Wen Rensheng quickly returned to his villa. As soon as he and Li Shuangyue approached the villa, they heard Brother De's puzzled voice coming from the hall:
"Old Wu, what's going on? You go to the bathroom as soon as you enter my house? It's not enough to go to one place, but you have to go to them all? Is there something wrong?"
"Uncle, Teacher Wu may be thinking about our safety. Teacher Zheng said that the bathroom sewer is one of the most common places where strange events occur in families..." This was Zhao Han's voice.
"Tch, with my son here, how can I trouble him? And since I've known him, he doesn't like to meddle in other people's business. There must be something wrong with his behavior today. Xiaohan, please help me think about it. I've been a little confused recently.
mix."
"Teacher Wu just has good intentions. Besides, what use is it to us to think of other people's purposes?"
"Of course it will work. If I can figure it out, I can threaten him and ask him to secretly give me those good wines he no longer drinks."
"But I really can't think of it."
"Even if you can think of it, you can't tell him." Wen Rensheng pushed the door open and interrupted the conversation between the two.
He was the only one who understood what Lao Wu's purpose was—it was just to see if he and Wu Shanshan were living together.
How is that possible?
He was an honest man, and the reason why he asked Old Wu to send the two of them back was to prove to them that he had never had any bad intentions towards his daughter.
After he came in, he was a little surprised, because Brother De was holding a copy of "Forty Thousand Tang Poems" and pretending to read it, but he didn't drink beer like he usually did when he was away.
Zhao Han was reading a book on the side, which was the "Stories of Ancient Things" that he had read in his study.
I didn’t expect Zhao Han to be able to keep an eye on Brother De. Is this just tofu with brine, and one thing reduces another?
Or maybe the other party's narration gave her some hints.
At this time, Lao Wu had already walked down from the second floor, his expression a bit complicated.
"It's okay, you didn't lie as expected," Old Wu came over and patted Wen Rensheng on the shoulder and whispered, "But where is she now?"
"Oh, before coming back, Shanshan went to a specialty store to buy all kinds of high-end ingredients to celebrate my early passing of today's judge selection." Wen Rensheng replied generously.
Hearing this, Lao Wu's face suddenly changed slightly, and then he extended his thumb and said: "Well, he is indeed my Wu Liansong's best friend. In the first year of taking the exam, he will be selected in advance. It seems that I have to stay and give birth to him together."
You celebrated."
"Great, I'm going to have another delicious meal tonight." Zhao Han cheered.
"Okay, what's good? High-end ingredients are also difficult to handle..." Wen Rende threw the book away and leaned on the sofa.
"Uncle, let me rub your shoulders in advance." With a flattering look on his face, Zhao Han came to Wen Rende's sofa and stretched out his hand to press his shoulders.
"Not bad, comfortable. If Asheng is half as filial as you, I will be completely satisfied," Wen Rende said happily, "No wonder people say that daughters are father's caring little cotton-padded jackets. I am only 37 years old, I should still have time to raise her.
A daughter."
"Brother De, you didn't drink today. Do you think you can drift off?" Wen Rensheng sat on the sofa and took out his mobile phone.
Lao Wu also sat on the sofa and turned on the TV to watch.
Li Shuangyue went to the bathroom silently and without any presence.
Wen Rende turned a deaf ear to Wen Rensheng's words. Seeing Lao Wu's behavior, he rolled his eyes and said directly: "Hey, Lao Wu, do you really want to stay for dinner? There is no reason to be a guest empty-handed, we are all traditional
Chinese people, don’t forget the etiquette left by our ancestors. It just so happens that your home is not far from here, so hurry up and give your two bottles of Gujing Gong..."
"There is no wine, and I still want to eat the dinner you made with nothing." Old Wu said matter-of-factly while watching the news.
Wen Rende immediately said in pain: "It's true that the world is deteriorating and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. Who gave you this for granted? I finally understand why the Internet can make up "If a friend comes from afar, he will be punished even if he is far away". That's all
Someone with a basic life..."
Wen Rensheng ignored the nonsense between the two and was reading the news on the "Secret Key".
