Chapter 492 Can you help me find someone?
Uncle Qin wanted to refute, but when he thought of the repeated things in the past few years, he fell silent.
But because he had something on his mind and didn't want to keep it in his heart, he told this worry to Mr. Qin.
"Dad, I don't mean anything else. We were just two young people dating. Whatever Lu Qiaoge does, our Qin family has no right to interfere..."
Old Master Qin interrupted his second son rudely: "Why, just because you're married, you, as the second uncle, have the right to make decisions?"
Uncle Qin smiled bitterly and said, "Dad, that's not what I meant. Please listen to me."
Old Master Qin waved his hand: "You don't need to say it, I know what you are going to say. I have heard many concerns like yours."
After a pause, Old Man Qin asked Uncle Qin: "Then let me ask you first, what is the basis for the establishment of Xiangyang Food Factory?"
Uncle Qin frowned and said, "If we talk about the basics, it's the street office's business. I heard that they started out making tortillas and pastries."
"Yes, that's its predecessor. The current Xiangyang Food Factory is still a business run by the subdistrict office, and the subdistrict office is under the jurisdiction of the 516 Military Factory. So who is in charge of the 516 Military Factory?"
Uncle Qin stopped talking.
516 is directly under the management of the higher authorities.
"Your concerns are somewhat justified, but as far as I know, Director Hu of the Xiangyang Subdistrict Office has always had documents from higher up at every stage. Furthermore, up to this point, the Xiangyang Subdistrict Office has been deeply rooted in the grassroots, solving employment problems for unemployed young people returning to the city and encouraging members of the nearby Manshan Commune to develop side businesses, improve their living standards, and promote social progress."
Uncle Qin really didn't know: "What's their relationship with the commune?"
"You are ignorant of this, right? Well, I won't tell you in detail. This time, take a few days off and go to Jiangcheng with us."
Uncle Qin thought about it and agreed readily.
To be honest, he also wanted to see what kind of enterprise this street-level enterprise was.
He now works in the Resources Department and often travels around the country. He has been to Jiangcheng once, but that was a few years ago.
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Lu Qiaoge didn't know that some people in the Qin family were worried that her current identity would affect the Qin family, and they didn't want her to contact Hong Kong City too frequently.
At this moment, Lu Qiaoge was on his way to the Foreign Trade Bureau. It was school time, and on the road, one could see groups of young people, backpacks on their backs, walking happily towards school.
Xiao Cang Cang, who came with Lu Qiaoge, said: "Little Master, the classmates who just passed by are from the same school as the boy I told you about."
Lu Qiaoge nodded and continued driving, but slowed down.
Because there are many students going to school on the roadside.
When I was about to get off work in the morning, Lao Zhou called and said that there was a teenager standing at the gate of the Foreign Trade Bureau for more than half a month. He stood at the gate every day during school hours, in the morning and afternoon.
I would wait there for about twenty minutes every day, and then run away with my schoolbag on my back.
No one noticed it at first, but the security guard noticed it in the past two days.
The security guard asked him kindly who he was looking for or waiting for. The young boy said he wanted to wait for Director Lu of Xiangyang Food Factory.
So Lao Zhou called Lu Qiaoge, but the young boy ran so fast that he still didn't know which school he was from.
But he showed up now.
Xiao Cangcang immediately told Lu Qiaoge.
Lu Qiaoge drove towards this side.
At this time, Lao Zhou and his colleagues had not yet arrived at work.
Lu Qiage parked the car on the side of the road and saw a thin boy in his teens, carrying a worn and washed-out yellow military satchel. He was standing obediently at the gate of the Foreign Trade Bureau, looking in her direction, and then he saw Lu Qiage at a glance.
The young boy's eyes suddenly widened and his mouth slightly opened, as if he was unable to react.
Lu Qiaoge stepped forward quickly, then stood in front of him and said gently, "I heard the security guard tell me you were looking for me. Let me introduce myself. I'm Lu Qiaoge from the Xiangyang Subdistrict Office."
Lu Qiaoge looked at the young boy in front of him.
Although he looks dark and thin, his facial features are well-shaped and he deserves to be called handsome.
It's just that it's not dressed well.
His clothes were worn out, his sleeves and trousers were a bit too short, and it was obvious that he had worn them for a long time, with the cuffs frayed.
The shoes on his feet were torn and had patches on top of each other.
The stitching was bad, too, it was crooked, and some places weren't sewn shut. Now it was torn, revealing a bit of the toes, and the child wasn't wearing socks.
The hands holding the backpack strap were covered with scars and frostbite, and there was a scar on the forehead. If it moved a little further inward, it would hurt the eyes.
Although the young boy was a little nervous, he seemed a little unconvinced when he learned that the person in front of him was Lu Qiaoge.
At this time, Lao Zhou had arrived at the door on his bicycle and called out from a distance, "Director Xiao Lu, hey, this kid has been looking for you. We asked him what was wrong, but he didn't say anything and just ran away. Finally, we ran into him. Hey kid, who are you from? Where are your parents? What are you looking for Director Xiao Lu for?"
After asking a series of questions, the young boy became obviously more nervous, but he was also sure that the older sister in front of him was Lu Qiaoge.
He didn't want to waste the adults' time, so he mustered up the courage to say, "Director Lu, can I...can I talk to you alone?"
"Sure, come over here with me."
Lu Qiaoge brought the young boy to the wall.
But Lao Zhou didn't leave either. After all, this was the Foreign Trade Bureau, and no one knew whose child this young boy was. And no one could guess what the boy was doing waiting for Lu Qiaoge here.
The child clutched his collar and said, "I heard... that your Xiangyang Food Factory is doing business with merchants from Gangcheng. So... could Director Lu... could you help me find someone?"
Lu Qiaoge asked gently, "Is the person you're asking about in Hong Kong?"
The young boy whispered, "Yes, he ran away to Gangcheng fourteen years ago... My mom came to Jiangcheng with my grandparents. I thought my dad came with them, but I didn't expect him to go to Gangcheng with his family."
Ouch, this is complicated.
Lu Qiaoge looked the young boy up and down.
It would not have been a good thing to have had this kind of relationship during those years.
The young boy seemed to understand what Lu Qiaoge was worried about, so he said directly, "My mother is crazy and has been crazy for many years. My grandparents are not here. My grandparents are here, but they are all dead."
Lu Qiaoge was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Do you want me to help?"
"Would you assist me?"
"Sure, as long as you tell me your father's information."
"My father's name is Luo Ziwen, and mine is Luo Aijun. My father was born in 1942. Our hometown is Tianshui Village in Nancheng. He moved to the other side of the Taiwan Strait with his family when he was 20 years old, but my mother and I are registered as married."
(End of this chapter)
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