Chapter 89: Being Targeted
Zheng Ying left without saying anything else.
Deng Xiuzhen wanted to tell her when to sell the stocks, but after thinking about it, she said nothing.
I went to the phone booth and called Wenjing's school. I heard that it was Tan Wenjing's mother who was looking for Tan Wenjing. The other party was very enthusiastic, not only with a gentle voice, but also with a very good attitude. She asked her to wait for a while and not to leave. He would go and call Tan Wenjing over immediately.
Deng Xiuzhen couldn't help but sigh that if the child is excellent, the mother will also benefit from it and be highly respected.
Wen Jing came over quickly, and Deng Xiuzhen told her that Old Man Zhao had not been found yet and she would stay in Kyoto for a while.
Tan Wenjing said happily: "Mom, let me tell you, Wenxin and Wenyu are very obedient. Also, Dad comes home every day! He also asks you every day if you have called home. He told you to come back early and not go out to work. He will bring money home every month."
Deng Xiuzhen sighed quietly. How nice it would have been if it had been like this a few days ago? Now there was a thorn in her heart. Even if she pulled it out, the wound would remain there, making her feel uncomfortable.
But she didn't show her emotions, instead she pretended to be happy and talked to Wen Jing, only asking Wen Jing not to tell anyone about her news for the time being and to wait until she returned.
Wen Jing nodded in agreement, and said that she would tell Wen Xin and Wen Yu when she returned that she would never let anyone else know.
The mother and son talked for a while and then hung up the phone.
Deng Xiuzhen walked around the old alleys in Kyoto for a long time, asking if there were any houses for sale. She asked several people, but they all said they didn't know.
I turned my head to look at the wall of the courtyard in disappointment, but found a shadow moving quickly.
A strange feeling arose in her heart, but she pretended to be unaware and walked forward while looking both ways. The shadow followed her movements, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
She was shocked. Someone was targeting her! Why? Because she was asking for a house? Or because she was a single woman?
Deng Xiuzhen was not sure and was extremely panicked, but she did not dare to show it at all.
Pretending to be calm, she walked forward and met a fruit stall owner. She quickly went over to chat with him, asked if there were any houses for sale there, and said she could help sell them.
The stall owner asked, "Are you Laqianer?"
Deng Xiuzhen quickly agreed. She didn't know what "la qian'er" was, but her intuition suggested it was something like pulling strings.
An auntie next to me said, "Girl, you are a migrant worker from another place, right? I'm telling you, don't do this business in this area. Don't do business that crosses the line, or you'll suffer the consequences."
Deng Xiuzhen thanked him repeatedly and said that she was brought here by an acquaintance to work, and her boss asked her to come here to check out the situation, and she didn't know that she couldn't come.
The stall owner said: "You have to be careful when doing things. Don't work and not make any money, and be used as cannon fodder by others, because then there will be nothing left."
Deng Xiuzhen hurriedly thanked the stall owner again. To express her gratitude, she bought two apples and paid for them with a hesitated look.
As I turned to leave, I heard the stall owner say, "You're so poor, yet you're still copying other people's fashion."
The old lady said, "Don't talk nonsense. It's possible that she was deceived by someone she knew, who tricked her into buying clothes and then asked her to come here."
The stall owner said: "It's possible. In some places, workers are hired by paying money, and then they are fired after finding trouble..."
Deng Xiuzhen couldn't hear what was said next. But she liked the effect. If the people staring at her were after money, they would give up if they knew she had no money.
Passing by a stall selling sesame cakes, she bargained with the owner for a long time before buying one.
She walked away while eating with her head down, and no shadow appeared behind her anymore.
Although the crisis was resolved, Deng Xiuzhen did not dare to relax. She quickly fled back to the hotel and it took her a long time to calm down.
She didn't dare to go out casually, and when the waiter came, Deng Xiuzhen asked what "La Qian'er" meant.
The waiter said that Laqianer is the middleman in buying and selling houses.
Deng Xiuzhen understood that La Qianer was the real estate agent in the future.
The waiter asked her enthusiastically if there was anything else she could help with.
Deng Xiuzhen said her relatives asked her to find out where she could buy a house. She didn't know where it was, but she heard that someone was looking for Laqian'er. She asked the waiter if she knew where Laqian'er was.
The waiter agreed to ask for her.
Thinking of those unscrupulous real estate agents, Deng Xiuzhen got a headache: She originally thought that as long as she had money she could buy a house, but who knew it would be so troublesome.
If you go and check it out yourself, you might get targeted.
Who knows what the current tug-of-war industry is like? Would it be like walking into a trap and sending yourself to the chopping block if you just look for an agent?
It turns out that a strange place is a dangerous place.
Unable to find a good solution for the time being, Deng Xiuzhen could only stay in the hotel and not go out.
Deng Xiuzhen was bored and wanted to watch TV to get familiar with Kyoto, so she locked the channel on Kyoto TV.
"... Now I'm reporting a piece of breaking news. Zheng Xiaohua, chairman of Kyoto Zhengkang Group, was involved in a car accident and is now in a coma. It is suspected that the accident was caused by brake failure. His family had an argument in the hospital. According to insiders, it was because his wife Li Mingzhu had an argument with his daughter Zheng Ying..."
Deng Xiuzhen didn't care too much at first. When she heard Zheng Ying's name, she looked up reflexively, but she didn't see Zheng Ying. She only saw a reporter standing at the hospital entrance reporting.
Old man Zhao!
Deng Xiuzhen suddenly saw a familiar figure walking into the hospital. Perhaps because of the reporter's report, the person glanced towards the camera. Deng Xiuzhen was sure that it was Old Man Zhao!
She jumped out of bed and wanted to look for Old Man Zhao, but she found that she didn't see clearly what hospital it was.
I looked at the TV again and saw that it was already showing another piece of news. I went out to ask the waiter, but he didn't watch TV at all, let alone know about the news.
But he told her considerately: Important news like this will appear in the Kyoto Daily tomorrow, and you can find out by buying a newspaper tomorrow.
Deng Xiuzhen thanked him but she was annoyed in her heart: tomorrow's newspaper would only let her know which hospital Zheng Xiaohua was hospitalized in, but it would not help him find Old Man Zhao. Who could guarantee that Old Man Zhao would go to that hospital tomorrow?
The times are so backward now. In more than 20 years, we can not only go back and read all kinds of news, but also read another one if we don't read this one. Deng Xiuzhen complained about the times, but there was nothing she could do.
Deng Xiuzhen was standing in the hotel lobby, anxiously turning around. Suddenly, she saw a taxi on the side of the road. She suddenly thought of a way: go out and try your luck. Maybe you can meet someone who is keen on news. Such people are mainly taxi drivers. They can't watch TV while driving, but they will listen to the news. Most drivers will listen. Even if they don't listen, they know more than ordinary people.
She ran out of the hotel door and hailed a taxi that was about to leave.
The driver asked her where she was going. She said she was going to the hospital where Zheng Xiaohua was hospitalized.
The driver was stunned: "Do you know Zheng Xiaohua?"
Deng Xiuzhen realized that she had said the wrong thing. How could she directly say the name of someone she didn't know very well?
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