Rebirth of the Wild Age

Song Weiyang looked for a private detective this time and did not show up in person, but instead asked the bodyguard to walk around and leave his phone number.

If you find one goal and give 5,000 yuan for the early-stage activity expenses of 3,000 yuan, you will get a bonus of 2,000 yuan if you find the three goals. This is definitely a big business. Throwing that detective out of other business with excitement, he dedicated himself to helping Song Weiyang find someone, and it took only four weeks to get it done perfectly.

Hong Weiguo took back the information provided by the detective. In addition to the text description, there were also some secret photos.

For the grandfather Song Xinghua, who had never met before, his father's previous narrative was a bit wrong.

Song Xinghua started teaching at Hujiang University in 1951. In the autumn of 1952, he was merged into Shenghai Jiaotong University along with the faculties and departments. Six months later, he was transferred to the Shenghai Second Machinery Manufacturing School to teach. In the second year when Song Shumin went to the countryside to be an educated youth, Song Xinghua was transferred to the branch of Shenghai Institute of Machinery. Shenghai University School of Business Administration retired.

Those school changes were messy. For example, the School of Business Administration of Shenghai University where Song Xinghua retired was actually the reform of the Light Industry Branch of Shenghai Institute of Mechanical Engineering.

In other words, the last school Song Xinghua taught was not Shenghai University of Science and Technology as Song Shumin mentioned, but a branch campus of Shenghai University.

In the name of searching for relatives, the private detective first went to the Polytechnic University to find someone, but it was not found on the list of faculty files. He had to start from Hujiang University, but the school was divided up in the early days of the founding of the People’s Republic of China. The departments were merged into Fudan University, East China Normal University, Shenghai Finance, East China Political Science and Law, and Shenghai Jiaotong University.

Then, from the address given by Song Weiyang, the private detective speculated that Song Xinghua was later transferred to Shenghai Institute of Mechanical Engineering and stayed at the branch school as a faculty member. But this came into a dead end again, because the School of Mechanical Engineering was later the Polytechnic University, and the detective had already checked it at the Polytechnic University, and there was no such person on the file.

While re-investigating, the private investigator met a professor of Polytechnic University in his 40s. The professor's father was a colleague with Song Xinghua, and the two families lived on the same floor, door to door.

After giving advice, the private detective rushed for several days and finally determined that Song Xinghua lived in an old teaching and administrative building in Hongkou District-the original site of the Light Industry Branch of the School of Mechanical Engineering and the School of Business Administration of Shenghai University.

...

The heavy rain continued for several days, and finally the sky cleared. Song Weiyang drove the van to Hongkou.

This place is full of tall buildings, but there are also many dilapidated blocks, and Song Weiyang's goal of this trip is that the word "demolition" is also written on the wall.

After waiting in the van for more than three hours, the mobile phone was thrown up by the snake. Hong Weiguo suddenly said, "It seems that the old man has come out."

Song Weiyang put down the phone and saw a gray-haired old man who was stumbling along with a cane. His right leg was a little lame. Every time he had to sell his left leg first, and then drag his right leg forward, the vegetable basket hanging on his elbow also shook.

When Song Xinghua approached, Song Weiyang got out of the car suddenly and said, "Master, do you want to demolish here?"

"Demolition, we will demolish in two months." Song Xinghua squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and suddenly felt kind, because this young man looked like his son.

Song Weiyang asked: "How to calculate the compensation for demolition?"

Song Xinghua smiled and said: "For a house in the suburbs, or 160,000 compensation, choose one of the two."

"Which one did you choose?" Song Weiyang said.

"Of course it's the money. The suburban houses are too biased." Song Xinghua said.

Song Weiyang asked again, "Where will you live in the future?"

Song Xinghua said: "Move to my son-in-law's house."

Song Weiyang said: "Are you living alone now? Why don't you move to your son-in-law's house earlier and let them take care of you?"

"The son-in-law's house is too young to live in." Song Xinghua said.

"Then you are planning to move in after the demolition?" Song Weiyang said.

Perhaps because of the inexplicable intimacy, Song Xinghua was defenseless against Song Weiyang and explained in detail: "My grandson is about to get married, and the new house has been selected. The demolition money that I have paid is just the down payment for him. My granddaughter is going to university too. She said she wants to live on campus. When the two younger ones move out, the old one will move there."

"Are you going to buy groceries? I'll help you." Song Weiyang said.

Song Xinghua said: "What's your name, young man?"

Song Weiyang said: "The surname is Mu."

"Oh, the last name is Mu." Song Xinghua felt a little disappointed.

