Chapter 111 She Needs the Mo Family's Influence
Kang Yong sat on a cement block in front of the tomb with his back to her, head down, shoulders trembling slightly, as if he were murmuring to the tombstone. He was too far away to hear clearly.
Jiang Ling tiptoed and slowly approached.
When they were only a few steps apart, Kang Yong seemed to realize something, abruptly stopped speaking, hurriedly wiped his face with his sleeve, and then turned around.
Upon seeing that it was Jiang Ling, a hint of panic and embarrassment flashed across his face.
"Jiang Ling? What brings you here?" His voice was a little hoarse.
Jiang Ling's gaze swept calmly over him, her tone even and undisturbed, "Uncle Kang, you've come to see my father too. I thought your relationship with him had long since faded, but I didn't expect you to be crying at his grave?"
Kang Yong avoided her gaze, looking at the photo with a gentle smile on the tombstone. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice grew increasingly hoarse.
"How could a relationship of decades fade away so easily..."
Jiang Ling walked to the other side of the tombstone, looked at her father's photo, and spoke in a calm tone.
"Yes, I also believe that decades of feelings don't just fade away; at the very least, they accumulate countless disappointments and anger."
Kang Yong's face turned deathly pale instantly, as if a sore spot had been hit.
He suddenly stood up, brushed the dust off his pants, and avoided eye contact.
"Jiang Ling, you're still young, how would you know about things that happen decades ago? It's getting late, I... I should go back and cook."
"Uncle Kang." Jiang Ling suddenly called out to him as he turned around.
Kang Yong paused, his back to her, his body stiff.
"Uncle Kang, it's really not easy for you to support your family. Your child is about to go to university, which is the most expensive time, right? What are your plans after that, Uncle Kang? Do you still want to find a job? I have a classmate named Wang Jingjing, and I heard that her family is hiring, and the pay seems pretty good. Would you like me to introduce you to her?"
Kang Yong's back suddenly trembled. "...No need, let's wait a bit longer."
Jiang Ling nodded thoughtfully, "It seems Uncle Kang isn't short of money lately."
Several seconds passed before a reply came. "I'm just... still not over what happened to your father."
Jiang Ling didn't say anything more.
She stood there quietly until Kang Yong walked away.
She took a clean tissue from her pocket, squatted down, and carefully wiped the dust off her father's tombstone.
Silence spread through the cemetery, with only the sound of the wind blowing.
She sat quietly for a while. Then she suddenly spoke to the tombstone.
"Dad, do you think decades of friendship are important? They seem quite important, but why are they worthless in the face of money?"
As the neon lights come on at night, the city becomes more bustling during rush hour.
Jiang Ling stood by the window, watching the bustling traffic on the street. She took a deep breath, took out her phone, found Mo Chen's number, and dialed it.
The call was answered quickly, and Mo Chen's low voice came through: "Miss Jiang?"
Jiang Ling tried to keep her voice steady, "Young Master Mo, excuse me. There's something I'd like to ask you for a favor. I wonder if it's convenient for you?"
"Speaking."
"It might be inconvenient to discuss this over the phone. If Mr. Mo is free now, could we meet somewhere nearby to talk?"
Mo Chen didn't ask any further questions and readily agreed: "Sure. Do you have any quiet cafes nearby? Send me the location, I'll be there in half an hour."
Half an hour later, in a quiet corner of a coffee shop, Jiang Ling and Mo Chen sat facing each other.
Soft light shines on the dark tabletop.
Jiang Ling didn't exchange many pleasantries. She took out two small storage devices from her backpack and carefully pushed them in front of Mo Chen.
"Young Master Mo, I would like to ask you for help with these two things."
She pointed to one of them, "This is the memory card from the dashcam I took from the company car. After the explosion, I discovered that some of the recordings from July 14th and the days before had been deliberately deleted, and I want to recover them as much as possible."
She then pointed to another USB drive that showed obvious signs of burning and deformation. "This is a fragment of storage that survived from the fireworks factory's monitoring host. After the explosion and fire, almost everything was destroyed. This is what I managed to find and preserve with great difficulty. I want to try to recover the surveillance footage of the key areas before and after the explosion, even if it's just a few seconds of footage."
Mo Chen picked up the two items and examined them carefully. "The dashcam isn't a big problem; the technology is very advanced now, and even if it's deleted, the content can be recovered. It's just this..."
He picked up the USB drive. "The burn marks are very heavy, and the chip may even be damaged. To be honest, it's extremely difficult to repair."
Jiang Ling smiled helplessly: "Actually, I've asked other people, and they all said it would be very difficult, almost impossible, so I thought of asking Young Master Mo. No matter how much it costs, I'm willing to try."
She believed that with the Mo family's connections, they would definitely be able to find even more top-notch technicians.
Mo Chen looked into her eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and carefully put the two items away: "I do know a few top experts, let them take a look first. I'll take the items first, let them try their best, but I can't guarantee the result."
"Thank you, Young Master Mo." Jiang Ling breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely thanked him.
Immediately afterwards, she used her phone to send a video file to Mo Chen's WeChat.
"Also, there's something else I'd like to trouble you with. Does Mr. Mo know anyone who can translate lips? I need to translate what this person in the video is saying."
The video was taken this afternoon using Lao Chen's binoculars, showing Wang Jingjing making a phone call.
Mo Chen opened the video and glanced at it briefly. The scene was a bit far away, but the faces and lip movements were still relatively clear.
"That's easy, I'll get it done for you in a bit."
"Thank you, Young Master Mo!" Jiang Ling said again.
Mo Chen simply picked up his coffee, took a sip, and said calmly, "No need to be polite. I will do my best to fulfill Grandpa's instructions. I will let you know as soon as I have any news."
The two exchanged a few more words before parting ways.
Jiang Ling sought out Mo Chen not only for his help, but also for the power behind him.
She's fighting alone now, and if she doesn't build up some connections, she simply can't compete with those people.
After taking care of all that, Jiang Ling went to the hospital.
She still had a wound on her arm, and to avoid getting tetanus, she made an appointment and saw the doctor again.
The nurse asked her how she got injured.
Jiang Ling only said that she was cut by something with a knife inside the cabinet when she was moving it.
The doctor asked if the knife was rusty.
Jiang Ling dared not make a definitive statement.
In the end, I still had to get a tetanus shot.
The nurse re-bandaged and changed her dressing. Because the incision was a bit deep, she also prescribed some anti-inflammatory medication.
I told her not to get her wet for the next couple of days and to get plenty of rest.
Jiang Ling returned to the general store after finishing all that, and it was already past ten o'clock.
I ordered takeout and finished eating around 11 o'clock.
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