Jiangcheng City is the second largest city in the province, and the largest city is the provincial capital.
The third largest city, across the river from Jiangcheng City, is called Linjiang City. Although one is second and the other is third, in terms of prosperity, it is far behind Jiangcheng City. It does not even have an airport.
Two guests came to Jiangcheng International Airport today.
The leader is an old man with gray hair. He is not young, but he is energetic. Except for his white hair, he has very few wrinkles on his face. From the back, he looks thin and has straight shoulders, like a thirty-year-old young man.
Next to him was a middle-aged man in his fifties with a withered face, a clean scalp, and a serious smile.
They were picked up by two energetic young people. In fact, a taller young man with slightly darker skin took over their luggage, bowed and said respectfully with a smile: "Master, there is a car in front of you,"
The stern middle-aged man coughed: "Wei Jia, have you checked everything clearly? That baby is really in the hands of that person?"
The swarthy young man named Wei Jia nodded and smiled: "Yes, Master, I checked everything and gave the woman 100,000 yuan. I said everything,"
"That's good, lead the way," the middle-aged man nodded approvingly.
Wei Jia led the way, followed by the pale old man and the withered middle-aged man, who got into an old Bentley luxury car. Although the car was old, the interior was good and well maintained, and the roar of the engine was still healthy. The interior space is large and it is still quite comfortable to sit inside.
The old man was sitting in the space seat in the back row. He was resting his mind with his eyes closed. He placed two fingers on his knees and tapped rhythmically: "Wei Jia, Lu Yun, you two did a good job on this matter. Wait until the matter comes to an end." Now, let me teach you both skills."
The two young men looked excited: "Thank you, Master Mei. It is our disciple's obligation to work for the Guixian Sect, and it should be done."
The gray-haired old man, whose name is Mei Qiuyu, is the head of the Guixian Sect. He has been in charge of the Guixian Sect for forty years and has made a little-known sect very famous. He has made a name for himself in the world of spiritual practice and is quite famous.
Mei Qiuyu's principle is: use the strong to bully the weak, and the virtuous will keep the treasures.
This time the Guixian Sect received news that an earth-shattering magic weapon was hidden in Linjiang City, so the leader Mei Qiuyu, deputy leader Luo Yihui, and two capable disciples Wei Jia and Lu Yun were sent to the front line to find out the news. I felt that I could eat the other person, so I set out to come.
The background of this treasure is really great. The Guixian sect has a small business and is afraid that it will not be able to eat it. Even if it is eaten, it will not be easy to digest, so there was hesitation in the sect, but Mei Qiuyu hesitated for a moment and decided. Find something in danger.
Mei Qiuyu sat in the car and made up her mind before opening her eyes: "This matter is not trivial. With this treasure, our Guixian Sect may reach the sky in one step, and if it fails, the entire army may be destroyed. The news has not been leaked, right?"
Wei Jia and Lu Yun replied respectfully: "Definitely not, we are sure we have not met any comrades,"
"That's good," Mei Qiuyu closed her eyes and stopped talking.
The Bentley left the airport, did not enter Jiangcheng City, and went directly to the Ring Expressway, passed Jiangge, and went straight to Linjiang City...
The rise of Linjiang City lies in coal mines and factories. In the 1970s and 1980s, state-owned factories smelted steel and made Linjiang City's economy take off.
It is a pity that in the late 1990s, the coal mines were almost the same and the pollution was almost the same. At the same time, the state-owned enterprises and factories had backward technology and outdated systems, and gradually declined. This third-tier city in the country lost its power, leaving only gray streets and dilapidated and sold steel. factory.
There was no one in the steel factory, and there was nothing valuable inside. There was only one middle-aged man left on duty, named Meng, Meng Zhaotong.
Meng Zhaotong has a simple face like a farmer. He was a model worker for five consecutive years, wore a big red flower on his chest, spoke at the factory meeting, and married the factory belle, which was considered a temporary success.
Unfortunately, those who were laid off were all technical pacesetters. Meng Zhaotong was among the first batch of laid-off workers in the 1990s. Since then, his family's finances have been tight, and his wife has become restless.
Someone told him secretly that he saw his wife and the son of the former factory director coming out of the hotel. The honest Meng Zhaotong shook his head and showed a simple smile: "I believe she won't do it. It's impossible..."
The kind man sighed and said no more.
The Bentley parked at the entrance of the steel factory, and those who got off were Mei Qiuyu, Luo Yihui, Wei Jia, and Lu Yun.
At this time, Meng Zhaotong had just taken over the night shift. He was sitting in the factory duty room and turned on the radio. After listening to the broadcast for a while, the phone rang and his coworker Lao Wu called him: "Lao Meng, someone is looking for you."
Meng Zhaotong put away the playing cards on the table, his eyes darkened for a moment, and he turned around and shouted: "Okay, I got it."
Lao Meng turned off the radio, picked up the worn-out mobile phone on the table, and called his son first: "Xiaoyu, listen to what I said and didn't interrupt. Don't ask why,"
My son Xiaoyu was very obedient and felt strange, but he just nodded on the phone: "Yes, I understand, dad, tell me."
