurry to leave and were urgently raising money.

Li Xia was raised by Li Gang's parents, and in Li Gang and his wife's view, Li Xia should unconditionally help them. Whenever they asked for money, Li Xia should be there for them. Her cold attitude was unbearable for her sister-in-law.

Yan Qinfang stopped Li Xia and said, "Sister, let me tell you something our parents told me not to tell you: they have a lot of opinions about you. They also said that with your and your brother-in-law's current attitude, once we go abroad, we can forget about taking care of you."

“If they don’t want to take care of me, they don’t have to. I have a job and I can live my own life,” Li Xia said.

This was a soft rebuff; early in the morning, it left Yan Qinfang speechless.

She deliberately glanced at Li Xia from head to toe before saying, "Sister, people should be grateful. You should know how our parents have treated you. Da Gang and I are in trouble now, and if you don't help us, you..."

She glanced at Li Xia's empty belly, curled her lips, stomped her foot and said, "When our parents said they didn't recognize you as their daughter, I always tried to persuade them, but now that you're like this, it's hard for me to persuade them anymore, isn't it?"

After saying that, she glanced at Li Xia's stomach one last time, then turned and went into the workshop before the bell rang.

Li Xia patted her empty belly, trembling all over, and after holding it in for a long time, she managed to utter a single word: "Pah!"

She was about to go into the workshop when the factory's Party Secretary rushed over like a whirlwind: "Comrade Li Xia."

"Reporting to the leader, I'm here!" Li Xia stood at attention.

The secretary, who usually kept his hands behind his back and only glanced at people sideways, grabbed Li Xia's hands and bent over at a 45-degree angle. If Li Xia hadn't stopped him, he would have knelt down. He pulled Li Xia's hands and said, "Hurry, run faster."

"Boss, what happened? Don't scare me!" Li Xia was terrified.

The Party Secretary, however, couldn't stop smiling: "The phone doesn't wait for anyone, it costs more than a dollar per minute, you'd better hurry up."

Upon hearing this, Li Xia became even more frightened: "Is it my husband? He, he..."

Her husband went on a business trip, only vaguely saying that he was going abroad and that the mission was quite dangerous, with the possibility of sacrifice.

The more the Party Secretary pulled her along, the more panicked Li Xia became, fearing that her husband had been killed overseas. She was terrified as the Party Secretary dragged her into the office. But when the factory director greeted her, he smiled and said, "Why didn't you say you had overseas connections sooner?"

The Party Secretary held up the phone: "Quickly answer it, Comrade Li Xia, your relatives overseas are calling!"

These days, Hong Kong has incredibly strong overseas connections.