After having breakfast, Chen Xihua went to Old Man Qin's house to report for duty.
"Boss Chen is back!" Old Qin said in a sarcastic tone. He stood in front of the desk where Chen Xihua usually practiced calligraphy, writing without looking up.
"Fifth Sister, good luck to you!" Chen Baohua first approached her fifth sister, winked, and whispered. Then, she carefully walked to another desk, quickly spread out the paper, put in the ink, and began to practice calligraphy.
"Teacher, who made you suffer? It's outrageous! I'm going to settle the score with her!" Chen Xihua's eyebrows twitched, and the corners of her mouth twitched as she feigned anger.
"Hehe...you little rascal, Chen Xiaowu, tell me, more than half the year has passed, how many times have you come here?" Old Man Qin was so angry that he laughed. He raised his head and stopped pretending to be profound. He knew that his skin was not as thick as hers.
Chen Xihua smiled and began to calculate seriously. "Let me do the math. Going to high school in Jiang City, you come back once a month. Counting today, that's six times already. That's quite a lot."
“Hey, you practice calligraphy five or six times a year, what kind of effect can that have? There’s only one month left before September when school starts again, tell me…” Old Qin’s already small eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at Chen Xihua.
Chen Baohua also turned her head slightly to look at her fifth sister, pursing her lips and secretly smiling, but dared not make any big moves.
"I've thought it all out. I love calligraphy so much that I'll come here to practice every morning and afternoon for the next month! I'm just afraid of disturbing your rest, teacher."
After Chen Xihua finished speaking, she pursed her lips slightly and looked at Old Man Qin with innocent and clear eyes: I am a good student, very well-behaved.
"Alright, you said it, don't be lazy!" Old Qin suddenly beamed, his mood instantly improving.
Oh dear, how hasty! Chen Xihua secretly regretted it. Every morning and afternoon, isn't that just a whole day?
Old Qin certainly wouldn't let me leave after exactly two hours.
"Could you reduce the price..."
"You must keep your word! Little Six is listening! Are you trying to corrupt your brother?" Old Man Qin immediately interrupted the person who wanted to bargain.
Then, ignoring Chen Xihua, he turned around and gave up his spot, allowing the person who claimed to love calligraphy but had only seen it a few times to practice properly.
Chen Xihua: "..."
Chen Baohua immediately wrote: Practice your calligraphy diligently!
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Jiang City
"Didn't find it? How did you look for it?"
"No, Young Master Huo, you said we can't search in a big way, we have to keep a low profile, so I..." The bodyguard lowered his head.
"What? You went to ask everyone by yourself? Couldn't you ask someone else for help?" Huo Kai was immediately deflated, realizing that getting angry and yelling wouldn't work. But he really wanted to crack open this bodyguard's head and see what was inside.
"You said it's best not to mention Miss Chen's name, because if too many people ask, it might not be good for her reputation..." The bodyguard scratched his head, not thinking there was anything wrong with his method of inquiring about people. It wasn't like he was looking for bad people, so he could use any means necessary.
"...My fault? Fine, no need to look anymore. We'll go back to Beijing tomorrow. I've already asked Manager Hong, who's staying here, to help look. We'll find out when school starts in September, at Jiangshi Middle School."
Huo Kai also realized that he had acted impulsively. If Chen Xiaowu wanted him to repay him, he would come looking for him. He had mentioned that Chen Xiaowu was from the Huo family in Beijing.
...
A special forces unit
"Good lad, your company is doing quite well!"
Real estate, hotels, entertainment venues, and the recently emerging internet technology.
"However, you've invested in domestic infrastructure projects, including various water conservancy and road projects, and many remote mountain villages have participated. Why have you deliberately left out the remote southwest?" Han Zhanlei asked, holding the phone in one hand and scribbling notes on paper with the other.
"Yes!" came the deep, powerful male voice on the phone.
"Aren't you afraid that the person behind the scenes will actually recognize your identity?" Han Zhanlei put down his pen, rubbed his temples, and thought to himself that the person behind the Black Eagle Gang was not to be underestimated.
"So what if they're sure? How do they know we don't have a second or third Falcon?"
