Chapter 318 That Man

Ni Hong stepped back and bumped into the wall.

Ali hesitated, "Boss, is it too much to lock him up in a dungeon? Mr. Ni has helped you run your business, and even though he may not have any credit for it, he has worked hard..."

Liang Chihui stared at him, which made Ali feel terrified and he kept silent.

"If she hadn't provoked He Sang, no matter who she provoked, no matter how big a disaster she caused, I would have spared her."

Ali nodded, "Yes."

"Send to the dungeon."

Ni Hong's eyes were empty as she staggered out of the office.

Liang Chihui sat back in his office chair, stroking his cell phone thoughtfully, and dialed the number of the old house. After a while, Sister Fang answered.

"Is He Sang awake?"

"I woke up feeling dizzy, drank a bowl of porridge, and fell asleep again."

Sister Fang said this because Liang Jing taught her.

"What kind of porridge did you drink?"

Sister Fang was confused.

She hadn't expected such a detailed and abrupt question, nor had Liang Jing anticipated it either. She subconsciously replied, "Sea cucumber and millet porridge, which is good for the stomach."

"He Sang drank a bowl?"

"yes..."

Liang Chihui laughed, "Doesn't she not eat sea cucumbers?"

Sister Fang was stunned.

He stared at the second hand of his watch, which went around once, twice.

"Oh, I remembered it wrong." Liang Chihui suddenly changed his words, "He Sang is allergic to shrimp, but sea cucumbers are fine."

Sister Fang on the other end of the phone was clearly breathing heavily. "I will definitely take good care of Miss He, so you can rest assured."

"Thank you."

Liang Chihui hung up the phone, his face expressionless and calm like a lake.

......

At ten o'clock, the car entered the Changling County Highway.

Before Lao Yang had even stopped the car, He Sang couldn't wait to jump out.

Changling County is more remote than Wanxi County, and Lijia Village is even more remote. It is located on the border and is surrounded by mountains on three sides. In addition, there was no rain this spring and the land was dry. The village only has a small stream at the entrance to drain water and irrigate the fields. Men, women, and children holding water pipes are standing on the stone bridge.

Bodyguard Xiao Liu escorted He Sang across the bridge, separating her from the villagers, and headed straight south.

Liang Jing contacted the village head in advance. The village committee of Lijia Village was in the south, opposite a two-story guesthouse with thirteen guest rooms, each with four single beds, a unified canteen and a small shop.

When the village chief learned that Secretary Liang's sister-in-law was visiting, he went to the village in person to supervise the cleaning and decoration. He specially bought a bunch of lilies and a bunch of daisies to decorate the room, removed three beds, and moved in a set of wooden tables and chairs, so that the conditions were barely decent.

When He Sang arrived at the guesthouse, he found a group of people waiting at the door. The leading man was a man in his twenties wearing glasses, a brand new grey suit, black leather shoes, and looked very energetic.

"The village chief went to a meeting in the township and asked me to greet you. I'm a clerk in Lijia Village, my last name is Gu, and I was assigned by the township to be in charge of broadcasting propaganda and writing bulletin boards."

He Sang smiled and shook hands. "No wonder you look so bookish. You're actually a cultured person."

"What kind of intellectuals are you talking about?" Xiao Gu said shyly, "The real intellectual is Liang Mi, who has brought glory to the country."

"Everyone has his own contribution." He Sang followed him into the guesthouse.

In the yard, a group of aunts were feeding pigs and washing vegetables. The little piglets were cooing. One of them jumped over He Sang's trouser leg. The pig's hair was prickly, and she shuddered.

"Go! Go back to the pigpen!" Xiao Gu stomped his feet.

"Master Clerk, is she a distinguished guest of the village?" The group of aunts looked at He Sang with a smile.

"Keep it a secret!" Xiao Gu warned them, "Don't leak it to anyone, especially the villagers."

"Oh, I know!" They chatted with their heads touching. "That man came yesterday. He lives in 201. He's wearing a blue tracksuit and 69-yuan old Beijing cloth shoes. He was pretending to be poor, but I could tell he was rich. He's definitely not an ordinary person. He has an air of wealth in his bones."

"How handsome! Old Man Li's daughter was so greedy that she killed an old hen and stewed seven or eight free-range eggs. At two o'clock in the afternoon, she squatted at the bridge head to block the man in the sun."

"How old are you?"

"Early 30s... not yet 40."

He Sang chuckled.

Liang Jishen was only thirty-three years old. If he were present, he would definitely be angry when he heard the sentence "not yet forty".

He doesn't actually look old, but his facial features are heroic, not creamy, and his voice is a pure northern accent, not gentle enough. When I first met him, I felt that he was a tough guy, a mature man.

There are often age errors.

When He Sang first met Liang Chihui, who was thirty-five years old, he thought he was the same age as Liang Jishen. He had fair skin, a gentle complexion, and was a calm and gentlemanly man, the kind of cream boy who was popular among the opposite sex.

"Did that man pay attention to Arya?"

"Why would you bother with me?" Auntie laughed. "How could such a handsome man like Golden Phoenix be interested in a girl from Li Village?"

"Stop gossiping!" Xiao Gu scolded and took He Sang upstairs.

Passing by Room 201, the door was not closed tightly. The white and green checkered bed sheets were neatly made, and there were towels on the pillows. The curtains were hung in the air with a loop, and the sunlight shone in, making it warm.

There is a sunflower at the head of the bed, tender yellow and lush. The roots are wrapped in paper towels and covered with a layer of wet soil to keep them fresh.

It is hard for outsiders to imagine that this is the room of a man living alone. It is neat, clean and warm.

He Sang entered the house and opened the lid of his lunch box. He only ate a little more than half of the greasy fried noodles and a fried egg, which was not to his liking.

"He's gone out?"

"North of the village." Xiao Gu pointed to the window. "I asked Xiao Liang what he was investigating, but he didn't tell me."

"Xiao Liang?" He Sang was stunned. "Do you know who he is?"

"He told me he was the driver of the former chairman of the Liang Group. He was an orphan, and the former chairman adopted him and changed his surname to Liang."

He Sang suppressed a laugh, "Orphan..."

Xiao Gu was also surprised, "You don't know him at the Liang family?"

"I know him. He's a good driver."

Liang Ji was worried that there were spies in Lijia Village. Most of the villagers were former workers of Guanghe Group. They made a lot of dirty money and would not easily tell the truth. He used the sign of "Liang Yanzhang"'s driver to get along well with the villagers. When Tong's wife heard that he was the driver of her husband's old employer, she probably would not be on guard against him. Even if she suspected his identity, Liang Chihui was cautious and had completely cut off contact with the Tong brothers. Tong's wife had no way to verify it.

Liang Jishen has been an undercover scout for eleven years, and his actions are basically foolproof.