Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 91 Before Dawn

"Isn't it just buying and selling? What's so difficult about it?"

When Huang Qingqing was driving along Jiangbin Avenue, a hysterical roar suddenly came from the side of the road.

She subconsciously turned her head to take another look, but she was driving after all, and with only a quick glance, she didn't have time to see the girl's appearance clearly, and a distance of five or six meters had already opened up between the two sides.

The girl in the rearview mirror quickly shrank.

Huang Qingqing shook her head slightly, sighing in her heart that money is the root of all evil.

Turn a good person into a ghost.

Then let the ghosts grind the millstones for people...

Well, cattle and horses are equal to poor people...

Huang Qingqing suddenly felt very creative, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

In an instant, I forgot about the crazy person on the side of the road.

She drove straight ahead along the riverside avenue.

In less than half an hour, the car slowly drove into a residential community.

This community is located on the edge of Jiangbin Street and is still under the jurisdiction of the Jiangbin Street Office.

As a local official, Director Huang is very familiar with this area.

The neighborhood was bustling with activity on Sundays. At the entrance was a small farmers' market, and at around nine in the morning, the place was buzzing with activity. Huang Qingqing drove around the area for a while, then took advantage of a car leaving and immediately grabbed its parking space.

Then I walked to the grocery store outside the farmers' market and bought a box of milk. I also bought four or five kinds of seasonal fruits from the fruit store next to the grocery store. I carried them all in my hands, and they weighed at least ten pounds.

Then I continued walking forward, and in less than two minutes, I arrived at the main gate of a wall with a quiet and peaceful environment.

There is no house number outside the wall to indicate where this place is.

The iron gate was also closed at this time.

Huang Qingqing didn't have any special impression of this place before.

But today she suddenly felt that this nursing home was too closed.

There's not even a sign. Who knows what's going on in such a big yard? It's past 9 o'clock and the gate is still closed. There's no one in the yard. Are you living in retirement or in prison?

Director Huang was unhappy, so he spoke in a rude tone.

"Is anyone there? Open the door!" she shouted loudly inside.

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, dressed in security uniform, walked out of the duty room next to the iron gate. He looked Huang Qingqing up and down, but made no move to open the door. Instead, he asked in an inexplicably arrogant tone, "Who are you looking for?"

"Ning Guoqiang." Huang Qingqing frowned, not very patient.

She comes here to inspect the work about 2 to 3 times a year. Although it is basically just a formality, she is always surrounded by people. Sometimes the little Karami on the street hug her, and sometimes she, as the little Karami, hugs the leaders of the district or city. But in short, every time she comes, the people here are very polite and courteous to her.

So Huang Qingqing had some impression of this security guard.

But the problem is...

The security guard obviously didn't recognize her today.

"Ning Guoqiang? Which room is he from?" the security guard asked again.

Huang Qingqing couldn't help but laugh. "Which room should I ask you? I came to see the old man. Don't you, the security guard, know which room the old man lives in?"

"I'm not the director, how would I know? I sit here all day. There are so many elderly people in the hospital, how am I supposed to remember which room they're in?" the security guard said confidently, "If you don't know, just call and ask."

"Do you want me to call and ask? Call your dean?"

"Oh, you, why are you so slow to react? Of course you should call the elderly man's family!"

Am I slow to react?

Huang Qingqing's face was covered with blood.

The security guard was not done yet and continued to accuse: "You came so early, the time is wrong, and you are not wearing a mask. The elderly are still sleeping now!" He kept talking and refused to open the door.

Huang Qingqing no longer wanted to communicate with the security guard.

She simply put the more than ten pounds of things in her hand in front of the door.

Then he turned around, took out his cell phone, and called a middle-level section chief in the street in a soft voice.

The security guard listened quietly, thinking that Huang Qingqing was contacting the elderly man's family.

Less than two minutes later, a frail woman in her 50s came running down from the nursing home's upper floor. She called out from a distance, "Director Huang, why didn't you tell me you were coming?" She quickly ran to the iron gate and shouted to the security guard, "What are you standing there for? Open the door! Why are you leaving Director Huang out here like this? It's inexplicable!"

"It's okay, it's okay, just follow the rules." Huang Qingqing smiled slightly.

