Countless images emerged in Jiang Wanyue's mind.
It's all related to the man in front of me.
This man is the original body’s husband and the biological father of three children. He is the fourth son of the Song family, Song Desheng.
Because the original body was too familiar with this man, Jiang Wanyue recognized him the first time she saw him.
In the original book, only a few mentions were made. Song Desheng made a lot of money in the golden years of the 1980s and became a big boss. However, because his later wife only gave birth to three daughters, the rich man wanted a son, so he returned to Xiaojing Brigade, found the Song family, and forcibly took his son away.
This resulted in the tragic deaths of several children.
When she first read the book, Jiang Wanyue hated the scumbag's behavior and sighed at the ending of the children.
Now, she has developed a deep relationship with her three children, and her heart aches whenever she thinks about their possible future.
It’s a pity that the Song family is not the protagonist, and too little is written about Song Desheng. We have no idea how Song Desheng came back to life, where he works now, what kind of person he is, who his current wife is... There is no way to know these.
"Wanyue, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Yuanyuan asked with some concern.
Jiang Wanyue came to her senses and quickly moved closer to Jiang Yuanyuan, covering her face for fear of being seen.
Before we understand the other party's situation clearly, we cannot alert them for the time being.
After Song Desheng walked away, she said, "Aunt, do you have any connections in the provincial capital?"
Jiang Yuanyuan understood what he meant: "My eldest brother is the director of a textile factory, and since I'm married to a foreigner, I have connections in some areas. Wanyue, is there anything you want me to help you with?"
Jiang Wanyue looked at the car parked not far away: "Can you check which unit this car belongs to?"
"Actually, you want to check the identity of that man, right?" Jiang Yuanyuan was also a very clear-headed person. She didn't ask any more questions and smiled and said, "It will take some time to check these things. I guess we can only find out tomorrow. Do you want to stay in the provincial capital for another day and wait for news?"
Jiang Wanyue nodded: "Okay, then where should I go to find my aunt tomorrow?"
"I live with Lucas, and I can see that he really wants to get some business secrets from you, so you'd better not go." Jiang Yuanyuan said, "Give me the address of the guesthouse you are staying in, and I'll come over and tell you when I find it."
Jiang Wanyue thanked again and again.
After leaving the cemetery, she planned to go shopping in the department store and buy something for her aunt as a thank-you gift.
She thought that since Jiang Yuanyuan was pregnant, it would be a good opportunity to buy some baby products, but she found that there was no milk powder these days, only malted milk.
Thinking of the poor development of her children at home, she immediately bought a can and had an endless supply of malted milk to drink from then on.
After choosing for a long time, he finally picked out some children's clothes and shoes for Jiang Yuanyuan, spending more than ten yuan.
This is the Second Department Store. The entrance is bustling with people. Jiang Wanyue walked out through the crowd. It is not far from the guesthouse, about half an hour's walk. She planned to walk back. As she walked, she saw a row of houses on the side of the road. The entrances were covered with moss and ivy. It was obvious that they had been abandoned.
The products produced by the fishery are now selling well in the cities and counties under the province, except for the provincial capital market which has not yet been opened.
Because of Jiang Rongjun, she would never put her products on the shelves of department stores, so she had to prepare her own store.
These days, private individuals are not allowed to open shops and do business, but shops can be opened and operated in the name of a factory collective.
She has long wanted to open a store in the provincial capital.
But it is easy to think about, but very difficult to do.
Now, let’s take the first step.
Jiang Wanyue walked towards the row of abandoned houses. There were five houses connected together, two stories high. The entrance was about twenty to thirty meters away from the road and was very spacious.
She observed for a while and found that this place must have been a small factory in the past, but it either went bankrupt and closed down or moved to another place and had been abandoned for at least four or five years.
Although there are not many people here, it is located in the center of the provincial capital and is considered a very good location.
Jiang Wanyue walked to the residential building opposite to ask, and saw some retired old men and women talking under a tree.
She took out a handful of melon seeds from her pocket and distributed them to everyone, smiling and saying, "Grandpas and grandmas, I want to ask you something. Why are the houses across the street empty and no one lives there? What's going on?"
An old lady quickly spat out the melon seed shells and said, "There was an oil mill there a few years ago. It was doing very well. But then the leadership changed or something. The performance got worse and worse, so it closed down."
Another old man continued, "The oil mill closed down, and this place became a cotton-picking place. In the 1960s, this was the only place in our provincial capital where cotton could be picked. People came and went. Later, the place was too small, so they moved to the east coast, and this place was gradually abandoned."
Jiang Wanyue asked, "In other words, this place belongs to the cotton-fluffing factory?"
The old men and women here don’t know who this land belongs to, they only know that the last place here was a cotton-fluffing mill.
After expressing her thanks, Jiang Wanyue planned to go to the cotton-fluffing factory to ask. Anyway, it was still early, only three o'clock in the afternoon, and she had to do something to kill time.
After arriving by car, she walked to the guard and said with a smile: "Uncle, I heard that your factory has a row of factory buildings in the city center that need to be sold. Is this true?"
The security guard had no idea about this, so he went in to ask his leader, but the leader was not in charge of this area and asked his assistant to find the person in charge to find out what happened.
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