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Two people came out from the backyard, and Kuba helped the person to sit in the car.
“I don’t understand, knowing he would be so disheartened, why didn’t you stop him at the beginning?”
The elder sat down, placed his cane properly, and adjusted his coat.
“Disheartened is good, disheartened is good, one mountain cannot contain two tigers, if he became promising, wouldn’t I be in danger?”
Kuba went to drive and looked back at him.
“Then why did you give him the sample?”
“Helping me to solve the big trouble of Song Yuhang, there should be some reward, right? Just getting the sample, without the formula, is useless.”
Enlightened by a reminder from the elder, Kuba had a realization.
“Song, that cop is our biggest obstacle in the city bureau, without her, it must be much easier to ship out goods in the future.”
The elder opened his eyes, a sharp flash passing by.
“That might not necessarily be the case, after all, not everyone is our person; the batch of goods in half a month is very important, we can start to make arrangements now.”
Kuba nodded: “Yes.”
At the Lin residence.
Butler Lin gently woke Lin Youyuan.
“Master, the young master is here to see you.”
Lin Ge stood beside the bed holding two boxes of gifts, and as he saw him slowly awakening, hurriedly put the things down and stepped forward.
“Uncle Lin…”
A hint of relief appeared in the murky eyes of Lin Youyuan.
“You’ve come.”
As he spoke, a mist formed on the oxygen mask, and the butler stepped forward to gently remove it.
Lin Youyuan coughed a few times, signaling the butler to raise the bed a bit higher.
Lin Ge took the initiative to do so and also took a pillow from the side to place behind him.
“Uncle Lin, are you feeling better now?”
Lin Youyuan coughed and covered his lips with a handkerchief. After a lengthy cough, he gasped for breath and said, “It’s the old ailment, did you come here for something?”
“Nothing much, just came to see you,” Lin Ge said, pulling up the blanket for him.
“Is it because the workers in the factory below gave you a hard time again?” Lin Youyuan coughed twice before continuing.
Lin Ge’s lips always bore a modest smile.
“No, it’s common for employees to be unruly when I’m new.”
With Lin Youyuan seriously ill, the company’s affairs were gradually handed over to him and several senior executives. These executives were veterans at Jingtai, deeply rooted in the company. Especially a few people in the customs department controlled the import and export channels of Jingtai’s factories. Without Lin Youyuan’s signature, the medicine could not be produced on a large scale, let alone be exported overseas.
He spoke these words with his eyes lowered, showing utmost respect.
Lin Youyuan coughed a few times, gesturing to the butler to bring over a document.
The hand that was getting an infusion shakily uncapped the pen, Lin Youyuan pressed down on the paper and wrote his name in a crooked manner.
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“You’re helping me, I can’t treat you poorly…cough cough…” he handed the signed document to him.
“Take this to the company, from tomorrow, you are the vice president of the group.”
Lin Ge declined: “This… isn’t right Uncle Lin, helping our own family, there’s no such thing as treating poorly. Yanyan is no longer here, helping you is what I should do.”
The fleeting joy in Lin Ge’s eyes didn’t escape Lin Youyuan’s, similarly, when Lin Yan was mentioned, the sorrow that surfaced on Lin Youyuan’s face didn’t escape his observation either.
Two smart people were silently contesting.
Lin Youyuan started coughing violently, Lin Ge stood up to pat his back, when he leaned over and saw his sparse white hair on the top of his head, his heart still had an indescribable feeling.
Lin Ge and his father looked alike, both having sharp brows and starry eyes, incredibly handsome, and their temperaments were similarly gentle, if it weren’t for those things that happened later.
Lin Youyuan suddenly felt somewhat sentimental.
“You said it yourself, our own people, no need to be so polite.”
Lin Ge stared at his uncle’s graying hair: “Uncle, why are you so good to me?”
Ever since Lin Ge could remember, he had never seen his father. The only people by his side were his mother and this uncle in name.
His mother wanted him to be well-behaved, sensible, obedient, and not to make a fuss. Only Lin Yuyuan would buy him toy guns, airplanes, tanks, cannons, and all sorts of things that boys liked. When he wasn’t busy with work, he would play with him and even willingly let him ride on his back as if he were a horse.
It was Lin Youyuan who taught him how to play golf, hand by hand.
If it weren’t for witnessing those filthy and vile things, he and Lin Youyuan wouldn’t have ended up where they were today.
Hearing him ask this, the old man smiled with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.
“Your dad passed away early. It was only right for me to take care of you and your mother. By the way, how is your mother doing lately, how is her health?”
Mentioning his mom, the last bit of reluctance in Lin Ge’s heart completely disappeared.
He lowered the medical bed and tucked him in properly.
“She’s much better now. Once she can walk, we’ll come to see you together. Don’t worry about it, you just focus on getting better.”
“Visiting time is about to end,” he said, picking up the document and standing up to take his leave: “I’ll go back to being busy then, and come to visit you another day.”
Lin Youyuan nodded, and the butler put the oxygen mask back on him.
