Gao Caiming smiled bitterly and said, "Fan Hengming and I were targeted by the Japanese. Fan Hengming deliberately broke some lab equipment and was ordered by his superiors to go home and reflect on his actions. Now, not only can't we go buy fever-reducing medicine, but even his family can't tell them about his injury."
Huang Wanzhen took Gao Caixue to the backyard of Pigeon Alley and rummaged around until she found the sulfamethoxazole Shen Junyan had prescribed for her foot binding surgery. "Here," she said.
Gao Caixue took the medicine, was overjoyed after looking at it, and immediately thanked her, "Thank you Wanzhen." Then he turned around and was about to leave.
Huang Wanzhen quickly called out to him, "Professor Gao, please wait a moment. I have something to say to you."
Gao Caixue turned around and said anxiously, "Go ahead."
Huang Wanzhen took a deep breath and said bluntly, "Professor Gao, you may not know how much trouble Fan Hengming has caused me this time. When he recovers, you can find out what kind of torture I suffered. I'm not a member of your organization, and I haven't received formal training. If someone hadn't saved me this time, I might not have been able to withstand the punishment and would have betrayed you."
"I hope it won't happen again, because next time, I might not be so lucky. So, don't ask me about your affairs anymore. Let me know less about things. It's better for both you and me."
I don't know how much Gao Caixue took in Huang Wanzhen's words. In the following days, Huang Wanzhen was busy preparing thank-you gifts for Mrs. Liu, Liu Zimo, Chu Yanzhi and others, and was also busy with the new Christmas clothes in the shop. She was so busy that she didn't even have time to attend the salon held by the Fan family.
Just a few days after the Christmas clothing album was sent out, Song Wenxu came to the door.
“Give me money!”
Huang Wanzhen looked at him in confusion, "What money?"
Song Wenxu glared at Huang Wanzhen fiercely. "Last time, you were kidnapped by that Black Five. Song Wenyin promised to give me 500 yuan to rescue you. Now you've come out safe and sound, but now Song Wenyin is denying her responsibility. This is your fault, and you have to compensate me for my losses."
Huang Wanzhen complained in her heart, "What have you lost? You didn't say anything for me in the Security Department." But thinking of what Song Wenyin had said, that her brother was a professional debt collector and loved to beat people, and the key was that he had a background, Huang Wanzhen looked around at the hard work she had put into this shop and decided to spend some money.
Huang Wanzhen withdrew five hundred yuan from the account and handed it to Song Wenxu. Song Wenxu just twirled the Buddhist beads and did not take it. Huang Wanzhen was about to withdraw her hand when a man in shorts behind her reached out and took the money. He counted the money skillfully, bent down and whispered a few words in Song Wenxu's ear.
Song Wenxu let out a mock lament, "Hey, who made this girl know Xiaoliu? Forget it, let's not pay the interest. Let's just take the loss. Let's go!"
Huang Wanzhen was very displeased with his behavior, so she turned around and went to where the phone was and drew a number for Song Wenyin.
"Did you receive the clothing catalogue?"
"Did you send the album? I haven't received it yet."
Huang Wanzhen hooked a stool with her legs and sat down. "Oh, take a look after you receive it. If you have any questions, let me know immediately. We've already started displaying samples in Beiping."
"Okay, I understand."
Huang Wanzhen then continued, "Just now, your fifth brother came to collect the debt. He asked me for 500 yuan, saying that it was the money you promised him."
Upon hearing this, Song Wenyin's eyebrows immediately raised. "This Song Wenxu has no moral principles. I promised him five hundred after saving you, but he kept dithering. By the time we got to the Security Department, you'd already been rescued, and he hadn't done anything. I naturally can't give him so much money for nothing. He's really losing his mind as time goes by."
Huang Wanzhen sighed, "Hey, seeing how your fifth brother was bringing people over, I was afraid he would start destroying our shop, so I gave it to him, thinking it would be a good way to avoid disaster. He won't think it's easy to get the money this time and come back for more next time, right?"
"That won't happen. If you want to get involved in the underworld, you have to have a reason. He won't be able to get away with it if he goes to someone's house and asks for money for no reason."
Huang Wanzhen patted her chest and said, "Then I feel relieved."
That’s what he said, but just after Christmas, Song Wenxu came to the door again.
Huang Wanzhen thought, hey! This guy is getting addicted. I can't give it to him this time. At worst, I'll just make a scene. Who's afraid of who? She knows a few people in the Public Security Bureau.
"Xiao Ni, come here, brother wants to talk to you about some business." Song Wenxu twirled his Buddhist beads and sat down in the reception area without any hesitation.
Huang Wanzhen touched the gun at her waist and then sat down. "What business?"
Song Wenxu tugged at his sleeves, twisted his Buddhist beads, and frowned, "Bring me a pot of tea. The people here are no good. They have no sense at all. Come to my place some other day. You can order whatever you want to drink."
Huang Wanzhen rolled her eyes inwardly and asked Huang Dachui to make a pot of tea.
Song Wenxu spoke in a pretentious tone, picking on others, and then said, "Sister, I've seen it a long time ago. Gao Weizi has no good intentions towards you. She wants to kill you."
Huang Wanzhen hummed "hmm" through her nose, her face full of disinterest.
Song Wenxu placed his Buddhist beads on the table, rolled up his sleeves, and began to chatter, "Hey there! Sister, don't take it lightly. Gao Weizi is a ruthless character, and she's already been released. Since she has a grudge against you, with her temper, there's no way she'll let you go. As the saying goes, there's only a thief who can steal for a thousand days, but you can't be on guard against thieves for a thousand days. Who knows what she'll do to you next time."
Huang Wanzhen asked curiously, "Why did she come out? She is the murderer of Saga Jiro. Director Song should hand her over to the Japanese for disposal!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk—, you don't know this, right? Why do you think I said she was a ruthless character? She pushed her mother out to take the blame." Song Wenxu's handsome face was turned into a gossip by him. "Do you know her relationship with Saga Jiro?"
Huang Wanzhen shook her head and said honestly, "I don't know."
Seeing that Huang Wanzhen knew nothing and that he was in control of the situation, Song Wenxu became even more assertive, his sleeves almost rolled up to his elbows. "Oh my! You don't even know this? Gao Weizi's mother was quite pretty, but she was raised by that old... well, honest man, Saga Jiro. According to seniority, Gao Weizi is considered Saga Jiro's adopted daughter."
Huang Wanzhen looked as if she had suddenly understood something.
Song Wenxu pointed to the street outside and said, "Saga Jiro had several houses, but he died in this house on Dengshikou Street, which happened to be where Gao Weizi's mother lived. Isn't it a coincidence?"
Huang Wanzhen nodded, "What a coincidence."
Song Wenxu slapped his thigh, "Yes, it was Gao Weizi who killed him. I heard that Saga Jiro, that old... honest man, forced Gao Weizi. She held a grudge and shot him to death. She also put the blame on her mother. Her mother was also weak and just accepted it."
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