Chapter 227 Aiming at Hong Kong Island
The departure date is set for three days from now.
The weather in Beijing has been exceptionally good these past few days, with clear skies and crisp autumn air.
Su Wantang, however, did not step out of Courtyard No. 1. She locked herself in her study, with a huge map of Hong Kong Island spread out in front of her, covered with various markings in red and blue pens.
The Huo family's businesses on Hong Kong Island, the known "Eagle's Nest" stronghold, the time-honored shops mentioned in the belongings of the mother, Bai Xiuzhu, and the old-fashioned family surnames that Meng Wan mentioned might recognize the Dong family's keepsakes...
An invisible net is slowly taking shape under her pen.
This is the scene that Lu Jingyan saw when he pushed open the door.
She was wearing loose loungewear, her long hair casually tied back with a chopstick, a few playful strands falling down her fair neck. She was slumped over the table, engrossed in studying a map, unaware that he was approaching.
"What are you thinking about?" His deep voice sounded above her head.
Su Wantang was startled. She looked up and rubbed her sore eyes. "Why do you walk so quietly?"
Lu Jingyan didn't answer, but instead placed a newly received telegram on the map in front of her. "It was sent by Elder Chen."
Su Wantang picked it up and saw that the telegram was very simple, containing only one sentence: The new deputy minister of the Ministry of Personnel is surnamed Qian, and he was an educated youth from Xishan Farm twenty years ago.
She understood immediately.
Vice Minister Qian was a student of Elder Chen.
This was Old Chen telling her that he had arranged everything for her in Beijing, and that she could go to Hong Kong Island without worrying about trouble at home or being taken advantage of by unscrupulous people.
A warm current flowed through my heart. These older generation revolutionaries did not make promises lightly, but when they did, their actions were swift and decisive, hitting the nail on the head.
"Please thank Elder Chen for me." Su Wantang carefully put away the telegram, her tone solemn.
"Thanks already." Lu Jingyan's gaze fell on the "Sacred Heart Clinic" that she had highlighted with a red circle on the map, his eyes darkening. "Is everything ready?"
"That's about it." Su Wantang stood up, stretched, and revealed her perfect curves.
...
Three days later, at Beijing Railway Station.
The platform was crowded with people, including travelers from all directions and people seeing off passengers.
Aunt Wang, carrying a huge food box, was still babbling as she stuffed things into Su Wantang's hands: "Miss, this is meat sauce I made for you, eat it with steamed buns on the way. And this is your favorite snack... Hong Kong Island is very humid, remember to drink plenty of hot water and don't eat anything cold..."
Su Wantang was both amused and exasperated, and could only agree to each statement, "I understand, don't worry."
On the other side, Gao Jianjun and several comrades were surrounding Lu Jingyan, each of them pounding his chest.
"You're something else, Lao Lu. You took a vacation without saying a word and even took your wife to Hong Kong to visit relatives. You're so lucky!"
"Exactly! Sister-in-law, you'd better keep an eye on our boss. With that face, he's bound to attract a lot of attention in that glamorous world of Hong Kong!" a young soldier joked, winking.
Upon hearing this, Su Wantang glanced at Lu Jingyan, whose tall and imposing figure was still evident even in casual clothes, and deliberately put on a stern face: "He wouldn't dare?"
Lu Jingyan immediately responded, taking her hand and looking at her with earnest eyes: "I wouldn't dare."
The soldiers immediately started jeering and burst into laughter.
Amid the noise, Su Wantang's gaze passed over the crowd and landed on two women standing quietly not far away.
Qin Zheng stood in front of them; the two women were none other than January and February, two of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling.
In January, she wore a smart suit skirt, had short hair, and a cold and aloof expression, but her figure was astonishingly good. The suit jacket was stretched taut, but her waist was incredibly slender. In February, she wore a modified cheongsam, with long hair cascading down her shoulders and gentle eyes and brows, but the long, slender legs that were faintly visible under the slit of the cheongsam were equally alluring.
They are Bai Shu's secretaries, and also Bai Shu's knives.
"Waaah—"
The train's long whistle interrupted the sorrowful farewells on the platform.
"Get on the bus," Lu Jingyan reminded him.
