Zhou Rujin is dead, and her manhood has been taken away. Mo Chunmei suddenly explodes.
Of course, if it were an ordinary woman, even if her husband died and her son was abducted, she would simply go to the police station to report the crime, then cry and complain about her miserable life, waiting for others to make decisions for her.
But this Mo Chunmei was clearly not an ordinary woman.
She was fully capable of getting rid of her enemy's entire family.
Shocked and curious, Li Xiangdong asked, "Did Mo Chunmei rescue her son? Where did she get the explosives? Who helped her put them in that house?"
Fu Youcai shook his head, "I don't know. Mo Chunmei's son hasn't been found yet, and he wasn't among the bodies in the explosion."
Those responsible for taking Mo Chunmei's son also perished in the explosion.
Mo Chunmei confessed to her motives but firmly denied having any accomplices.
The case could not proceed any further at this point.
Feng Yucai sighed, "This Pan Jixian is really desperate for money. Why would he force an orphan and a widow for such a small amount of money?"
Fang Shilan glanced at him and said, "Three thousand yuan is not a small amount of money."
Feng Yucai chuckled awkwardly; he had indeed recently developed a bit of a nouveau riche vibe.
Fang Shilan continued, "But since he was able to come up with so much money to plan the hype of the five-needle pine bonsai, he shouldn't be a short-sighted person. Why would he be trying to get money from someone else to save their life?"
Li Xiangdong knew the Pan family's character well. "There's nothing strange about this. First, he's really short of money right now, and he probably had a hard time getting those three thousand yuan. Second, that's just how his family is—bullying the weak and fearing the strong, kicking down widows' doors, digging up graves of childless people, and squeezing the pee out of any toad they catch. He just didn't expect to run into such a ruthless person."
Chen Zaohua agreed, "Yes, even a rabbit will bite when cornered! They didn't expect Mo Chunmei to be so ruthless!"
Li Xiangdong had a thousand plans in mind, thinking about how to eliminate Pan Jixian, who could explode at any moment. But now that Pan Jixian had died so mysteriously, he felt a strange mix of emotions.
Seeing Li Xiangdong sitting at the table lost in thought, Zhou Hongsong brought him a cup of tea. "How about we wait until this case is settled before we leave?"
Li Xiangdong nodded in agreement.
Aside from a surge of inexplicable emotion, reason told him that it was important to confirm whether Pan Jixian was among the dead.
They stayed in eastern Zhejiang for another half month. Since the murderer had been apprehended, the old man's family began to hold a funeral.
The water flowed gently, and the photo of the deceased old man hung high above the mourning hall.
Next to him is a photo of his second son, Shui Pengfei.
Inside the mourning hall, Shui Pengju, the eldest son of the Shui family, dressed in mourning robes and hat, was kowtowing and giving thanks to relatives and friends who came to pay their respects, accompanied by his mother and wife.
It is said that Shui Pengfei's widow has fainted several times from crying and is currently receiving intravenous fluids at home.
After watching the funeral procession from a distance for a while, Li Xiangdong and the others turned back.
Fu Youcai said, "The other body was taken away by people from Shanghai. Now only Pan Jixian's body is still in the cold storage! I heard that his parents are on their way here."
Li Xiangdong nodded, then his gaze suddenly sharpened.
Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao appears.
The elderly couple walking opposite me are none other than Pan Dachun and Hu Shuli!
The two men were hunched over, their spirits seemingly vanished overnight.
The two of them are only in their fifties, but they look older than their master, Grandma Jiang!
They first went to the police station, and then, led by the police, went to the cold storage to retrieve Pan Jixian's body.
Li Xiangdong watched their trembling figures for a while, then turned and left.
That's life; you reap what you sow.
Not long after Li Xiangdong returned to Lijiapo, he heard that Pan Dachun's family was making preparations for a funeral.
Pan Jixian's body was difficult to transport, so it was cremated in eastern Zhejiang and the ashes were brought back in jars.
The funeral was very shabby.
It's not that the funeral hall was too simple and shabby, nor that the coffin was too thin or flimsy, but rather that only a few people were busy with the funeral arrangements.
Pan Dachun squatted in front of the coffin, holding a wire hook in one hand and blackish-yellow joss paper in the other.
In the iron basin in front of him, paper money was burning, and the raging flames were constantly being blown around by the wind.
Hu Shuli sat on the straw mat laid out in front of the coffin, her gaze vacant.
In fact, the deceased's grandsons and granddaughters should have been kneeling on the straw mat in front of the coffin, with the men on the left and the women on the right. If the mourners were men, the male mourners would kowtow in return; if the mourners were women, the female mourners would kowtow in return.
However, Pan Jixian was not married, and the younger members of his family all made excuses not to come. Some who couldn't refuse finally came, but they all squatted outside the mourning hall laughing and joking.
Pan Jiwen, dressed in mourning clothes, took care of everything by himself.
Because few people came to pay their respects, no one ate the prepared feast, and the burial was hastily carried out before noon.
That evening, Pan Mingzhong came to Li Xiangdong's house to talk about Pan Jixian's funeral. He concluded by saying, "If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. A perfectly good college student has been corrupted."
Since he could no longer pose a threat to himself and his family, Li Xiangdong had no intention of talking about Pan Jixian anymore. Instead, he turned to Pan Mingzhong and began discussing the construction of the first batch of residential buildings in the county, which the construction company had contracted to build.
Pan Mingzhong used to run a small construction team, but now he has registered a company.
Their company has undertaken many engineering projects in Huichuan County and surrounding counties and cities.
Pan Mingzhong is now a well-known entrepreneur.
Of course, what outsiders may not know is that Li Xiangdong invested a significant amount of money in Pan Mingzhong's construction company.
Pan Mingzhong was very satisfied with Li Xiangdong as an investor, as he invested a large sum of money but did not interfere in the company's operations.
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Pan Jixian's death vanished like smoke in the world.
As he was buried, fewer and fewer people gossiped about him.
When no one remembers him anymore, Pan Jixian will be considered completely dead.
With his adversary gone, Li Xiangdong felt much easier to breathe, the sky seemed bluer, the water greener, and even his big yellow dog looked much more handsome.
However, before he could even enjoy a couple of comfortable days in peace, news came from Changchun that the price of clivia had skyrocketed.
I don't know if it's a memory lapse or if many things in my life have changed.
Two major events that should have happened in 1984, and which also caused the price of Clivia to soar to tens of thousands of yuan, occurred suddenly at the end of 1982: the designation of Clivia as the city flower of Changchun and the call to develop the "windowsill economy".
Chen Zaohua, who made a fortune from the "five-needle pine bonsai incident," was extremely excited.
"Looks like we're going to make a fortune again this time!"
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