In Cantonese, people who have been kind to you are called "benefactors" regardless of gender. Besides "benefactor," they are also called "grandfathers."
Ning Yuan immediately snapped out of her daze, quickly grabbed the military overcoat Rong Zhaonan had left behind, put it on, and went to open the door.
Sure enough, Liang Xin and Chen Jiale were standing outside the door carrying lunchboxes in cloth bags.
When Ning Yuan opened the door, they knew she had injured her throat.
Liang Xin immediately said, "My benefactor, I've made a soup with five-finger peach, sea coconut, and pork ribs to soothe the throat, and also fish porridge!"
They are all easy to digest and nutritious!
Ning Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that they hadn't brought any large or small bags, and turned around to let them in.
Liang Xin and Chen Jiale were both very happy, ever since they learned that the bandits had burned down and killed their benefactor's hotel in the middle of the night in revenge.
They were all terrified, but now they are finally relieved to see that she is safe and sound.
As soon as Liang Xin put down the food box, she busied herself ladling out the porridge and soup.
Ning Yuan took the soup, smelling the aroma of five-finger peach in the warm pork bone soup: "Thank you...you."
After resting her voice for an afternoon, she was able to speak a little more.
Liang Xin looked at her slightly haggard round face and the injuries on her head, neck, and hands.
She couldn't hold back her tears and pulled Chen Jiale to kneel on the ground—
"If it weren't for saving our Haozai, you benefactors wouldn't have almost lost your lives. We're the ones who dragged you down!!"
Ning Yuan hurriedly put down the soup and went to pull them away, saying, "It has nothing to do with you... It's my own fault..."
Liang Xin looked at her firmly: "Our benefactor's goods are gone, but we will replace them for you and take them with you. We won't take a single penny. If you don't agree, we won't get up!"
Ning Yuan paused, frowned, and refused in a hoarse Cantonese voice: "Sister Xin... business is business... it's not right to do this..."
Liang Xin refused to get up, and the two remained locked in a stalemate.
Finally, Chan Ka-lok lost his temper: "My benefactor, please agree to our request! I'm so afraid that our Ho-zai will suffer bad luck! After all, you committed sins and almost lost your lives to save Ho-zai!"
Ning Yuan was taken aback. It wasn't surprising that Chen Jiale and his wife were worried that their baby's good fortune would be diminished because of the involvement of a life.
People in Cantonese and Hokkien-speaking regions largely believe in the old sayings that losing money can avert disaster.
“But…” She hesitated for a moment, before she could finish speaking.
Liang Xin said to herself, "It's settled then! I'll bring the goods to you tomorrow, and I'll definitely charge you next time you come!"
After saying that, she stood up and said, "My benefactor, please enjoy your meal and have some tea when you have time. We haven't cooked any food at home, so we'll be leaving now!"
With that, Liang Xin dragged the still-unresponsive Chen Jiale away, saying, "Jiale, hurry up and leave!"
Even Ning Yuan couldn't stop him; Liang Xin grabbed Chen Jiale by the collar and dragged him away in a flash, without even taking the aluminum lunchbox.
Ning Yuan sighed softly, feeling a warmth in her heart. She picked up the porridge, blew on it gently, and slowly began to eat.
Liang Xin and her husband should know that she was injured and her property was damaged, and that they are currently in dire need of money.
Refusing again would be a betrayal of their good intentions and their affectation.
With character like theirs, they deserve to be rich.
No sooner had Chan Ka-lok and his wife left than Man Fai and Au Ming-long arrived.
With bandages wrapped around his forehead, Manhua hugged Ningyuan and cried again.
The few hundred yuan she brought was all the money she had painstakingly saved up from selling mountain products for so long.
It's all gone! And Hua Zi is injured too, how is he going to explain this to his family?!
Ning Yuan let her vent her frustrations and told her that Liang Xin and his wife would help resolve the issue of the damaged goods.
Manhua was dumbfounded, and even Ou Minglang couldn't help but gasp.
It hasn't even been two years since the reform and opening up began. How much money did this couple actually make to be able to take on so much of their losses?
Ning Yuan simply smiled and wrote in her notebook—
"The reform and opening up has only been going on for less than two years, but the sale of parallel imports from the Hong Kong government on Gaodi Street has been going on for more than two years."
She couldn't say more, but she guessed that the clever Liang Xin and her husband had been secretly selling things before the reform and opening up, just like her.
Guangzhou is more open and free, so Liang Xin and her husband must have saved a lot of money.
Manhua felt a little uneasy, but she couldn't help but smile with relief: "Finally, God has eyes; doing good deeds has paid off."
Ou Minglang thought that if Ning Yuan hadn't gone to save that child, she wouldn't have encountered this near-death situation.
But he didn't want to spoil everyone's fun, so it would be best if someone could help resolve this issue.
"I don't know where you got the energy and guts to rush in like that. You almost got strangled to death. Don't be so reckless next time."
Ou Minglang frowned, recalling the way she had attacked people with her knife.
His handsome face was also covered with gauze, and his arm had some burns, but fortunately they were not serious.
Ning Yuan looked down at her bandaged and stitched hands in a daze, and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Yes... ah..."
In my past life, I was a quiet, sensitive, insecure yet aloof person who never dared to speak loudly, like an insect hiding in a pupa.
The world inside the pupa looks safe but is suffocating. Insects like her are born inside the pupa and die inside the pupa.
In this lifetime, and in the last two years, I've struggled and worked my way up from Sitang Village, through the county, to Shanghai, and finally to Guangzhou.
The things and people I encountered were like a hammer brutally smashing the safe cocoon inch by inch.
After emerging from her cocoon, she saw a world that was dangerous yet full of hope.
And that's how we got this one—"brave and fierce," someone who never admits defeat.
"I will meet with Ning Bingyu in three days," Ning Yuan wrote in her notebook.
Rong Zhaonan finally agreed to help him arrange a meeting with Ning Bingyu, set for Sunday, three days later.
She thought this arrangement was acceptable, since her voice wouldn't allow her to speak.
Simply writing is too unimpressive and wouldn't be conducive to her improvisation when facing Hong Kong business tycoons.
Ou Minglang was taken aback, looking at her with a complicated expression: "Have you decided to come clean?"
She was reminding herself to think carefully about what she would say to Ning Bingyu.
Ning Yuan nodded, after all, Ning Bingyu had entrusted Ou Minglang to find someone, and it turned out that the person was right next to Ou Minglang.
This could easily lead people to misunderstand that Ou Minglang did it on purpose.
Ou Minglang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll figure out how to explain it to Brother Yu."
...
Guangzhou State Guesthouse
A handsome man, dressed in a black silk bathrobe and as elegant as the moon and the breeze, stood by the window, silently smoking a cigar as he looked out at the garden.
A pair of long, soft arms wrapped around his narrow waist.
The woman's delicately painted fingers slipped inside her robe, caressing the man's well-developed abs from the gym.
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