Song Qingyou got up, and the blanket on her body fell to the ground. Fu Bei bent down to pick it up.
Her expression was unusually cold: "Find a hundred strong and healthy local residents, offer a large reward, and tell them to go into the Yamaha Forest to find someone. No matter what the outcome, as long as they get in, they will be paid $50,000 a day."
Fu Bei looked at Song Qingyou in silence for a long while, then said, "Okay."
Money makes the world go round, especially in a country like Y, which is economically backward and has a small land area.
The number of applicants reached more than 700 on the second day.
Song Qingyou selected one hundred people to go in. She did not let the rest leave, but instead had them stay in place and supported by one hundred US dollars a day.
This is a vast wilderness, with no houses in sight, only a road carved out by countless explorers.
The sandstorm was too strong, so Song Qingyou was wrapped in a scarf, revealing only her pair of cool, clear eyes.
She stood in front of the car, watching Fu Bei talk to the group of people. The Misty Forest that Gu Bai had mentioned was just over 20 kilometers ahead.
Cars can't drive in there; you have to walk.
The locals were familiar with the terrain, and traveling in groups of one hundred greatly reduced the possibility of attacks by wild animals.
After Fu Bei finished explaining, he gave everyone a location tracker so that their location and vital signs could be monitored in real time. If any danger occurred, they could be rescued by helicopter in time.
After finishing everything, he returned to Song Qingyou's side: "Madam, they have already set off."
"Hmm." Song Qingyou responded lightly, turned around and got into the car: "Let's go back to the hotel first, and send a few people to keep an eye on things here."
Fu Bei: "Okay."
In the car, Fu Bei steered the wheel steadily despite the bumpy ride: "Madam, will the local government intervene?"
"This place has been plagued by war for years. Our embassy just evacuated its citizens, and war is imminent. Do you think they have time to care about these things?" Song Qingyou's voice was cold and hoarse, whether from the wind or something else.
After a few seconds of silence, Fu Bei unusually said something comforting: "Madam, don't worry too much. Didn't Young Master Fu buy a gun?"
Song Qingyou closed her eyes briefly, a hint of pain flashing in them, but it disappeared when she opened them again: "Hmm."
Back at the hotel, Song Qingyou held a remote meeting and then called Song Chang, instructing him to temporarily take over all matters of the Song family for the time being. After that, she dealt with some urgent documents.
It was already 2 a.m. when I finished all of this.
Song Qingyou habitually dialed Fu Wenzhou's number, but it was busy again.
Her eyes and brows were full of weariness, her face was pale, her eyelids were lowered, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
At this moment, she hated her sickly body terribly.
Why didn't he die?
It would be better to just die.
What's the point of hanging on like this, half-dead, for so many years?
What if we send Song Yuan's family to prison? What if we take back the Song family property?
She couldn't even fulfill the simple wish of spending the rest of her life with the person she loved.
It might even cause the only person in the world who is kind to her and deeply loves her to pay the price with their life.
Song Qingyou couldn't imagine what would happen if Fu Wenzhou didn't come back. All she knew was that she was in excruciating pain, her flesh and bones aching in waves, as if someone were draining her blood and flesh.
If she had died sooner, would Fu Wenzhou have never met him?
He will find a healthy, cheerful, and sunny girl to be with. A person like him should be standing in the sunshine and living in a bustling world.
Song Qingyou's shoulders trembled more and more violently, as if she had reached her limit.
It finally erupted.
She dialed Fu Wenzhou's number again, ignoring the busy signal, and cried out, "You dare to barge in all by yourself? Are you crazy?!"
In the dead of night, Song Qingyou burst into tears.
The next day, Song Qingyou put on sunglasses and made arrangements in an orderly manner.
It was as if last night's vulnerability and fear were just a dream.
She stood beneath the sandstorm, the cold wind tousling her hair, her sunglasses concealing the emotions in her eyes.
Fu Bei stood aside and reported to her: "We brought back a total of six people. Their injuries were not serious and they have been properly taken care of. In addition, we gave up searching for sixteen people and brought them back as well. Now there are 78 people left."
Song Qingyou: "Have the people stationed here fill in. Also, tell them that starting today, the price will double every day."
Fu Bei frowned, wanting to speak but ultimately gave up: "Hmm."
Song Qingyou kept her eyes fixed ahead: "Can't the helicopter still see down there?"
“I can’t see clearly,” Fu Bei said. “The area above is shrouded in fog. Without precise positioning, even a helicopter can’t fly out because it’s impossible to determine the direction.”
Song Qingyou didn't say anything more and looked down at the time.
It's eight o'clock; another day has passed.
Fu Wenzhou, where are you?
The search continued day after day, but there was still no news. By the seventh day, only a little over 120 local residents remained in the wilderness.
No one could venture into the depths of the fog; everyone seemed to be circling around it, and no matter which direction they went, they would eventually return to where they started.
But in a sense, the lack of news is good news.
At least no body or remains of Fu Wenzhou were found.
On the eighth day, Song Qingyou approached Fu Bei: "I'll go up with you."
The roar of the helicopter was deafening, and Fu Bei could barely hear it. He shouted, "Young Master Fu, my mission is to protect your safety. I can't let you take any risks."
Song Qingyou glanced at him, her aloof phoenix eyes hidden behind sunglasses, then reached out and pushed him aside before heading straight for the helicopter.
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