As he walked out of the corridor, Jin Xia was holding a lunchbox, headed this way with several people.
“Young Master.”
Several servants passed by him and bowed slightly.
Jin Xia paused for a moment and nodded to him in greeting.
“Master Lin Ge came to see the old master again, truly showing filial piety.”
Lin Ge gave a respectful smile and stuffed a test tube into her palm from his sleeve.
“It’s only right. Auntie working hard every day to cook and deliver meals to Uncle is the real effort. If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to work.”
Jin Xia nodded, and the two of them left one after another.
When she reached the corner, Jin Xia instructed the servants, “You all can leave now. The old master likes quiet, I’ll deliver it myself.”
“Yes.” The servants respectfully departed.
Jin Xia opened the meal box, standing in the dead angle of the surveillance camera, she took out that blue test tube, bit her teeth hard, and resolutely pulled out the stopper, pouring everything into the porridge. She stirred it evenly with a spoon, took a deep breath, and with a smile as beautiful as a flower, she pushed open the door of the sickroom.
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“Old master, I’ve come to bring you your meal.”
After work every day, Song Yuhang would stake out near the Huange Nightclub.
It took the duration of smoking a pack of cigarettes for the person she was waiting for to come out.
She stamped out her cigarette butt, stood up, and bumped into that person’s shoulder.
“Sorry, sorry…”
The fat-headed, big-eared man, drunk as a skunk, pointed at her nose and cursed: “Be… be careful around your grandpa!”
Song Yuhang nodded and bowed with a smile, waiting for the man to walk away before touching the membership card in her pocket, a smile appearing on her lips.
She returned to the roadside where Zheng Chengrui and the others had been waiting in the car for a while.
She passed over the card: “How about it, can you duplicate it?”
Zheng Chengrui took it, examined the material, saw the barcode on it, gave it a light flick, and opened his computer.
“I’ll give it a try.”
While he was duplicating the magnetic card’s content, Duan Cheng leaned over the front seatback.
“Captain Song, why are we coming to a place like this? Don’t tell me it’s also for…”
Even though she no longer worked at the city bureau, Duan Cheng was still used to calling her that.
Before the words “seeking pleasure” could come out, Fang Xin grabbed him and pulled him back.
“Use your pig brain to think, it must be for investigating a case.”
Song Yuhang tapped her fingertips on the steering wheel, watching them bicker, the smile on her lips somewhat bitter.
“That’s right, but don’t ask what specifically we’re investigating, it’s for your own good.”
Duan Cheng muttered, “You say that, Sister Lin also says that…”
Before he could finish, Fang Xin slapped him again and gave him a look.
Song Yuhang closed her mouth and stopped talking, her smile also disappeared.
During the awkward moment, Zheng Chengrui handed back the original card to her: “Captain Song, I’ve duplicated the barcode, but printing it out still needs time. How about this, I’ll take it home and rush it tonight, and we can meet here again tomorrow to give it to you.”
Song Yuhang thought for a moment: “Cheng, that would be troubling you.”
“It’s no trouble, should be done.” Zheng Chengrui closed his computer, ready to get out of the car, but Duan Cheng was still looking at the neon lights flashing outside.
“So lively…”
The entrance of the Huange Nightclub was indeed bustling with people coming and going.
Song Yuhang looked at the card in her hand, then at them.
“Since we’re here, why not go in and take a look?”
Their eyes lit up, and they all nodded in agreement.
The group of three went straight to the entrance, with Fang Xin waiting in the car. Zheng Chengrui put on a hat, pretending to be that fat-eared man, supported by Song Yuhang and Duan Cheng as they staggered inside.
“Hello, please show your membership card.”
Song Yuhang handed over the card, and the other side swiped it on the machine. It passed verification, but the bouncer still looked at them suspiciously.
Zheng Chengrui’s height and build were very similar to the man who had just left, the only variable was his face.
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The other side came forward, seeming to want to get a clear look at his face.
“Why has Mr. Li come back again?”
Duan Cheng shoved the person away: “What are you looking at, what are you looking at, if our boss wants to come for some fun, is it any of your business?! Or are you saying you don’t welcome returning customers, fine, we’ll just leave then, boss—”
Song Yuhang also propped up one of Zheng Chengrui’s arms.
“Boss, let’s go.”
Seeing the situation turning sour, another waiter in a black suit at the entrance hurried over to stop them.
“Mr. Li is a regular customer here, how could we possibly not welcome him, please come inside, please come inside.”
“That’s more like it.”
Zheng Chengrui acted drunk the whole way, supported by two people as they walked in. Duan Cheng specifically chose a dimly lit semi-enclosed booth and placed him on the sofa.
Song Yuhang observed the interior of the Huange Nightclub, finding it a hidden gem.
The building was not tall, only two stories, but such a long corridor had only one spiral staircase, requiring one to pass through there regardless of going up or down.
LP: ​Worst father!!! Taking care of your nephew but not your daughter? Scam!!!
I’m very resentful this old fart havent die yet
I’m very resentful this old fart havent die yet