"Although your son died in a car accident, he did not receive compensation. You are lying outside by claiming that you have been relying on the money from your son's compensation for your retirement. The money for your retirement was actually given to you by Wang Jiangong."
Zhang Fan suddenly said.
Wang Lianhai's crutch, which was about to hit Zhang Fan, suddenly stopped, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Fan.
What Zhang Fan just said was not directly reflected in Wang Lianhai's appearance, but was inferred by Zhang Fan based on Wang Lianhai's appearance, Wang Lianhai's clothing and the decoration environment of the house.
Through Zhang Fan's investigation of Wang Lianhai, we learned that Wang Lianhai's main income before the age of 60 came from farming, and he did not have a particularly large income. After the age of 60, he stopped doing farm work because of a lung disease.
, considered retired.
Wang Lianhai's son took over the family's land, but he failed to live up to his expectations. He ate and drank whatever he could get from the land, and eventually his wife divorced him. During this period, Wang Lianhai's family's life was difficult.
He was very poor, and Wang Lianhai barely had enough to eat from hundreds of families.
Five years ago, Wang Lianhai's son died in a car accident. It was rumored that he lost a large sum of money. Since then, Wang Lianhai has lived a good life.
The decoration of Wang Lianhai's home is very good compared to other people in the village, and his clothes are also quite classy, like an old man with a high retirement salary.
But judging from Wang Lianhai's appearance, he has not yet received the money that the perpetrator should have paid to his son.
Wang Lianhai's wife and children passed away, and Wang Jiangong was the closest blood relative to him in the world. Combined with Wang Jiangong's previous reaction when Zhang Fan mentioned Wang Lianhai, Zhang Fan made such a conjecture!
Although Wang Jiangong told Wang Lianhai that he would not tell anyone about their true relationship, Zhang Fan revealed the truth with just a few words, causing Wang Lianhai to be shaken.
"You...are you really Jiangong's close friends?"
Wang Lianhai hesitated for a moment, put down the crutch he raised, looked at Zhang Fan and Fang Yan and confirmed.
"Of course, otherwise, how would we know so much in detail?"
Zhang Fan added, since the guess is correct, let's continue acting.
"Then... please come to the house."
Wang Lianhai took the initiative to move out of the way.
Zhang Fan and Fang Yan entered the living room of Wang Lianhai's house together. The three of them sat down and Wang Lianhai poured them a cup of tea.
"Jiangong is devoted to the study of the Xixia royal tombs. I don't know why he is so interested in this place where the dead are buried."
Wang Lianhai sighed and shook his head, "He once told me that if he could restore the original structure of the royal tomb on paper before he died, he would die without regrets!"
Hearing Wang Lianhai's words, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.
"By the way, you just came here to simply see me?
Or is there something else?"
Wang Lianhai asked.
Before Zhang Fan could answer, Wang Lianhai's cell phone rang. Wang Lianhai squinted his presbyopic eyes and looked at the handwriting on the phone the size of an adult's little finger, and said: "This is from Jiangong..."
After saying that, he picked up. Fang Yan's expression tightened, and his eyes when he looked at Zhang Fan were full of worry. Zhang Fan gave Fang Yan a look to indicate that it was okay.
Zhang Fan's purpose was to let Wang Jiangong know that he had learned about the close relationship between Wang Jiangong and his uncle, and to put psychological pressure on Wang Jiangong. Now he was taking this opportunity to let Wang Lianhai convey this situation to Wang Jiangong.
"Hey, Jiangong, you have two young friends coming to see me..." Wang Lianhai answered the phone and said.
"Two young friends?"
Wang Jiangong first repeated in confusion, and then said seriously, "Uncle, what are you talking about?"
Wang Lianhai recounted to Wang Jiangong the appearance of Zhang Fan and Fang Yan and what had just happened.
"Hiss...sigh..." Wang Jiangong sighed heavily.
"What's wrong?
They...they are not your close friends?
Was I deceived by them?"
Hearing something was wrong in Wang Jiangong's voice, Wang Lianhai asked subconsciously.
"He is my close friend."
In order not to worry his uncle, Wang Jiangong replied.
"Uncle, give the phone to that young man."
Wang Jiangong said.
"Oh, okay..." Wang Lianhai responded, and then handed the phone to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan had just put the phone to his ear when he heard Wang Jiangong's voice, "When will you come back and let's chat?"
"We'll go back now. You can wait for us in the office and help us get two meals from your cafeteria."
Zhang Fandao said that it was noon when the two of them went back, and they took advantage of the chat to finish lunch.
"Okay, then I'll wait for you."
Wang Jiangong responded.
Zhang Fan and Fang Yan said goodbye to Wang Lianhai, took a car and went straight to the Xixia Tomb Museum. After arriving at the museum, Zhang Fan and Fang Yan went directly to Wang Jiangong's office.
Seeing Zhang Fan and Fang Yan, Wang Jiangong's face clearly showed a hint of displeasure. He suppressed the displeasure in his heart, looked at Zhang Fan and Fang Yan and said, "Sit down, that's the food for you."
Zhang Fan and Fang Yan were already hungry. After sitting on the sofa, they started eating without being polite.
"How do you know that I support my uncle?"
Wang Jiangong first asked his inner question.
"It was inferred based on your uncle's appearance and family environment."
Zhang Fan took a bite of minced pork and pickled beans and replied.
"Facial appearance?"
Wang Jiangong was a little surprised, "You know how to read faces?"
"Well, I am a person of the same lineage as divination."
Zhang Fan replied, then raised his head and glanced at Wang Jiangong, "I understand your situation as well."
Wang Jiangong subconsciously shrank his neck, the feeling of being seen through was really uncomfortable.
After a brief silence, Wang Jiangong said seriously: "Why are you inquiring about my relationship with my uncle?"
"In order to get the true dragon's feet."
Zhang Fan said frankly.
"How can there be any real dragon feet in this royal tomb? I haven't seen it after all these years of research. What's wrong with you people?"
There was a hint of helplessness in Wang Jiangong's voice, "The only footprint in this tomb is that of a fire unicorn."
"What about the fire unicorn's footprints? You were deceived. Those are the real dragon's footprints."
Fang Yan answered.
"Do you have any basis for this?"
Wang Jiangong said.
"I..." Fang Yan was afraid of leaking the secret, so he didn't answer the call.
"I heard from your uncle that you said something like this: If you could restore the original structure of the royal tomb on paper before you died, would you die without regrets?"
Zhang Fan asked while eating.
"Yes, I have said this. I regard restoring the original structure of the royal tombs as my lifelong pursuit. I also want to see what this magnificent Xixia royal tomb looks like."
Wang Jiangong talks about his career very seriously.