Su Wantang gave Wang Ma a final hug, waved to Gao Jianjun and the others, then turned and, with Lu Jingyan's protection, boarded the train bound for the south.
Qin Zheng, along with January and February, followed closely behind, carrying their luggage.
The moment the car door closed, the gentle smile on Su Wantang's face slowly faded, and her eyes regained Bai Shu's unique coldness and sharpness.
She is no longer Su Wantang, the daughter-in-law of the Lu family, but "Miss Dong," who is about to be parachuted into Hong Kong.
...
Meanwhile, in Shanghai, thousands of miles away.
On the Huangpu River, an ocean-going cargo ship about to depart received an encrypted telegram from Beijing.
In the captain's office, Wang Kun looked at the translated telegram, his expression becoming extremely serious.
The telegram contained only eight characters: "Route changed, destination: Hong Kong Island."
He opened the drawer and took out a document stamped with the red seal of "Tangdi Group" from the bottom. Inside the document was another list of goods.
The items on the list were not ordinary textiles or daily necessities, but a batch of precision instruments and equipment components.
These are all the most cutting-edge products from "Haitang Technology".
Wang Kun walked to the porthole, looked at the bustling scene on the dock, and muttered to himself, "This young lady is... about to stir up a huge wave in Hong Kong."
...
The green train clattered along, carrying people to distant places.
Inside the soft sleeper compartment, the noise from the outside world was completely shut out.
In January and February, they had tidied up the private room and served hot tea. Then, together with Qin Zheng, they stood guard in the next private room.
Su Wantang leaned against the window, watching the fields and villages rushing past outside, while reading a document about Hong Kong's economy.
Lu Jingyan sat opposite her, slowly and meticulously peeling an apple with a small military knife. He peeled it very carefully, the long apple peel forming a continuous strip without breaking at all.
"Stop looking, take a break." He cut the peeled apple into small pieces, picked one up with a toothpick, and held it to her lips.
Su Wantang opened her mouth and ate it; the sweet juice burst in her mouth.
She put down her book, looked at him, and said, "Why are you just like my mother, always telling me to rest?"
"I'm afraid you'll overwork yourself." Lu Jingyan handed her another piece. "Where will I find such a capable wife then?"
His tone was serious, but the content of his words made Su Wantang's cheeks flush.
This man is getting more and more skilled at sweet talk.
She took the toothpick from his hand, stuck it in her mouth, and ate it herself, deliberately changing the subject: "You went to Hong Kong this time under the guise of a vacation to visit relatives. Won't the military cause you any trouble?"
"It's alright." Lu Jingyan put away his military knife. "The old man has made all the arrangements. On the surface, I'm accompanying you to Hong Kong Island to visit your 'long-lost relatives'."
Su Wantang chuckled, "Miss Dong... I can't believe you came up with that."
“It wasn’t my idea, it was you.” Lu Jingyan looked at her, a hint of a smile in his dark eyes. “I’m just a bodyguard responsible for carrying your bag.”
The atmosphere in the private room became relaxed and warm because of these few jokes.
The train swayed rhythmically, like a cradle.
Su Wantang yawned; she was indeed quite tired these past few days. She took off her shoes, curled up in the corner of the bed, hugged a pillow, and prepared to take a nap.
Lu Jingyan got up, took a thin blanket, and gently covered her with it.
She groggily opened her eyes, looked at his handsome face so close to hers, and asked almost unconsciously, "Lu Jingyan, do you think those old-fashioned families in Hong Kong will believe me, a 'descendant of the Dong family' who suddenly appeared out of nowhere?"
Lu Jingyan tucked the blanket around her, his fingers brushing against her cheek unintentionally.
He leaned down, brought his voice close to her ear, and spoke in a deep, magnetic voice, with an undeniable certainty.
Believe it or not, it doesn't matter.
“The money in your hands, the technology in your mind, and…” His gaze fell on the unique jade brooch on her chest, “and I, standing behind you. These are enough to make them mistake the fake for the real.”
The warm breath on her ear made Su Wantang feel weak all over, and her heart skipped a beat.
She closed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.
Yes, the truth or falsehood is always determined by strength.
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