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It was 11:30 a.m. London time.

Xian Yaowen's secretary Valerie Hobson sent an urgent telegram to Hong Kong containing a long string of numbers.

Not long after, the Great Eastern Telegraph Office in Hong Kong received a telegram. When the receiver saw the address in the telegram, a happy smile appeared on his face, thinking that he had earned an extra income this month.

She picked up the phone and dialed, "Ms. Fang, there's an urgent telegram for you."

An hour later, the telegram form appeared in Wang Xiamin's hands. She extracted the first 8 digits, took a copy of "The Prophet" from the bookshelf, translated the two letters "CS", scanned the bookshelf, and pulled out another copy of "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe".

Then, other numbers were translated, and the final result was more than two dozen safe deposit box numbers.

He picked up a five-day-old copy of the Nanyang Siang Pau from the table and circled the words one by one on the newspaper according to the encryption rules, eventually forming a paragraph. He transcribed the text and passed it to Qi Weiwen through the intercom.

The next day.

Xian Yaowen sat in the garden of Narcissus Manor, holding a pen and circling words on the "Nanyang Siang Pau". For each word he circled, he wrote a number on the paper. In the blink of an eye, he had circled all the words. He took out a stack of envelopes and wrote a number on the back of each envelope.

After writing the envelope and putting it in his briefcase, Xian Yaowen cleaned up the table and left in his car.

They had to put on a full show. Even though She Agui's funeral arrangements had been handed over to the Xu brothers and sisters, they still had to show up at the charity cemetery today. It would not be good to wait until tomorrow to go up the mountain.

The car drove into Sago Lane, but before reaching the location, Qi Longque slowly stopped the car, looked at the rearview mirror and said, "There is a swaddling cloth, do you want to check it?"

Xian Yaowen raised his head and glanced ahead, "Tingyun, go and take a look. Take protective measures and be careful of infectious diseases."

"Ok."

Xie Tingyun got out of the car, took a mask and gloves from the trunk and put them on. Then he walked forward, squatted in front of the swaddling clothes, observed it carefully with his eyes first, and found nothing abnormal before he started to check it carefully.

Two minutes later, he returned to the rear window and said, "There are wrinkles on his face, his skin is loose and looks very pale, and his teeth are very strange, each of them is missing a piece, like a crescent moon."

Hearing the word "crescent moon", Xian Yaowen's face changed and he said in a deep voice: "It is very likely that you have syphilis from your mother's womb. It is contagious. Go back and take a shower to disinfect yourself."

"Yes."

Xie Tingyun's face turned dark, he looked around, locked onto a rickshaw, and walked over quickly.

Xian Yaowen fanned himself with a newspaper for a while, then rolled up the car window and said to Qi Longque, "It's a bad fate that we met. I'll ask someone to ask Ms. He Mei to give her 200 yuan for the milk powder."

"Yes."

"Let's go."

The car stopped at the location. Xian Yaowen got out of the car, looked at the cradle, and observed a moment of silence for the little life.

There is an unspoken rule regarding abandoned babies in Singapore: healthy babies are thrown in front of the Po Leung Kuk, and dying babies are thrown in front of the Dead Street Coffin House. Usually a red envelope is placed in the cradle as a fee for collecting the body.

Each charity cemetery has an attached sanatorium that specifically accommodates patients with infectious diseases who cannot stay at home and wait to die, old women who have never married, prostitutes who cannot redeem themselves, and abandoned babies.

The sanatorium is not a charity organization. It charges a fee. Patients who can get out of bed and urinate or defecate by themselves are charged 1 yuan per day, and those who cannot take care of themselves are charged 1.5 yuan.

There is a certain degree of charity towards babies. If they have fallen to the point of abandoning their own flesh and blood, don't expect them to have a good conscience or financial conditions. It is normal not to give red envelopes, and the amount of red envelopes will not be large. Most babies do not die so quickly, and they need some money for milk powder. Some babies survive tenaciously and need money for milk powder even more.