Song Weiyang said: "I am also an employee of a real estate company, and the boss sent me here to investigate the market."

Song Xinghua said: "In Hongkou, many places are undergoing demolition this year. Your company wants to develop and buy land as soon as possible."

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Do you still know real estate?"

Song Xinghua said: "Why don't you understand? Before liberation, my father-in-law was a real estate agent and he built many houses in Zhabei."

Song Weiyang helped Song Xinghua to the vegetable market. The old man was careless when buying vegetables. Because of the difference of five cents, he went to seven or eight stalls in a row. When the stall owner weighed the food, he still couldn't believe it, so he held the scale and re-handled it.

Song Weiyang said: "Uncle, you have a retirement salary, why do you have to be so frugal?"

"It's a little bit to save a little, it's not easy to make money." Song Xinghua said with emotion.

After wandering around the vegetable market, Song Xinghua bought half a catty of vegetables and stood in front of the meat stall for a few seconds, but he was not willing to buy a couple of meat.

Song Weiyang helped him out of the vegetable market and said with a smile: "Master, I'm leaving now. Goodbye!"

"Wait a minute," Song Xinghua shouted suddenly, "Does your family have any relatives whose surname is Song?"

Song Weiyang said, "It shouldn't be there."

Song Xinghua asked again: "Then do you know Song Weijun?"

Song Weiyang said: "I don't know much."

"Oh." Song Xinghua leaned on crutches and slowly left with his lame leg.

...

In the evening, it was getting dark.

Song Weiyang drove to a roadside noodle stall and asked, "Boss, what noodles do you have here?"

The noodle stall is run by a couple. The boss has gray hair, but is very strong. His hands are stubby, rough and powerful. The lady boss has short hair, a little wrinkles on her face, and her shirt has been washed white.

It is Song Weiyang's uncle Li Chenggong and aunt Song Weihong.

The noodle stall has no tables, only some small mazas, and customers need to sit there holding bowls to eat.

Song Weihong greeted warmly: "Sir, sit down. We have Yangchun noodles, three prawn noodles, beef noodles, chicken noodles, tea eggs and salted duck eggs. Our three prawn noodles are delicious, our signature dishes, gentlemen. Do you want two bowls?"

Song Weiyang sat down on the pony sack and said with a smile: "Then come two bowls of three-prawn noodles, and put two tea eggs."

"Okay, come right away!" Li Chenggong shouted heartily.

Song Weihong asked, "Should I peel the tea eggs? It is not convenient for you to sit. I can help peel them."

"Then it will be troublesome." Song Weiyang said.

Hong Weiguo sat down with his back against Song Weiyang, motionless, but his eyes monitored the surroundings like a radar.

Song Weiyang asked, "Madam boss, why don't you make a few tables? It's more convenient for customers to eat noodles."

Song Weihong smiled and said, "The city manager has to catch it. It's not easy to run with a table."

Song Weiyang asked: "Are you a laid-off worker?"

Song Weihong said: "I was laid off last year~www.wuxiamtl.com~ my spouse was laid off this year."

"Very hard, right?" Song Weiyang said.

"It's okay," Song Weihong said, "it is more practical than working in the factory, selling a bowl of noodles to make a bowl of money, and staying in the factory can't tell which day the salary will be paid."

Song Weiyang asked: "How's your income?"

"You can't die from starvation, you can't get rich," Song Weihong said, pointing to a few stalls next door, "There are too many laid-off workers, and many of them are selling food at stalls. Business is not very good."

After chatting for a while, the noodles were cooked.

Song Weihong came over with her face to face. As the sky was dark, she could only see Song Weiyang's appearance when she approached. She was a little surprised and said, "Mr. What is your last name?"

Song Weiyang said: "The surname is Mu."

"Oh," Song Weihong forced a smile, "Mr. Mu, your face is better."

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl walked quickly, wearing jeans and a big ponytail, and shouted from afar: "Dad, mom, is business okay today?"

Li Chenggong said angrily: "Why are you here again? The college entrance examination is coming soon, go home and review your homework!"

The girl smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm sure of the college entrance examination. Mom, take a break, I'll help you greet the guests."

"Without your help, your main task is to prepare for the college entrance examination, go back quickly!" Song Weihong said.

The girl curled her lips: "My brother took his girlfriend home, just a little bit in our house. When he goes back, he will be a light bulb for them."

The couple's faces darkened, and they couldn't say anything, but they felt more and more owed to their two children.

The girl placed a horse and sat down, just facing Song Weiyang. Suddenly she shouted in surprise: "Are you Song Weiyang? I have seen your cover photo in Youth Magazine!"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Little sister, you have admitted the wrong person."

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