Era: My backyard is the garbage dump of the universe

Chapter 501 Sending Little Guoba Home
In the car, Xiao Guoba was drowsy.

Lei Zhengxing took a look and asked Liu Qingsong in a low voice: "Who are the parents of this child?"

If he knew the exact address, he wouldn't mind sending someone to contact them now.

After all, it was somewhat inconvenient for Liu Qingsong to have a child with him.

"I don't know." Liu Qingsong shook his head.

"I don't know?" Lei Zhengxing was slightly surprised: "Then you didn't ask?"

"I didn't ask, and I didn't have time to ask, because Sister Qingmei dragged me here." Liu Qingsong replied with a wry smile.

"That's right." Ye Qingmei confirmed.

"Okay!" Lei Zhengxing smiled awkwardly, then turned to look at Xiao Guoba: "Little girl, do you know what your parents' names are?"

"I know." Little Guoba tilted his thin head and rubbed his sleepy eyes to try to wake himself up: "My father's name is Hei Niu, and my mother's name is Wang Chahua."

"Black Bull???" Lei Zhengxing was stunned.

"How can there be someone with such a name?" Ye Qingmei was also a little surprised: "Little Guoba, you have to tell us your father's name, a nickname is useless."

"And your home address. The more detailed the better." Liu Qingsong added.

"My family lives over there." Little Guoba pointed to the south, "There are many big mountains and a very big river. My uncles and aunts always take a bath in it."

"As for my father's name..."

Little Guoba hesitated, and finally said sadly: "I don't know my father's name, I just know that everyone calls him Black Bull."

"Then you must know where you live, right?" Lei Zhengxing had a headache.

"Live on the other side of the mountains! Didn't I tell you?" Little Guoba stretched out his hand and pointed to the south again.

Lei Zhengxing: “…”

Ye Qingmei: "..."

Liu Qingsong knew that Xiao Guoba was not just trying to fool them, but really didn't know where he lived. Seeing that Xiao Guoba was a little nervous, he even reached out and picked him up and sat him on his knees: "Don't be afraid, we are just asking casually. Don't worry, as long as we know your mother's name, we can find out where your home is."

This is the truth for Liu Qingsong.

But for Lei Zhengxing, it was an exaggeration.

But he didn't say much, instead he changed the topic and chatted with Xiao Guoba about other things, hoping to get the information he wanted through chatting.

It’s a pity that the idea is good, but the reality is not satisfactory.

They came to the reception room of the office building, talking and laughing, but they couldn't get any useful information from Xiao Guoba.

Lei Zhengxing had no choice but to stop asking questions and personally arranged food and lodging for Liu Qingsong, and also investigated where Wang Chahua lived.

He believed that as long as he could find out Wang Chahua's personal information, it should not be difficult to find where Xiao Guoba lived.

However, contrary to expectations, no news came from his men by evening.

This made Lei Zhengxing somewhat anxious. Just as he was about to call to ask, Liu Qingsong, who had slept for a few hours, came over with Xiao Guoba: "Uncle, you made Sister Qingmei look for me so anxiously before, was it because of the Hong Kong stock market crash?"

"Yes." Lei Zhengxing nodded: "I called you over here because I wanted you to call Deadpool and confirm the situation in Hong Kong Island, so that I can make corresponding preparations with the relevant leaders."

After all, some things can only be seen with the eyes, and you have to confirm them.

"You don't need to make this call, and you don't need to confirm it." Liu Qingsong smiled and sat down beside the coffee table. After peeling a banana for Xiao Guoba, he continued, "You just need to watch the show from the side."

"You can't just watch a show. Do you know how much of an impact the Hong Kong stock market crash has on us? Let me tell you, the chain reaction alone has caused at least more than 1 billion worth of goods to be piled up at the customs, not including those that are in transit." Lei Zhengxing replied with a worried look on his face: "If this situation continues, the entire economy of Xiangnan Province will be finished."

"It won't be over." Liu Qingsong was very confident.

"Why?" Lei Zhengxing wondered, "Did you receive any news in advance?"

"That's about right!" In order to make Lei Zhengxing less anxious, Liu Qingsong nodded in confirmation: "The Hong Kong stock market is currently in a state of plummeting, and institutions such as the Rockefeller Foundation are also buying in large quantities, just waiting to sell them off after a surge to make a fortune."

"But don't you realize that from today onwards, Hong Kong Island stocks can no longer be sold?"

"Is this true?" Lei Zhengxing quickly asked the young man next to him to confirm.

After a while, the young man came back: "Director Lei, Hong Kong Island's stocks really can't be sold, they can only be bought. As for the specific reason, no one knows."

"How could this happen?" Lei Zhengxing was shocked.

