The two of them walked through the alley, turned seven times and came to an edge of the area far away from the residential area. What came into view was a house built with wooden boards.
The house looked very simple at first glance, with uneven edges of wooden boards and an old look everywhere.
The door was ajar and made a creaking sound when it was pushed open.
This should be Mr. Tang's residence. Song Huaixi took a glance and saw the entire space at a glance. The space was small and the furnishings were simple. The furniture inside looked like it was pieced together from here and there.
Fortunately, the whole house is kept extremely clean and tidy, and every detail shows the owner's dedication to life.
Song Huaixi sighed a little. Based on his observations, Mr. Tang shouldn't have ended up like this. "You live here alone, where are your family members?"
Mr. Tang's eyes dimmed for a moment, then disappeared. "How do you want me to help Ye Qilan?"
Song Huaixi saw that he didn't want to mention his family, so he didn't continue to ask, but instead pointed out the problems Ye Qilan was facing one by one.
Ye Qilan told him that her brother once told her that if she encountered any difficult problems, she should go directly to Tang Xiuwen. However, she had never contacted him for all these years, not knowing that Tang Xiuwen was now in a difficult situation and could hardly save himself.
At this moment, Song Huaixi felt unsure and powerless.
Mr. Tang was silent for a long time, and no one knew what he was thinking.
When Song Huaixi's heart hit the bottom, Mr. Tang suddenly stood up, walked to the corner, stopped, turned his head and said in an imperative tone: "Come here and move the things away."
Song Huaixi: “…”
Except for the elders in the family, few people dare to speak to him in such a tone now.
Song Huaixi touched his nose and stood up somewhat awkwardly. Against the wall was a brownish earthenware water jar.
Such water tanks are generally used to store water in households. They are rough, simple and heavy in texture.
The jar was filled with more than half a jar of water, and it was very difficult to lift it. By the time Song Huaixi moved the jar out, the veins on his neck were bulging.
Fortunately, Mr. Song has the habit of supervising his son's exercise, otherwise Song Huaixi would have been embarrassed this time.
Song Huaixi was panting heavily on the side. Old Man Tang took out a small shovel from somewhere and started digging the soil in the empty space of the water tank.
"You take a rest over there, I'll do it." Song Huaixi felt embarrassed to rest alone and let Grandpa Tang dig the soil, so he volunteered.
Mr. Tang glanced at him and handed the shovel to him without any hesitation.
It has been placed in a water tank all year round, and the ground is a little moist, so it saves a lot of effort to dig.
After a long time, Song Huaixi finally dug out a wooden box. He gently brushed off the dirt on it. The box should have been coated with moisture-proof material. It was well preserved and showed no signs of decay.
He moved the box aside. It was quite heavy and made a crisp "ding-dong" sound when it landed on the ground.
Mr. Tang sat on a wooden bench not far away, staring at Song Huaixi with a scrutinizing look in his eyes, "Aren't you curious about what's inside?"
Song Huaixi said frankly: "I am curious, but curiosity kills the cat. Don't look at anything inappropriate."
Mr. Tang nodded slightly, and the scrutiny in his eyes turned into appreciation. "Open the box, there is something you want inside."
The moment the box was opened, Song Huaixi was blinded by the dazzling light reflected by the gold, silver and jewelry inside, which made him squint.
As the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. When he dug out the box, he guessed that there were valuable things inside. In such a chaotic time, Mr. Tang was able to stand firm in the business world. Song Huaixi didn't believe that he would not leave a way out for himself.
Sure enough, old ginger is still spicy.
Not counting the jewels, just these golden little yellow croakers, Song Huaixi dared to say that there were few people in the entire Yandu City who were richer than Grandpa Tang.
In just a few seconds, the shock in Song Huaixi's eyes faded away, replaced by calmness. Mr. Tang said that what he wanted was inside, so he quickly began to search in the box.
He turned the box upside down, but found nothing in it except gold, silver and jewelry. There was nothing he wanted.
"There's none of this either!" Song Huaixi was puzzled.
Old Master Tang stood up from the stool, bent down and turned the wooden stool over. He pressed a certain place and found a secret compartment inside, with a brown paper envelope hidden inside.
This operation stunned Song Huaixi. When he saw the stool when he entered the room, he just thought that it was something that Mr. Tang assembled by himself from scraps of wood. It looked strange, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
Little did they know that there was a hidden secret inside.
Song Huaixi came back to his senses and took the manila envelope from Grandpa Tang. After opening it, there was a stack of documents inside. He quickly flipped through them and his eyes stopped at the signature. The doubts in his mind were instantly cleared up.
"Grandpa, you've been a great help!" Song Huaixi showed a relieved smile on his face.
Mr. Tang's reaction was very calm, without any great joy or sorrow, and he ordered: "Go and bury the box back to me intact."
Song Huaixi's smile froze. He was used to the old man ordering him around, so he resigned himself to closing the box, moving it back into the pit, and filling it with soil, all in one smooth motion.
After restoring everything to its original state, Song Huaixi was a little puzzled and asked, "You still buried the things here, aren't you afraid that I will be tempted by the money and kill you to silence you?"
"I know who you are." Mr. Tang replied inexplicably, and then he took a sip from the flawed enamel pot. It was obviously just ordinary boiled water, but he felt like he was drinking tea from a precious white porcelain pot.
Hearing this, Song Huaixi's face froze and he felt a chill on his back.
Yes! Everything happened so naturally that Mr. Tang never asked who he was. He thought he was the one controlling the rhythm, but he didn't know that he was the passive one.
From Mr. Tang's cautious refusal at the beginning, to ordering me to do this and that, even this box of gold, silver and jewelry, all of this was his way of testing me.
If he really became greedy, in order to save his life, Mr. Tang would most likely give up the box of jewels.
A cunning rabbit has three burrows. Maybe Mr. Tang has a lot of boxes like this one, and he doesn't care about this little money at all.
Mr. Tang gently put the enamel pot back on the table, slowly covered the cup lid, and said gently: "Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm. In this world, even fathers and sons are unreliable, let alone strangers. I always have to test them to feel at ease."
Mr. Tang is also a celebrity, so Song Huaixi didn't have to work hard to find him and easily found his file.
The archives record that her wife died in the war and she has a son and a daughter, both of whom have respectable jobs.
Now he was squeezed into this shabby wooden house alone. His daughter must have cut ties with him long ago. Maybe it was his own child who reported him personally. After all, this kind of situation is not uncommon.
Mr. Tang did not see pity in Song Huaixi's eyes, but a little more admiration in his eyes, "I can give you the things, but you have to agree to one condition of mine."
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