The security guard's expression changed noticeably, and he quickly took out a bunch of keys.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" The dean snatched it from the security guard and opened the locked iron gate himself.

Huang Qingqing walked in with an indifferent expression, her hands empty. She turned around and said softly to the security guard, "Master, I'm sorry to bother you. Please help me carry my things up."

Without waiting for the security guard to reply, the dean ran out first, picked up a few bags and walked back inside, shouting to the security guard, "Hurry, hurry, hurry."

The security guard was stunned.

Huang Qingqing asked again: "Do I need to wear a mask?"

"No, no!" the dean said quickly with a smile, "The flu has passed in the past two days, so it's okay not to wear it."

"You'd better wear it." Huang Qingqing said, "To avoid any problems and gossip."

"Yes, yes."

The dean turned around and yelled to the security guard, "Old Zhu! Bring Director Huang a mask. The N95 one!"

Huang Qingqing didn't even look at the security guard and walked straight in.

At the same time, he insisted on taking back a bag of fruit from the dean and keeping it for himself.

"Your place is too closed off," she said calmly. "Don't keep the door locked like this."

The director explained, "Director Huang, we can't leave the door unlocked. Some elderly people aren't as smart as they used to be, but they can move their hands and feet. If you open the door, they'll slip out while you're not paying attention. If they get lost, we can't take responsibility."

"Aren't there security guards?"

"Security is for the patients' families..."

"Oh..." Huang Qingqing nodded.

The two of them walked all the way to the second floor. The director was really unsure what this leader was here for. When he reached the stairs, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Director Huang, isn't today Sunday? You work on Sundays too? Are you here for an inspection or research today..."

"Look at my uncle." Huang Qingqing said lightly.

"Huh?" The dean was clearly stunned, his face full of disbelief. "Your uncle is staying with us? Which room is he staying in?"

"I don't know." Huang Qingqing couldn't help but smile.

At this time, the security guard also ran up panting, carrying milk and holding a mask.

Huang Qingqing took the mask indifferently and put it on.

The dean took the milk from the security guard and asked hurriedly, "What's your uncle's name?"

"Call……"

"Director!" Another plump woman with a work badge suddenly rushed out from the corridor. When she saw Huang Qingqing, she quickly smiled and greeted Director Huang respectfully. Then she turned to the director and said, "Director, the wife of the new grandfather in room 218 called again and insisted on taking him away. I told her that the hospital fee for one month has been paid, and she should stay for the whole month, but she refused and insisted on taking him back and asking us to return the remaining money to her."

"Oh, it's really annoying." The dean frowned.

He turned around and looked at Huang Qingqing again, and hurriedly asked again: "Director Huang, what is your uncle's name?"

"Oh, Ning Guoqiang." Huang Qingqing smiled.

Upon hearing this, the dean and the vice-dean's faces immediately fell.

"What's wrong?" Huang Qingqing asked.

The dean smiled wryly, "Nothing, Ning Guoqiang is in room 218."

When Huang Qingqing heard this, she immediately understood what was going on.

It must be that my aunt was reluctant to spend the money and insisted on taking my uncle back to take care of him herself.

But then again, didn’t my uncle and aunt join either of the two family groups?
Could it be that the news that Brother Bi Shu earned 200 million yuan is now known to the whole world?

Only his parents are still in the dark? !
Huang Qingqing had this thought, and the more she thought about it, the more abstract it seemed to her.

A complex expression of "Oh my god!" gradually appeared on his face. Seeing this, the director was extremely frightened and hurriedly explained, "Director Huang, it's not what you think! We didn't cheat your uncle! We have invoices for the hospitalization fees! As you know, the district government comes to inspect every year!"

"I know I know……"

Huang Qingqing kept shaking her head. "Call my aunt and ask her to come over. I'll explain everything to her."

"Ah? Good! Oh, family members like this are the most annoying..."

The dean complained subconsciously, but halfway through, her mind suddenly came to its senses. She quickly stopped herself and pretended that she hadn't said anything. She said to the vice dean, "Dean X, take Director Huang to 218. I'll call first!"

He turned around and left in a hurry, wondering in his heart how could Director Huang have such a poor uncle?

Her mother, a hospital director, and her father, a university professor, shouldn't have let her mother's brother end up like this, right? Could it be that Director Huang's current mother is actually her stepmother?!