Although the charity cemetery has never been a profiteering organization and does not pursue high profits, there are always a few people who rely on the charity cemetery for their livelihood. Doing good deeds occasionally is okay, but it is unsustainable if it becomes a habit. The money for milk powder can only be obtained by begging, and dying mothers and prostitutes often donate generously. They did not get any good from the world, but they left beauty to the world.

However, the business of abandoning babies is more popular than waiting for death. People abandon their children every now and then, but there are people waiting for death in the nursing home every day. When the nursing home cried out that it could not bear the huge mountain of milk powder money, Ms. He Mei made a brilliant appearance.

For those who pass away at home, family members generally do not touch the bodies of their loved ones. On the one hand, they are afraid of being infected by the virus. On the other hand, they believe that the soul remains in the body after death. If the deceased is touched by their relatives, they will feel heartbroken and unable to leave, and eventually become a wandering ghost.

At this time, Ms. He Mei would take on the task of transporting the corpse, carrying the corpse to the charity cemetery.

Ms. He Mei carries the dead and also feeds the living. When she encounters abandoned babies, she will find a way to raise them, find money for milk powder, and find ways to treat the babies. If there is a doctor who is kind enough to treat them for free, she will let the doctor take a look. If not, she will have to gamble her life and wait for death. Some people died before they finished taking their medicine. She saw that the baby's illness was somewhat similar to that of the dead, so she fed the baby medicine. It's amazing that she has brought many babies back to life in this way.

Although this method is a bit weird, abandoning a baby is a dead horse. It's good enough that someone is willing to give it a try. Don't expect any help.

Xian Yaowen is glad for Ms. He Mei. If she had been born a few years later and lived through the Internet age, she would most likely have been forced to the gallows by some good-for-nothing philanthropist.

He took his eyes off the swaddling clothes and turned around, and unexpectedly saw Cao Cao - Ms. He Mei was walking towards the charity cemetery carrying a corpse on her back. Next to her was a little girl about ten years old, holding a white lantern in her hand.

Xian Yaowen quickly moved aside so as not to block the dead man's way.

He waited for Ms. He Mei to enter the charity cemetery for a while before he walked into it. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the door of the charity cemetery, he ran into Ms. He Mei walking out in a hurry. He asked Qi Longque to communicate with her, and he continued to walk towards the coffin room.

When he entered the corridor, he saw that business was booming. There were eight more morgues in the corridor, each made of two benches and a door panel. There were corpses lying on the morgues, two of which did not even have shrouds; they were just lying there.

Fortunately, one hand was placed aside and the other shoulder was a little slumped. They were all young and obviously contestants in yesterday's semi-finals. There was no need to worry too much about infectious diseases.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the shroud on the charnel table next to him suddenly bulge out. It looked like a hand had left its original position, spread out on the edge of the door and hung down.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately glanced at the height of the corpse, then at the bulge, and immediately came to a conclusion in his mind that an adult who died like a dead tree had a certain probability of having an infectious disease.

He took two steps back and cursed the charity cemetery inwardly for being so crude. It was fine if the coffin room and the morgue were combined into one, but they also put the mourning hall in there. What the hell was going on?

With the eight corpses blocking his way, he retreated, went downstairs, and got a few sets of white linen shirts from the car. He waited for Qi Longque to finish communicating and come over to meet him, and then they walked to the dyeing shop together.

It is difficult to buy black fabric in Singapore because black has not yet been associated with fashion. However, the relationship between black and mourning clothes is very clear. Few people will wear black clothes. When attending the funerals of relatives or friends outside the five degrees of mourning, they will find some old clothes and have them dyed black in a dyeing shop. After wearing them once, they will either be thrown away or taken apart for other uses.

The nearest dyeing shop was Aizaiju on Shuiche Street, which was quite famous. The group left Sago Lane and went up Shuiche Street. They delivered the linen shirt to Aizaiju and were told that it would be ready in a quarter of an hour. Xian Yaowen walked out of the shop and stood on the street smoking a cigar.

