Bailashqiong’s grandmother is Zhang Huilan, who married Mr. Bai in the 1960s. It is said that Bai Tingli encountered difficulties when he was doing business as a young man. Zhang Huilan sold a Hetian jade three-piece Ruyi that was passed down from his family to help Bai Tingli get through the difficult period.
I had only met her once before, when I helped Bai Tingli pack away his belongings. The impression the old lady gave me was that she was kind and amiable, taking everything slowly and not in a hurry.
It is hard to imagine that it was her who spread rumors in the Second Cotton Factory and finally forced Wang Xiaoqin to hang herself.
"Yunfeng, are you tight?"
Xiaoxuan tried the bandage.
"Okay, okay, let's cut it off."
I applied medicine to my thigh and put two bandages on it. It feels much better. There is no big problem in walking. Just don't kick your feet too much.
At this time, he reminded me: "Yunfeng, we are working on two fronts. You can inquire about Zhang Huilan through Bailash Qiong, and Douya and I will continue to search in the factory."
"I know the trick."
"Don't be careless, I feel that the old lady may not be simple."
"You mean Grandma Bailashqiong?"
Nod your head in default.
Manager You died of gas at home, and the old man of the Bai family had just been buried a few days ago. The remaining people in the auditorium were on vacation. Bailash Qiong, who was hit hard, had no time to run the auditorium. I heard that someone came to the door with two orders.
She turned down all the business.
Before I left, my love mentor Dou Yazai analyzed this with me:
"Fengzi, believe me, a woman's defense is most vulnerable in this state. At this time, you should take the initiative to accompany her, get close to her, take care of her, enlighten her, find the right opening, and take advantage of it. It will be very easy to succeed.
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"Boss Bai, are you not in the auditorium?" At around 8 o'clock in the evening, I went to the auditorium, pushed the door and locked it.
"You...who are you?" Bailashqiong's voice sounded a bit drunk on the phone.
"you've been drinking?"
"Beep...beep," she suddenly hung up.
I called again, and this time I said directly: "I, it's me, Boss Bai, I'm Xiang Yunfeng."
"Xiang...Xiang Yunfeng?"
"What do you want from me?"
I smiled and said, "I have nothing to do, I just want to talk to you, have a meal or something, haha..."
There was a blind tone on the phone.
She hung up again.
"Fuck..."
I looked at my phone in shock, wondering why this was different from what Dou Sprout said.
She ignored me, how could I take advantage of her?
I shamelessly called, but this time the person simply stopped answering, and my phone kept ringing...
"Why....."
Looking at the closed door of the auditorium, I sighed helplessly and turned to leave.
Not far away, the Bin Tower stood in the square in the night. It was less than nine o'clock in the evening, and there were many old people and children playing in the square. I took a look at the small building behind the Bin Tower, and it felt familiar yet strange.
Just as I was about to leave, Bai Shiqiong suddenly sent me a text message.
"Go to the canteen in the square to buy two bottles of wine and come to the dirt yard behind the auditorium."
I typed a reply: "Go right away."
"Dirt field" is what people here call it. It is the place where wheat was harvested and haystacks were piled in the past. Now there is less farming in the area. The dirt yard behind the auditorium has been abandoned for many years and has not been touched.
At that time, the square canteen was located to the north of Binta, not far from the road. The owner was a middle-aged woman in her forties, with a figure comparable to Tingting.
The canteen in the square was very small. When I opened the door and walked in, I saw a fat woman knitting a sweater with her head down.
"Bring me a bag of red jade and two bottles of wine."
"What kind of wine do you want?"
I said just get two bottles of higher alcohol content.
The fat woman threw the cigarette on the table and got two bottles of Erguotou.
"9 yuan."
I threw her ten dollars, and just as she opened the drawer to look for my money, the fat woman suddenly seemed to remember something. She raised her head and looked at me suspiciously, her eyes looking a little flustered.
"Is something wrong?" I tugged on the money, but she didn't let go.
