We arranged a place for them to stay.
As for medical assistance, their village doesn't receive any; they have to go to the district.
The village invited the oldest person to perform an ancient ritual for Xing Baohua: a shamanistic dance.
Whether it works or not is another matter, but just the way it looks is quite intimidating.
The village chief's surname was Zheng. While Xing Baohua was performing a shamanistic ritual, he ran out and asked, "Village chief, is there a phone?"
“Our village also wants one, but utility poles are too expensive. The post office wants us to split the cost in half before they'll install them.”
"So how do you receive instructions and orders from your superiors?"
"Deliveryman".
Liu Shengang hadn't expected this place to be so primitive and backward, without even basic communication facilities.
"Then, when will the postman arrive?"
"It will be tomorrow morning."
Actually, the village chief didn't say that they also had bicycles. Usually, in case of an emergency, someone would come to notify them, and they would ride their bicycles out. The postman was mainly responsible for delivering newspapers and letters; relaying messages was secondary.
When Liu Shengang arrived, he handed the mailman the phone number he had written down and said, "Make a call for me and tell him that General Manager Xing is in this village."
"Phone calls are so expensive, oh my, and it's a long-distance call to the capital? This one call must cost a fortune."
They were implying they wanted money.
Liu Shengang had no cash on him, and Xing Baohua didn't usually carry cash either. Suddenly, they remembered he had a watch on his wrist—no matter how expensive it was, they'd take it for emergencies.
He took off his watch from Xing Baohua and handed it to the postman, saying, "I'll use this watch as collateral. After you make this call for me, I'll give you a hundred yuan, but I can only give it to you after the person who's picking us up arrives. We don't have any money on us right now."
The postman looked at the Panerai; he'd never seen such a beautiful watch before. He asked, "This watch must cost several hundred!"
"Pretty much. It's overseas. Could you make a call for me? I'll give you a hundred, and you can give me the watch later. How about it!"
"Okay, I'll leave it to you, brother. I'll call you as soon as I get back today," the postman said, taking the watch and the note and patting his chest.
Halfway there, I put on the watch and liked it more and more.
Captain Han, far away in Da Mao, urged Da Mao to intensify its search for Xing Baohua's whereabouts.
It's been five days, and there's still no news or clue. Not only is Xing Baohua missing, but a guard has also disappeared.
If both of them were alive, Captain Han should have received the distress signal very soon.
Unless the other party kidnaps both of them, or even murders them?
The higher-ups told Captain Han that they needed to see the body, whether dead or alive.
The rice market cannot be thrown into chaos for now. Although Xing Baohua has made some arrangements, they are not perfect. So if it is announced that Xing Baohua was attacked and is now nowhere to be found, the first to panic will be the listed companies in Hong Kong.
Furthermore, the large-scale projects undertaken by Xing Baohua will also be hindered.
"Captain Han, we've got news from the Russians. You'd better go check it out," his subordinate said as he approached Captain Han.
At the edge of the border river, looking out, you can see your motherland.
Captain Han wasn't in the mood to watch; he was there to see the scene.
Someone pointed to a tree whose bark had been stripped off, and even some electronic devices were found nearby.
Fortunately, the peeled bark is quite conspicuous and easy to see.
When Captain Han saw those electronic products, he guessed that they belonged to Xing Baohua.
Only then did he have the heart to look at his motherland on the other side of the river, and only then did he realize that his motherland was still the most beautiful, with its clear waters, green mountains and clear waters, and a lush green landscape.
After technical identification, the discovered electronic products belonged to Xing Baohua.
Captain Han had already imagined that the only surviving guard would take Xing Baohua away from the Russian lands and return to their homeland.
"Get the helicopters to search that area. Maybe they'll send a signal if they hear the rotors. Send another team to search from the east side of the river; they'll definitely leave traces of habitation."
Captain Han meant that they needed food and fire starters, and these were clues; they just needed to follow these clues.
Unfortunately, they encountered a highly skilled mountain warfare expert who buried all traces of their lives.
After being released, Xing Baohua is still alive and has even returned to China.
Captain Han withdrew from Manchuria to Yakeshi, and then headed north to search.
The postman is now obsessed with how to keep the watch for himself. A hundred dollars is a lot of money for him; he'd be happy for a long time without it.
But when faced with a watch, a hundred dollars doesn't seem so appealing anymore.
As for the phone call, I forgot about it.
When Liu Shengang went to the village again, he asked him if he had made the phone call and what the other party asked.
"Oh, young comrade, that's why I'm here to tell you that the telephone line broke down a few days ago for some unknown reason. The post office is investigating as quickly as possible, but they haven't found the broken wire yet."
The postman was thinking of getting by as long as he could, and if he couldn't get away with it anymore, he'd deal with it later.
Xing Baohua felt incredibly lucky to have survived.
He was able to go out for walks and bask in the sun, and he gradually got better. The people in the village all felt it was thanks to that sorceress. They said that if it weren't for her performing a shamanic ritual, he would have been dead long ago.
"Gangzi, we need to find a way to contact the outside world," Xing Baohua said worriedly. He had been missing for quite some time, and who knew what kind of chaos was happening outside?
“I pawned your watch to the postman so he could make a call to the capital. He just told me the phone line is broken. Isn’t that a coincidence?”
“No, you’ll have to go through the trouble and make the trip,” Xing Baohua said.
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