"I don't know either." Liu Qingsong smiled, "But I can tell you that all the money that the Rockefeller Foundation and other institutions used to short the Hong Kong stock market is currently locked up in the Hong Kong Stock Exchange. They are more anxious than we are."

"What do you mean?" Lei Zhengxing took a breath.

"Don't worry. Now is the critical moment in the game between Hong Kong Island and the Rockefeller Foundation. Just watch the show from the sidelines. When the game is over, our business with Hong Kong Island will continue and will definitely not be affected." Liu Qingsong replied softly.

"Who will win the game in the end?" Lei Zhengxing asked.

"Of course it's Hong Kong Island. Otherwise, how can we continue to do business with Hong Kong Island?" Liu Qingsong said with a smile.

"Are you sure?" Lei Zhengxing asked.

"Sure." Liu Qingsong replied confidently.

"Okay then!" Lei Zhengxing didn't ask any more questions: "I will tell the relevant leaders what you just said. You and Xiao Guoba go to the restaurant across the street to have dinner first."

"Okay!" Liu Qingsong nodded, and walked towards the door holding Xiao Guoba's hand.

……

After dinner, Liu Qingsong took Xiao Guoba for a stroll at the nearby farmer’s market and bought some snacks before returning to the office building.

Seeing Lei Zhengxing and a group of leaders having a meeting in the conference room, arguing with each other, Liu Qingsong did not disturb them, but quietly went back to his room to sleep.

After coaxing Xiao Guoba to sleep, the phone in the space backpack rang. Liu Qingsong took it out and saw that the number was from Li Fenfen. He immediately pressed the answer button: "Hello... It's so late, are you still awake?"

Li Fenfen: "No! I was giving Fat Tiger a bath at the Wanjie garbage dump. He was so dirty."

Liu Qingsong smiled: "Really? Then why did you call me?"

Li Fenfen: "Master Wu has found the address of Xiao Guoba's parents through artificial satellites, but there were some unexpected things."

Liu Qingsong: "What accident?"

Li Fenfen: "According to the information obtained from the investigation, the small rice crackers were sold to human traffickers by Hei Niu and Wang Chahua for 80 yuan, and the traffickers sent them to the Hulu Brick Factory after many twists and turns."

Liu Qingsong was shocked: "What did you say?"

How could such a thing actually happen? Little Guoba was actually sold by his parents?

Li Fenfen repeated it, and then continued, "Qingsong, Hei Niu and Wang Chahua had no choice but to sell Xiao Guoba. Their family was too poor. Up to now, Wang Chahua has died of illness, and Xiao Guoba's two brothers and sisters have also starved to death in the thatched house. As for Hei Niu..."

Speaking of which.

Li Fenfen was in such a heavy mood that she couldn't continue speaking.

Liu Qingsong: "What happened to Hei Niu?"

Li Fenfen: "After Hei Niu buried his wife and children, he went to the coal yard with his fellow villagers to dig coal. On the third day after he went to the coal mine, he was buried alive." Liu Qingsong: "..."

Li Fenfen: "Qingsong, Master Wu wants to take care of Xiao Guoba if it's not convenient for you. I don't know if Xiao Guoba agrees."

Liu Qingsong said in a low voice: "Now it's not a question of whether I agree or not, but I must take Xiao Guoba home to pay tribute to her deceased parents and siblings."

"As for adopting Little Guoba, we'll talk about it when we get back."

Li Fenfen: "Then I'll send you the address of Xiao Guoba's house via text message. By the way, your uncle came to see you today and said he wanted to treat you to a meal to thank you for helping Liu Qingxu before."

Liu Qingsong: "I'm not in the mood to eat right now. If uncle comes over, just tell him I don't have time."

Li Fenfen: "Okay! Okay!"

"Hang up." Liu Qingsong put away his phone and turned to look at the sleeping Xiao Guoba. For some reason, he felt very upset and thought of himself before his rebirth.

Before his rebirth, his parents were in jail. If it weren't for the care of relatives and friends, his weak second sister would have supported the entire family. He, Qingshi, Qinglong, and his youngest sister would have starved to death at home like Xiao Guoba's younger siblings and no one would have known.

"Oh! What a world!" Thinking of this, Liu Qingsong sighed, walked to the bed, covered Xiao Guoba with the quilt that had been kicked off, then turned around and went to find Ye Qingmei.

……

It was around eight o'clock the next morning.

Liu Qingsong, who was still asleep, suddenly heard Xiao Guoba's shouting: "Brother, brother...hurry up and get up, that sister is here to see you."

"Ah?" Liu Qingsong rubbed his sleepy eyes. Seeing that the sister Xiao Guoba was talking about was Ye Qingmei, he quickly put on his clothes and went to greet her: "Sister, what's the matter?"

"Uncle Lei asked me to take you back. You can continue sleeping. I'm not in a hurry." Ye Qingmei said with a smile.