"Okay, do as I say. Open the back cover of your mother and I's wedding photo. There is a small flat box. Inside is a long key, two thousand yuan, and a phone number. Take it. Take the key and the money, go out to Jiangcheng City, call the phone number and find a person named Zhang Ruoling, and tell him that the thing was found and I asked you to go, and he will understand and come back to me in a week."
When his son Xiaoyu wanted to ask questions, Meng Zhaotong said in a low voice: "Go quickly."
Xiaoyu agreed.
Meng Zhaotong breathed a sigh of relief and opened his wallet. Inside was a photo, one of Meng Zhaotong when he was young, and a beautiful young woman holding a baby.
This is a family photo of his family.
The honest Meng Zhaotong sighed, with a look of happiness on his face, and took out the photo and hid it close to his body: "I thought this life would pass like this..."
Lao Meng strode out of the duty room and came to the door of the factory. The chairman of the factory's labor union was talking to the guests who came. When he saw Meng Zhaotong, he smiled and said: "Lao Meng, you are here. Our guests are here to attract investment. He said that I carried a gun with you back then, and I have been waiting for you for a long time..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man next to him made a lightning move and punched the union chairman on the back. He fell to the ground without saying a word.
"Meng Zhaotong, right?" When the young man with slightly dark skin smiled, he showed a mouthful of white teeth.
Meng Zhaotong showed no surprise at all and nodded: "I am, what are you going to do?"
"There is a saying that I don't know if you have heard: To benefit the common people, to benefit the world," this young man's eyes were cold, but he showed a gentle smile.
Meng Zhaotong looked at these four people as if he were a mental patient: "What are you talking about? I have never heard of this sentence."
"Stop pretending, we are from the Guixian sect. If we hand over the magic weapon you have kept, we will spare the lives of your whole family," Luo Yihui said coldly.
"Mental illness," the honest Meng Zhaotong turned around and left.
Mei Qiuyu didn't move, Luo Yihui took a step sideways, and two other young people blocked the way: "If you want to leave, it's not that easy. Just hand over the key."
Meng Zhaotong ignored him and kept walking forward.
One of the young men struck him in the ribs like lightning. Meng Zhaotong was about to resist, but he felt a powerful force of true energy coming towards him. He didn't know who was going.
A smile appeared on Mei Qiuyu's face: "Let's go to his house."
Meng Zhaotong's house was divided by a factory in the 1980s, with two bedrooms and one living room. It is now a dangerous building waiting for demolition. Mei Qiuyu was knocked unconscious and thrown to the ground. Sitting next to her was a frightened middle-aged woman, who forced a smile: " What are you doing here? I’ve told you everything I know.”
A smashed and worn-out wedding photo frame was thrown on the ground, with nothing in the secret compartment inside.
Wei Jia sneered and slapped him: "Where is your son?"
"I don't know, maybe it's because school isn't out," the middle-aged woman was confused and a little scared, but she still smiled reluctantly.
Wei Jia slapped him again: "Didn't you tell us that your husband hid something in the wedding photo frame? We gave you the money, but where are the things?"
"I didn't know that thing was so valuable. You said you would give me one hundred thousand, so I took it... I didn't know where this damn old man hid the thing. If not, you can ask him," said the middle-aged man. The women cried and howled.
Mei Qiuyu frowned: "Maybe she really doesn't know. Let's ask the real owner."
Meng Zhaotong was woken up, saw the mess in the house and frowned, "What are you doing?"
Luo Yihui sneered and said: "Stop pretending to us. You sentient beings have been hiding it for many years. A vital magic weapon is hidden here with you. Your wife accidentally let it slip. We gave her one hundred thousand yuan. She told us where you hid your stuff,"
At this time, it is estimated that Xiaoyu has gone far, and Meng Zhaotong decided in his heart: "I am indeed a person in the path of living beings, but the things are no longer with me now,"
"Trying to lie to me," Wei Jia took out his sword and stabbed Meng Zhaotong's thigh. Blood flowed all over the floor. Meng Zhaotong frowned and said nothing.
Luo Yihui grabbed the middle-aged woman, woke her up, and looked at Meng Zhaotong with a sneer: "This woman is your wife. If you don't say anything, I will kill her in front of you."
The middle-aged woman saw blood stains all over the house. Her usually honest and honest husband had blood flowing to the ground, but she still looked calm: "Liu Hong, you have harmed our family."
"Go away, you loser. You've been sitting at home all day long. What's wrong with me earning a hundred thousand yuan? You hurry up and give things to others... No matter how valuable anything is these days, it's not as valuable as money." A middle-aged woman named Liu Hong cried and howled.
This woman is greedy for money.
Meng Zhaotong shook his head and sighed: "You have harmed us, you have harmed us... Some things are more valuable than money. If you want to kill, then kill us."
Wei Jia smiled evilly and stabbed Liu Hong's chest with a sword: "How does it feel to watch your wife die in front of you?"
Mei Qiuyu frowned and asked Luo Yihui next to him: "Has Lu Yun caught up with his son?"
Luo Yihui made a phone call, his face gradually darkened, he shook his head,