Ye Qilan indeed knew very little about the Ye family.
Before she was fifteen, she was the eldest daughter of the Ye family. Her family was harmonious and friendly, and the property had been accumulated by her ancestors. By the time of her parents' generation, they were already wealthy and had countless family businesses.
Like many ladies from wealthy families, she was raised in seclusion since childhood and seldom went out to see people. In addition to learning music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs, she also received a modern education.
When she was fifteen, she was sent to live with the Shen family under an assumed name, and her brother was sent abroad by their parents to study.
At that time, she only knew that her parents were doing something very dangerous. She didn't know what it was specifically, but she was sure that her parents were happy.
When she was eighteen, her parents passed away suddenly and her brother came back from abroad. The two siblings met briefly. At that time, she knew that her parents were businessmen on the surface, but they had been providing materials and financial support for the revolutionary cause privately. They contributed to the liberation of the nation in their own way.
With the hatred of his country and family in front of him, his brother said that he wanted to follow in his parents' footsteps. Ye Qilan also wanted to join, but was rejected by his brother.
Ye Wenyan is a year older than his sister and has spoiled her since she was a child. He gently stroked her head with his big hand: "My family sent you to the Shen family because we hope you can be safe and happy."
"But didn't your parents send you abroad because they wanted you to stay out of this?" Ye Qilan retorted with red eyes.
Ye Wenyan gently wiped away the tears on Ye Qilan's face, his voice hoarse but firm: "Be obedient, mom and dad are no longer alive, I can't kill you, as long as you live well, it will be the greatest comfort to mom and dad."
"You don't want us to leave without anyone to burn incense or light candles, do you?" His voice became choked up when he said this.
"But I can't go to you..."
She didn't say this after all, because she saw pleading in her brother's eyes.
In order to ensure Ye Qilan's safety, the brother and sister met only a few times since then, so she naturally knew very little about her brother's affairs.
Ye Qilan came back to her senses from her past memories. "I know that when donating property, a formal donation agreement is usually signed. The Ye family's agreement does not apply to me. My brother and I have been out of touch for many years."
"It stands to reason that the relevant departments would have retained the files, but I reported it and received no response." Ye Qilan's expression was a little subtle when she said this.
Song Huaixi had been in officialdom for a long time, so he was very good at observing people's words and expressions, and he immediately understood what she meant.
He turned his head and looked at the person behind him, his eyes filled with unquestionable majesty: "Get out."
The man was frightened by the sharp cold light in Song Huaixi's eyes. He thought about the repeated instructions from his superiors to record every word of their conversation and never let them be alone.
He gritted his teeth and stammered, "Song 덿任, this seems... against the rules."
"Rules!" Song Huaixi suddenly raised his voice. He took a step forward, and his aura suddenly increased. A sense of oppression came over him. He said in a loud voice, "Are you sure you want to talk to me about the rules?"
As he spoke, Song Huaixi narrowed his eyes slightly, with a stern and resolute look in his eyes, and glanced coldly at the man, as if to warn him that if he dared to stop him, he would definitely pay the price.
The man was frightened by the powerful aura, his body trembled slightly unconsciously, he lowered his head, dared not say another word, quietly left the room, and considerately closed the door.
The man stood guarding the door with his head down and sighed. There were big Buddhas on both sides and he, a small follower, could not afford to offend anyone.
Well, Song Huaixi came out in less than a minute. The man comforted himself that the time was so short and he probably wouldn't be able to say much, so he should be able to get away with it.
Little did he know that at this very minute, the person above him was directly imprisoned.
It was a hot summer day. The scorching sun made the noodles scalding hot and the air was filled with scorching heat.
On the street, a gray-haired old man was half-bending over, holding a worn-out broom tightly in both hands, concentrating on sweeping the wilted leaves and dust on the road.
Several children rushed out from the alley. The skinny kid who was in the lead saw the old man and without saying a word, he rushed over and kicked the leaves that the old man had swept with great effort all over the place.
The leaves scattered everywhere, and the skinny boy showed a smug smile on his face, "Hey! You bad guy, you know how to exploit people, now you will get your retribution! You deserve to sweep the streets every day."
The other children followed suit, swearing at the top of their lungs, and then ran over to kick the other piles of fallen leaves.
The old man seemed to have gotten used to the children's behavior. He looked calm and not angry. He leaned over silently and waved the broom again.
A fist hit the cotton. The skinny boy got a little angry and raised his leg to kick the old man, but was frightened by a sharp look and turned around and ran away.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Tang Xiuwen?" Song Huaixi looked respectful and spoke in a humble and gentle tone.
The daily work of the Economic Committee is to promote the development of Yandu's industrial economy. Song Huaixi has heard of this old Mr. Tang. It is said that he was a powerful figure in the business world in his early years and was a respected figure.
Since the accident, Tang Xiuwen has been deserted by everyone, and what he faces on a daily basis is basically contempt, insults and disgust. This is the first time that someone has addressed him with such a respectful title.
He slowly raised his eyes and saw that the person was of unknown status. He was a little alert and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't know any Tang Xiuwen, you have the wrong person."
Although the old man did not admit his identity, Song Huaixi felt that he had made the right choice.
The old man was wearing a washed-out, patched coarse cloth short-sleeved shirt. Although his eyes showed fatigue from all the hardships he had experienced, he still had the same determination as before.
Such a person who always stands tall even when he is knocked down to the dust is worthy of Song Huaixi's admiration.
Song Huaixi's attitude remained gentle, "Do you know Ye Qilan?"
Tang Xiuwen paused for a moment and continued to shake his head, "I don't know anyone. Ask someone else!"
As he said that, he walked to the other side with the broom and continued sweeping.
"What about Ye Wenyan?"
Tang Xiuwen's calloused hands trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the broom. He stopped and looked at Song Huaixi carefully.
"Who are you?" His voice was no longer weak and became deep.
Song Huaixi glanced around the road, "Isn't this a good place to talk? It's convenient to find a safe place. I don't have any bad intentions in coming here, but I was entrusted by someone."
Seeing that Tang Xiuwen was still skeptical, he lowered his voice and continued, "I came here this time for Ye Wenyan's sister, Ye Qilan. She was fostered in someone else's home when she was fifteen years old. Now her identity has been exposed and she is now in prison."
The Ye family hid their daughter's affairs very well.
At first, Tang Xiuwen didn't know that his good friend Ye Wenyan had a sister. It was because he was really worried before he went abroad, so he told her his sister's life experience in detail and asked her to help him out of their friendship for many years if she came to visit him one day.
Tang Xiuwen's expression relaxed a little, he picked up the broom in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Follow me."
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