"Okay, I got it!" The master's wife hung up the phone with a trembling voice.
Commander Lin was reported by opposition elements twenty years ago and his entire family was imprisoned for ten years.
On the night of the incident, he handed his daughter Lin Ting over to his men, but after their family was rehabilitated.
He tried to find his daughter again but there was no news of her. Even his former subordinates were nowhere to be found.
They have been searching for him over the years, and the man's name is Jiang Guodong.
If this is true, then Jiang Manyue is not actually a child of the Jiang family but the daughter of Commander Lin.
Of course, this was just his guess. After all, the first time he saw Jiang Manyue, he felt that she looked very similar to his master's wife.
Qin Zhenbei went to the post office to mail the photos. The truth still needs further investigation.
Coming out of the post office, I heard familiar hawking voices in the distance.
Jiang Manyue was shouting loudly across the street. Who would have thought that she would be selling clothes on the roadside?
Jiang Manyue was so busy collecting money at this moment that she could not hold back any. Soon, most of the dresses were sold out.
"Get out of the way, everyone!" a harsh shout came.
Three men walked out from outside the crowd, looking shabby in flowery shirts and bell-bottom pants.
The man walking in front was a little fat, with a fierce look on his face, and he was followed by two younger brothers.
He walked over and shouted, pushing aside the people who were selling clothes, and looked towards Jiang Manyue.
"Hey, you two, who told you to set up a stall here?"
"Do you know that this is my territory? Have you paid the protection fee?"
When they saw them appear, the customers who were shopping were scared away instantly.
"Brother Bai!" The auntie who sells groceries next door saw him and quickly took out five dollars.
The man selling the tape recorder was also very tactful and handed over the ten dollars obediently: "This is my protection fee this month."
These days there are often hooligans causing trouble everywhere, harassing small vendors and collecting protection fees.
If they don't give money, they will be beaten, so they have to spend money to survive.
The man took the money and then stared at Jiang Manyue and Wang Baozhu: "I heard that your business is doing well recently."
He took off the frog-shaped glasses on his face with a ferocious look and looked over with an evil and vicious look.
"Wang Baozhu, your protection fee this month is fifteen dollars!"
"Bai Dazhuang?" Jiang Manyue felt a chill on her back instinctively.
Painful memories suddenly came flooding back. He was Bai Wanrou's younger brother Bai Dazhuang.
He was a well-known hooligan in the town. In her previous life, she was almost insulted by this trash.
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