In the dormitory, Ma Xiaoquan put Yuan Lan on the bed and covered her with a quilt, feeling an indescribable doubt in his heart.
Why did Yuan Lan appear in the teaching building and why did she meet that lizard?
Luo Meihui saw Ma Xiaoquan's worries and whispered: "Mr. J, leave the next thing to me. I will stay here for a while, look at Yuan Lan, and investigate what just happened.
Hurry back and deliver the goods to Mr. Huang Chi."
Ma Xiaoquan sighed, nodded and said: "Then let's do this for now~"
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Not long after Ma Xiaoquan left, the dormitory door rang.
Luo Meihui opened the door and found that the person who came was Yue Ting, the patriarch of the Yu family.
"Chief, why are you here?"
Yue Ting didn't say anything. She walked up to Yuan Lan, took out a needle and inserted it into Yuan Lan's abdomen.
Yuan Lan, who was still in a coma, groaned, and her hand that was still a fist slowly opened.
"Clan leader, you are..."
Yue Ting sneered: "This child cannot be kept~ Meihui, when Yuan Lan wakes up, if she asks about the child, please help me smooth things over. Remember, never mention this matter to anyone."
"I don't understand, Yuan Lan has no interest relationship with us... Besides, she is pregnant, why can't she keep the child?"
Yue Ting sighed and said: "The Ross family is inhumane and inhumane. If I don't stop it in time, Yuan Lan will give birth to a complete monster."
Luo Meihui was startled, her eyes widened and she said: "Is it possible that the Ross family is really engaged in ethnic integration..."
"Beast~" Yue Ting gritted her teeth and cursed, "Yuan Lan is a poor woman, okay, you will know what to do when you wake up."
Luo Meihui nodded: "Understood~"
Yue Ting looked at Luo Meihui and murmured: "Mr. J has left, right?"
"Yes, I used the remnant block of the source of energy and replaced it with a white crystal. It will glow."
"Hmph, I really don't know what Huang Chi and Kasnar are doing, but whatever, let's not talk about it after the deal is completed. You stay here to take care of Yuan Lan for the time being. Without the child, you will be very sad both physically and mentally.
If you feel uncomfortable, please comfort me."
After saying that, Yue Ting threw a mini teleportation device to Luo Meihui: "Mr. J should have taken yours when he just left. I'll give this to you first. I'll change it back after I go back and meet Mr. J."
"Chief, what are you going to do now?"
Yue Ting pursed her lips and smiled: "Go back and sleep~"
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It was already three days later when Ma Xiaoquan met Huang Chi again.
Taking the white crystal from Ma Xiaoquan's hand, Huang Chi laughed and put the crystal into an instrument.
"It's done~" Huang Chi clapped his hands with satisfaction and turned to ask Ma Xiaoquan, "Why don't you see Luo Meihui?"
"There is a small situation, Meihui will stay for a while."
"Oh~ OK, my device is 95% complete, the remaining work is debugging."
Ma Xiaoquan narrowed his eyes: "You don't want to disclose your experiment to the major families, do you?"
"That's not true. It's just a small-scale trial. After all, this white crystal is a scarce thing. It can only be used two or three times. If the instrument is overloaded, I'm afraid it will only be used once."
Ma Xiaoquan scratched his head: "Okay, I've done what I should do, I have to go back."
"Wait a minute~" Huang Chi stopped Ma Xiaoquan and threw him a box, "I've been thinking about giving this to you, but I didn't have the right opportunity."
"What's this?"
Huang Chi scratched his scalp: "It's rare for you to come to this era. Those who are related to you in the above world are more or less suffering. I heard from Yue Ting that the things prepared for you to complete the task are almost the same.
Now, you are the one who is about to leave, so I thought you might help solve the problem before you leave, after all, they treat you well."
Ma Xiaoquan opened the box and found several yellowed letters and several black and white photos inside.
After quickly browsing the contents of the letter and comparing the black and white photos based on the contents of the letter, Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly.
"Why, do you want a quick victory or...?"
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head: "That's too cheap for them~Thank you~" Ma Xiaoquan stretched out his hand, and a ball of red flames rose from his palm, burning the box together with the letters and photos inside.
Watching Ma Xiaoquan leave, Huang Chi murmured: "If I had known better, I shouldn't have shown these things to you."
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On the way back, Ma Xiaoquan began to think about his next plan.
From the few letters and photos he saw from Huang Chi, Ma Xiaoquan decided to help those who treated him well solve some problems before leaving.
Or people.
The first thing to be solved is Mao Jianhua.
Ma Xiaoquan was hesitant when he saw the contents of the letter before, but when he thought of Aunt Hong's miscarriage, he felt that Mao Jianhua, a beast, would not die well.
On that rainy night, it was Mao Jianhua who attacked Aunt Hong. It was precisely because Aunt Hong had a miscarriage that Uncle Zhao failed to participate in the job competition two days later, and Mao Jianhua took the opportunity to take over.
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In other words, for personal gain, Mao Jianhua made Aunt Hong lose her son and Uncle Zhao lost his opportunity for promotion.