Food stalls are a standard feature of Chinatown. There are food stalls on every street, including Water Wheel Street. However, compared to Tofu Street and Pagoda Street, there are fewer food stalls here.

Smoking a cigar and looking at the street scene, his eyes were easily focused on the food stalls. Xian Yaowen saw Ouyang Ruoning, whom he had met before, talking to a vendor. He looked at the other person's dress with interest.

She had long hair draped over her shoulders with a hairpin on the right side, and she had no makeup on except for her trimmed eyebrows. She wore a light blue sleeveless top and a long skirt with peach as the main color and dark blue as embellishments. She wore a pair of cream-colored low-heeled leather shoes on her feet.

This outfit was quite in line with his aesthetic taste, but after only looking at it for a while, he changed Ouyang Ruoning into a light blue nurse uniform, which was more in line with his aesthetic taste.

Ouyang Ruoning is obviously the product of traditional family education, being the third or second generation to go to Southeast Asia. She can be described as traditional, contented, and family-oriented. She is suitable to be kept at home to take care of housework and do things that are not related to money and cultivate her sentiments.

His family lacks women of this kind, but it's a pity that the quota for concubines has been used up. He said eight means eight, and he can't go back on his word. He can only envy them and satisfy his desire.

As soon as this thought came up, he immediately laughed at himself. At this stage, he wished that all bitches could move to make money for him. How could he be willing to keep such a woman at home? Otherwise, Cai Jinman would be a good candidate to take care of the housework, and he would be pushing her to become a strong woman.

He is not looking for a woman, he is looking for a partner and loyal subordinates.

The standard for a successful man is that hundreds of thousands of women make money for him and hundreds of millions of women give him money. He is moving in this direction.

A concubine is a subordinate and a partner, but a lover is not. A lover can be someone who simply spends money, or you can cooperate with her or make money through her. To add some fun and inspiration, it is best to keep a few hidden and not confess all of them.

Just like Mr. Schrödinger realized the "Schrödinger's Cat" theory through his affair - having an affair and not having an affair are two different superposition states. As long as the wife does not investigate, there is no affair, and there is no way to prove that the relationship between the couple has broken down.

This is a wonderful person, you can visit him when you go to Austria.

Although his thoughts were wandering, Xian Yaowen's eyes were always on Ouyang Ruoning. She didn't look like she was buying anything. After chatting for a few words, she handed the stall owner an oil paper bag specially used in hospitals, and the stall owner seemed to say a few words of thanks to her.

Suddenly, an Indian vendor walked by pushing a bicycle, shouting "Kazhanbu Dee". Ouyang Ruoning stopped him and bought a piece of food from him that was filled with newspaper rolled into a funnel shape. He couldn't see what it was, and it was hard to tell from his shouting.

In the past, Kazhanbude was just the name of a chickpea snack, but now several snacks are called Kazhanbude.

When Ouyang Ruoning paid and left in another direction, Xian Yaowen stopped the Indian vendor and also bought a newspaper funnel. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was chickpeas.

This is a girl who loves snacks.

After looking at the figure's back for a few more times, he actually saw Chen Haiming coming from the opposite side. He extended his gaze and looked behind Chen Haiming. A map appeared in his mind. According to the map, the other end was a small slope, and Chen Haiming should be coming from his own territory to the big slope.

Why walking?

Chen Haiming has a car and is a member of a secret society. This is the territory of other secret societies. He stepped over the boundary and walked on the street with his head held high. Isn't he afraid of being hacked?
With doubts, Xian Yaowen turned and entered the dyeing shop. He didn't want to meet Chen Haiming at the moment. He just wanted to take a break and didn't want to waste time on greeting.

After only staying in the store for a few minutes, I still didn't see Chen Haiming and his group passing by. Maybe their destination was on this street.

When the clothes were dyed, he did not hide in the shop any longer. He took the clothes out of the shop and glanced in the other direction of the street. He saw Chen Haiming's men standing outside a shop 20 meters away. (End of this chapter)