"Go back?" Liu Qingsong was stunned, then reacted: "He is not worried about the Hong Kong stock market crash now?"

"There's no point in worrying! Besides, we can't sell Hong Kong stocks. The most urgent ones now are not us, but the shareholders of the Rockefeller Foundation." Ye Qingmei said and closed the door: "Qingsong, tell me honestly, are you behind all this?"

"How is that possible?" Liu Qingsong denied it.

"Then how could you know in advance that Hong Kong stocks cannot be sold?" Ye Qingmei asked.

"Of course Deadpool told me." Liu Qingsong spread his hands.

"Okay!" Seeing that she couldn't find any flaws, Ye Qingmei had to change the subject: "What are you going to do, little Guoba? Are you going to take them to the Huaishu production team?"

"Not for now. I want to take Xiao Guoba home to have a look first." Liu Qingsong replied.

"Go home?" Ye Qingmei was surprised: "Have you contacted Xiao Guoba's parents?"

"No, but if I look for it, I should be able to find it." Liu Qingsong glanced at the little Guoba nestled at his feet and said, "Sister, just give me the car keys, and don't worry about the rest."

"Well... okay!" Ye Qingmei hesitated for a moment and then agreed, handing the car keys in her trouser pocket to Liu Qingsong.

After chatting for a few minutes, she said goodbye to Liu Qingsong and left.

Liu Qingsong did not stay in the guest room for long. He took Xiao Guoba and walked towards the door of the office building.

……

Xiao Guoba's home is in Wuxi Production Team, Taojiang County, more than 200 kilometers away from Gusha City.

In order to prevent the military jeep from breaking down on the road, Liu Qingsong made a detour to the gas station and filled up the gas before setting off.

On the way, Xiao Guoba was very happy and chattered non-stop to Liu Qingsong.

In order not to make Xiao Guoba sad, Liu Qingsong cooperated very well throughout the whole process and also said a few words from time to time.

In such a pleasant atmosphere, the military jeep unknowingly arrived at the territory of Taojiang County.

"Brother, go to the road on the left. I know this road. It's the way to my grandma's house." Little Guoba pointed with his little hand and stood up from his seat excitedly.

"Really? Is your grandma at home at this time?" Liu Qingsong asked with a smile.

"She's gone. She...she died the year before last." Little Guoba replied sadly.

"Then how many uncles do you have?" Liu Qingsong put away his smile.

"Five." Little Guoba replied in a low voice.

"Then how about going to your uncle first?" Liu Qingsong asked.

"No, they don't care about me, they beat and scold me." Little Guoba replied crying.

"Why?" Liu Qingsong was a little confused.

I originally wanted to send Xiao Guoba to my uncle's house for foster care, but now it seems that this option is not feasible.

"They despise my family for being poor and have long since cut off all ties with my parents." Little Guoba answered truthfully.

"Okay!" Liu Qingsong didn't ask any more questions, but concentrated on driving his car.

It is said that a poor person in a busy city is ignored, but a rich person in a remote mountain area has distant relatives. I am afraid that this is the situation for Xiao Guoba now.

"Brother..." Little Guoba wiped his tears and suddenly said, "There is one thing I have hidden from you."

"What's the matter?" Liu Qingsong glanced at Xiao Guoba.

"I... I was actually sold out by my parents." Little Guoba pursed his lips, then burst into tears, crying as sadly as he could.

"I know this." Liu Qingsong sighed.

"Brother, you...you know?" Little Guoba widened his eyes in surprise.

"Well, don't worry. Even if your parents don't want you, your brother will. I will raise you up and you will never have to worry about food and clothing again." Liu Qingsong said softly.

"Then... then brother, please take me back..." Little Guoba hesitated to speak.

"Pay tribute to your parents, they are all gone." Liu Qingsong stopped the military jeep and replied in a low voice.

"What?" Xiao Guoba was confused. After coming to his senses, sad tears burst out: "Brother, how did my parents die?"

"Your mother died of illness, and your father was buried alive in the coal mine." Liu Qingsong did not hide anything: "If you want to cry, just cry! It should make you feel better."

"What about my younger brothers and sisters, they...they..." Little Guoba didn't cry, but reached out and grabbed Liu Qingsong's shoulders worriedly.

"I'm starving." Liu Qingsong replied.

With a thud, Xiao Guoba fainted directly on the back seat.

"Little Guoba, Little Guoba..." Liu Qingsong quickly opened the car door and picked up Little Guoba. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Little Guoba slowly waking up.

"Brother..." Xiao Guoba cried until his voice was hoarse: "My sister likes to eat fried dough twist the most. Can you drive to the nearby market to buy two?"

"Yes." Liu Qingsong placed the small rice crust on the passenger seat and drove the military jeep towards the market in the southeast.

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(End of this chapter)