But the letter said that there was someone else behind all this.
The letter did not say who the person was, and Ma Xiaoquan did not want to be too distracted for the time being. After all, there were too few clues, but no matter what, Mao Jianhua must receive the punishment he deserves.
Ma Xiaoquan thought about it all the way and returned home unknowingly.
There is no one at home, Aunt Hong has gone out to set up a stall, and Uncle Zhao has to go to work.
Walking to the house where Uncle Zhao and Aunt Hong lived, Ma Xiaoquan began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets.
In the 1980s, ordinary people usually had a large box in their homes, which contained some soft clothes and some more important things.
He reached down and found a small, locked wooden box at the bottom of the big box.
Pulling out the small wooden box, holding the lock, Ma Xiaoquan twisted it hard, and the lock snapped with a click.
There are several pieces of yellowed paper placed in the wooden box, which are the inspection reports when Aunt Hong was pregnant with her second child. There are also some messages written with a blue pen at the back of the list. It can be seen that these words are written by Aunt Hong.
Well written.
On the back of the last report card, Ma Xiaoquan saw another string of small words written in red pen. Maybe because of the age, the red letters were a little blurry and scattered, but he could still clearly read the words "Rainy Night, Hope" written on it.
The words "Jianglu will never be forgotten".
Ma Xiaoquan knew that this was the place where Aunt Hong's accident happened.
Sighing, Ma Xiaoquan rearranged the report sheets and put them back into the wooden box. Because the lock had been broken by him, he either didn't do it or simply threw away the lock.
Anyway, there is nothing shameful about what he is about to do. Even if Aunt Hong knew about it, she probably wouldn't stop her too much.
At this time, Yuan's voice suddenly came from my mind: "What are you going to do?"
"What else can be done? Go directly and resolve it quickly, once and for all."
"Kill him directly? Didn't you say it's too cheap?"
"Who said I was going to kill someone?" Ma Xiaoquan smiled coldly, "Aunt Hong's lost child, then Mao Jianhua's son will also have to suffer. Besides, my mother's family has to settle the matter with them for the Mao family's regretful marriage.
Let’s settle the accounts. I have to deal with that kid Mao Xiaoqiang first, huh~~”
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Mao Xiaoqiang’s family.
"Ah sneeze~" Mao Xiaoqiang rubbed his nose and muttered to himself, "Why do I feel like someone is always thinking about me?"
Next to Mao Xiaoqiang, Mao's mother was holding a necklace in front of her neck. When she heard her son say this, she frowned slightly and cursed: "You're talking nonsense. You don't even go to class, you just do nothing all day long."
What are you doing? Are you saying that the person I introduced to you a few days ago is fat? Where is the weight? "
Mao Xiaoqiang pursed his lips: "I just don't like it anyway. It's far worse than Zhao Minglan and Yuan Lan."
"You kid, why do you still miss Zhao Minglan and Yuan Lan?"
"Mom, you don't understand. Yuan Lan went to Rose City. I don't have to think about it anymore. But Zhao Minglan is back and is still in Zhuoyi's laboratory. Why can't I think about it too much."
Mao's mother put down the necklace and persuaded: "We treated the Yuan family so much, and the Yuan family will definitely ignore us. That Zhao Minglan, haven't you heard that a young man named Yang Lei who is with him has been pursuing her?
Yang Lei is the half-brother of the factory shrew Zhao Haitang. What’s wrong, do you still want to provoke Zhao Haitang?”
"No, no, I have met Zhao Haitang a few times. She is pretty, but I heard that he is a shoe-breaker. I just feel that none of the ones you introduced to me are as good-looking as Yuan Lan and Zhao Minglan."
"Okay, hurry up and go to work. Your dad has told you this several times. It's hard for your dad to answer to the higher-ups like this."
Mao Xiaoqiang rolled his eyes, climbed out of bed, and responded impatiently while getting dressed.
After leaving the house with a bang, Ma Xiaoqiang lit a cigarette, leaned against the corridor and started smoking.
He had just taken two puffs when a hand came out of nowhere and knocked the cigarette out of his mouth.
Mao Xiaoqiang suddenly became angry and turned around to get angry, when he saw a man who looked to be less than twenty years old holding a box of cigarettes dangling in front of his eyes.
Mao Xiaoqiang narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Who are you?"
The man handed the cigarette in his hand to Mao Xiaoqiang and said with a smile: "I am Ma Xiaohu, Zhao Minglan's cousin. Brother Mao, don't you remember me?"
Mao Xiaoqiang had long forgotten about Ma Xiaohu (Ma Xiaoquan), but when he heard the three words "Zhao Minglan", his eyes suddenly lit up.
I was thinking about Zhao Minglan just now, and now his cousin comes to see me. What a coincidence.
Mao Xiaoqiang put away the cigarette, took out a new one and lit it, took a puff, and exhaled a cloud of mist and said, "What's wrong? You have something to do with me?"
"Hmm~"
"What's the matter?" Mao Xiaoqiang pretended not to care and looked at the other person with raised eyebrows.