Lin Yi went to Hong Kong in July and reported to the University of Hong Kong in March of the following year. His whereabouts during these eight months have always been shrouded in mystery in his resume.

Later, some media dug deep into Jiang Bieming's history of fame in the Hong Kong entertainment industry, and all the records began from March 1981 when he first entered the University of Hong Kong.

Only in the history of the development of China's military industry is there a brief record that between August 1980 and February 1981, a patriotic businessman code-named LY donated a large number of advanced foreign machine tools and patented technologies to the country free of charge.

According to unofficial historical records, LY was alone at the time, breaking through the numerous technological blockades of other countries and returning home with a large amount of supplies.

Some people also say that this is not a task that can be accomplished by one person alone, and LY should be a patriotic organization composed of overseas Chinese volunteers. The personnel in this organization have a clear division of labor, including investors, technical experts, agents, freight company owners, etc.

This is the only way to explain how those huge machine tools and equipment appeared out of thin air on our land.

According to expert analysis in later generations, LY's various righteous deeds accelerated my country's industrial progress by at least twenty years.

Lin Yi kept his achievements and fame hidden, and all his efforts and contributions to interfere with the course of history were only to add a talisman to his daughter's identity in the future.

The two military bosses who had been assisting him in his work finally left, and the eight-month losing business finally came to an end.

He finally started the class.

The graduate courses at the University of Hong Kong are extremely complicated, but for Lin Yi, it is still a simple task that does not require wasting too much time. He expects to graduate early within 8 to 10 months.

It has been eight months since I last saw my family, and the promise I made to go home during the winter and summer vacations has been repeatedly delayed for some reason.

Judging from the current situation, we can only reunite during the summer vacation, by which time my daughter will be in kindergarten.

It was a warm and humid March in Hong Kong. All the modern ladies Lin Yi saw were exquisitely made-up. In his memory, there was also a woman: she had a slender figure, a cool expression, long, fluffy hair, and a faint smile always on the corners of her fiery red lips...

"Beep---beep--" A convertible sports car suddenly stopped in front of him, interrupting Lin Yi's thoughts. It was Mike, the rich second-generation classmate who lived a luxurious lifestyle.

"Jiang, do you have any plans for the weekend? I have a few extra tickets for a show by a magician from England. Do you want to take your girlfriend to see it?"

"Thank you for your invitation, but I have to go pick out some gifts for my family this weekend." Lin Yi declined with a smile.

"Okay, Jiang, if you change your mind, feel free to contact me. I can introduce you to some pretty girls." Mike laughed and left with his girlfriend in his arms.

Lin Yi shook his head and laughed, watching the arrogant young master leave.

Just half a month after the start of school, he discovered that there were many potential customers for their Space-Time Administration in Hong Kong. If he was transferred to the Customer Development Department in the future, he could focus on this area.

The next day, he packed a doll and a lipstick and sent them to Jiangzhou along with a letter from home via an international freight company. His family must have been very worried after not having contacted him for 8 months.

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May 1981, Jiangzhou City, Jiang Family Compound.

The postman came knocking on the door on his bicycle: "Qiu Sanmei, Qiu Sanmei, are you home? There's an international package for you, come out and sign for it."

After a while, no one came to open the door, so the postman went to knock on the door next door. The old lady next door opened the door a crack and asked, "What are you doing? Who are you looking for? Are you looking for someone from that house?" The old lady pointed to the next door.

The postman nodded and said, "I've been here three days in a row. When is the best time for people to come here?"

The neighbor lady waved her large palm-leaf fan and said, "It's hard to say, hard to say."

Postman: "Auntie, don't keep us in suspense. Do you know anything about this family's situation? If no one comes to sign for it, the package will be returned." It took more than a month for the international package to be delivered, and the courier was worried about the family.

The old lady said slowly, "I heard, I heard, the young wife of this family was pushed down the stairs at school. Now, her whole family is at the hospital. I heard that she has been unconscious. I'm afraid, I'm afraid, she's in great danger."

The postman frowned and said, "Their family can't stay in the hospital all the time. They have to go home. Auntie, if you see them in the next two days, ask them to pick up the package from the post office on the corner."

The old lady looked at the postman and said, "No problem, no problem." Then she closed the door with a bang.

The postman was confused. Did the old lady agree or not?

He still had a lot of letters to deliver and couldn't afford to delay, so he wrote a pick-up notice, stuffed it through the crack of the Jiang family's door, and then rode his bike to deliver it to the next house.

In the hospital, Qiu Ye was holding his granddaughter with a worried look on his face. Wang Pandi's eyes were red and swollen, and her hair was disheveled. It was obvious that both of them had not had a good rest for several days.

Qiu Sanmei lying on the hospital bed had her eyes closed, her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and a white bandage was wrapped around her head. Bright red blood could be seen through the bandage. A large piece of hair around the bandage had been shaved off, and the wound looked horrifying.

The nurse is changing her IV bottle.

Wang Pandi couldn't hide her anxiety and asked the nurse cautiously, "Doctor, my daughter should be able to wake up today, right?"

The young nurse looked at the patient's family with some sympathy, but as a nurse, she couldn't say when the patient would wake up.

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