"Truth or falsehood, our goal is not to hide our identities, but to find that person." The answer on the phone was confident and firm.
"That's true, you've got a knack for it. We agreed before that you could investigate however you wanted." Han Zhanlei thought about it and agreed that he should trust him, after all, this kid was the grandson of his old boss.
"The report states that the person behind the scenes has at least two trusted confidants who manage the Black Hawk Gang."
But I have a feeling there's a third person. This person might not be directly involved in Black Hawk Down's affairs, but they've been helping to pass on information. They're right next to us, or more accurately, they have access to some of our information." The person on the phone sounded a little heavy, and didn't draw a direct conclusion.
After all, there was no evidence, and he trusted his own people; it was probably leaked through other channels or methods.
"You mean?" Han Zhanlei straightened his back even more, his expression suddenly becoming serious.
The initial release of information about the Falcon was intended to gauge reactions from all sides, and it was generally confirmed that there were no major issues. Therefore, it's possible the information was unintentional, or that someone was misled by someone close to them.
"I'll have someone investigate this matter. You can continue investigating at your own pace."
"receive!"
...
At five o'clock in the afternoon, after leaving Old Man Qin's house, Chen Xihua rubbed her right wrist, sat sideways on the back of the bicycle, and leaned lazily against Chen Xiaoliu's back. She felt a little hopeless.
Old Qin was acting inappropriately, pacing back and forth with a ruler in his hand.
After five or six hours a day, even though she would rest and move around every half hour, she was still exhausted, even more so than when she traveled on a business trip in a large truck.
Just now, it was only after she said that she had earned enough money to buy a courtyard house and could move to Beijing soon that Old Man Qin let her go home.
Suddenly my phone buzzed in my pocket; I had just put it on vibrate.
"Hey, Boss Lei!" Chen Xihua calmly took out her phone, opened the flip phone, and answered the call in a lazy voice.
"Boss Xiao Wu, listening to you was definitely the right thing to do. It was the right decision not to sell the land. The Huo family has established a branch in Jiang City, and the Sun and Zhong families haven't caused us any trouble!"
Boss Lei's voice was very excited, "By the way, Lei Ting Hao Xuan will basically be completed next month, and we plan to start selling the houses in October. Boss Xiao Wu, do you have any suggestions or arrangements?"
“Boss Lei, just follow your plan, but please reserve two apartments for me, one 200 square meters and the other the smallest one, both on the 20th floor.” Chen Xihua remembered that the three-bedroom apartment Chen Lao Er bought back then was 80 or 90 square meters, and the space was a bit small.
We'll keep a big house so that when all six siblings grow up and return to Gaoyang County, they'll have a place to stay if they want to get together.
Chen Xihua kept that small apartment for herself, as it was convenient for commuting to and from work.
Commuting to and from work, oh right, I'll need to buy a house in Yun City, the provincial capital. "Boss Lei, do you have any houses for sale in the provincial capital?"
"Okay, I'll reserve the 20th floor of Building A for you."
In Yun City, how big of a house is Mr. Xiao Wu looking to buy? "I have a property development with a friend, not far from the center of Yun City, called Cuishanyuan." Mr. Lei also plans to keep a few properties himself, including some in Yun City.
"Let's make it a bit bigger, around 200 square meters, but I'll give you the money later. Or we can deduct it from your account at Leiting Haoxuan." Chen Xihua was a little embarrassed to say it, as she had been spending money like water lately.
"No problem, easy to arrange."
After Chen Xihua and Chen Baohua hung up the phone, Chen Baohua, who had been listening intently, was overjoyed. "Fifth Sister, are we going to have a big house to live in? I won't have to sleep in the living room anymore!"
"Isn't it better to sleep in the living room?" Chen Xihua asked, amused.
Chen Lao Er is the same; he hasn't told anyone else that his family bought a house in the northern part of the county. He said he'll wait until Uncle Chen's family pays back the remaining four thousand yuan before telling anyone.
"It's not that it's bad, but I'd like to have my own room." Chen Baohua felt that sleeping in the living room meant he couldn't have any secrets, especially since he was about to start junior high school.
However, living in the family quarters, where the whole family can squeeze in, is quite nice.
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