It contains the contacts he has accumulated over the past three years, ranging from inspection departments to personal relationships. It is highly confidential and is a general APP in the mysterious field.
Because it is developed and maintained by the palace, some people deliberately avoid using it. The frequency of use of this APP is actually an implicit evaluation method.
Not only does it cost nothing to use this APP, but if you insist on checking in every day, you can also get a monthly subsidy. It's not a matter of 10 or 20 cents, but 10 or 8 yuan...
So those who use it every day are not necessarily good people; but those who don't use it every day, there must be something wrong with it.
He sent Inspector Liu what he had just seen and heard at Xu's house through this APP.
"Thank you, Manager Wenren, for the information. There have been a lot of things going on here recently. Xu Qingshu's matter is being followed up, but it's just inconvenient to take action at the moment. We suspect there is something deeper behind them," the other party replied instantly.
"Thank you for your hard work." Wen Rensheng typed.
He was not surprised by this. The principle of the Inspectorate is - when faced with mystery, never be impatient unless necessary.
These twelve characters may seem ordinary, but they are accumulated from countless mysterious natural disasters filled with blood and tears in history.
As long as the mysterious incident does not show signs of affecting the public and can be confined to a small area, the Inspectorate will not take action rashly.
They will only continue to follow and dig deeper to find out the root cause as much as possible. When they are confident enough, they will go online in one fell swoop.
At this time, Wen Rende, who was having his shoulders rubbed, said to Zhao Han behind him: "Xiao Han, don't you have to take the exam next week? Although there is no pressure to fail this time, your grades are better and you can get a lot of benefits and benefits.
As for the allowance, you should go to warm up your studies, and you don’t need to help with the meals this week."
"I'm stupid and spending more time studying won't be of much use." Zhao Hanhun said nonchalantly.
"Well," Wen Rende glanced at her, then suddenly turned to Wen Rensheng and said, "Xiao Sheng, I remember telling you a story when I was a child."
Wen Rensheng didn't take his eyes away, just looking down at his phone.
Wen Rende said to himself: "Once upon a time, there was an old rich man. He had two sons. Before he died, he didn't know which one he wanted to pass on the family property to. So he asked his servant to bring two rotten axes and gave them to the elder.
My son and younger son, let them go up to the mountain to cut firewood tomorrow, and who will inherit the family property will be decided based on the amount of firewood at sunset."
"It must be..." Zhao Han was about to answer, but Wen Rende reached out and slapped him...
She was stunned, and then heard Rende continue: "Then the eldest son set out with the ax in the early morning, while the younger son ate well, slept well, and got up early to sharpen the axe. Finally, at sunset, the eldest son only brought a small amount with him.
He came back with weeds and rotten wood, and the younger son came back with a lot of bundled high-quality firewood. Asheng, do you know how this old rich man distributes his family property?"
Zhao Han finally couldn't help it anymore and said proudly: "It must be for the younger son, because the younger son knows how to sharpen a knife and chop wood."
When Wen Rende heard this, he looked at her strangely, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Of course it's for the eldest son," Wen Rensheng said without raising his head. "In your story, the old rich man only said that it would be determined by how much he cut down, but he didn't say that he would inherit the family property if he cut more. The eldest son is stupid and will be strict.
I must listen to the old rich man’s last words. The younger son is smart and can think of a better way. Then let the younger son go out to develop and keep the older son to guard the family business.”
"Heroes see the same thing... No, like father, like son," Wen Rende said with great satisfaction, and then asked, "Then do you know why I want to tell you this story?"
When Wen Rensheng heard this, he frowned slightly and looked at Brother De seriously. After looking at him for a long time, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly.
Wen Rende was horrified by what he saw and was trembling... He couldn't help but lean towards the direction where Old Wu was sitting, earning him a look of disgust on his face.
"Brother De, if I hadn't confirmed that you had indeed lost your alien species, I would have regarded you as an ancient hermit master."
Having said this, he started to use his mobile phone to look through the information that Wu Shanshan had sent him before.
So is this the real motive of Xu Qingshu?
There is indeed a terrible truth hidden behind the incident of "death of an expert", which makes people shudder.
But right now it's just speculation and there is no evidence.