Otherwise this doesn’t make sense at all!

……

"Uncle?" Huang Qingqing followed the vice president into the room, put down the things in her hands, walked to Ning Guoqiang's bed and called out.

She hadn't called him "uncle" for four or five years.

I remember the last time she called him uncle, she didn’t even recognize her husband Qi Zihao.

But in the blink of an eye, her child is already 3 years old.

When the child turned one year old, they had a banquet. Ning Guoqiang had suffered a stroke and was paralyzed. It seemed that only Ning Bishu went to have the meal alone. She did not accept the red envelope from Ning Bishu. At that time, she just wanted to add an extra pair of chopsticks.

The protagonist at the dinner table was Ning Qian, who had just been admitted to the municipal government office.

Even earlier, on her wedding day with Qi Zihao, a full 56 tables were set up in the most luxurious hotel in Xzhou. That day, when they toasted each table, it was probably the last time she called Ning Guoqiang "uncle."

The glasses clinked in a hurry, and two seconds passed at most.

Later, every Chinese New Year, she was either on duty or too lazy to attend family gatherings, and basically never saw Ning Guoqiang again.

Later, when she met with Ning Guoqiang, the topics revolved around business.

During their only two meetings, Ning Guoqiang was denied early medical retirement because he didn't meet the requirements. This year, he had wanted to get a disability certificate for Ning Guoqiang, but before spring came and he could find someone, Ning Bishu had already taken the plunge.

This time, it seems that it is no longer necessary.

"Qing~Qing?" Ning Guoqiang was hemiplegic and his speech was slurred.

But he was very happy to see his niece Huang Qingqing.

Huang Qingqing smiled.

The vice president brought a chair to Huang Qingqing.

Huang Qingqing sat down beside the bed, but suddenly she didn't know what to say. She had come here on a whim this morning, and after much thought, she could only ask, "Uncle, do you miss me?"

"I do! I do..." Ning Guoqiang almost shed tears as soon as he opened his mouth.

During the two years that he was paralyzed, few of his relatives came to visit him.

The person who visited him the most was Ning Bishu's grandmother, who came about three or four times.

Then there were Ning Guorong and Ning Xiaohong. I went to see them once when he was just paralyzed.

As for the younger generation, there is not a single one left.

"Uncle... Uncle, I haven't seen you for a long time..." Ning Guoqiang let something slip in his words.

"Oh..." Huang Qingqing sighed and grabbed his hand.

But when he suddenly noticed his hands were covered in onychomycosis, he shuddered again and quickly let go...

Not knowing what to say, she turned around and asked the vice president about the elderly people's eating, drinking, defecating and urinating here.

It really does feel like working overtime on the weekend.

……

Huang Qingqing felt like she was living in the room for a long time, waiting for Bi Guifen for about half an hour.

A little after ten o'clock, when Bi Guifen, with a head full of white hair, walked into the room, Huang Qingqing could hardly believe her eyes.

Bi Guifen looked haggard, her cheeks sunken and her bones visible.

There was no spirit in his eyes, and he looked confused.

"Aunt, what's wrong with your hair..." Huang Qingqing asked nonsense questions that she knew the answer to.

What else could it be?

If a person is not tortured by the pressure of life, how could he age like this in his early 50s?

"Qingqing, why are you here?" Bi Guifen didn't know Huang Qingqing was here.

The dean followed behind her, smiling broadly as he said, "Why didn't you tell me that Director Huang is your relative? If I had known earlier, I would have arranged for your husband to stay in a single room on the third floor. There just happened to be one available."

Huang Qingqing said casually: "Then let's move upstairs today."

"No! No!" Bi Guifen quickly refused. "Let's leave today! It costs three thousand yuan a month here, which is one hundred yuan a day. How can we spend so much money here?"

Huang Qingqing couldn't help but ask, "Aunt, you can't endure this any longer, right?"

"I can bear it, it's okay." Bi Guifen said stubbornly, "If I really can't bear it, it's better to die early. Your uncle and I are still a burden to my Bi Shu. If we die early, Bi Shu might be able to get married. That's right!"

As she spoke, she was suddenly startled and quickly asked Huang Qingqing, "Qingqing, could something have happened to my Bi Shu? I heard he borrowed money from outside, is that true? Ah Rong said Bi Shu borrowed over 10 million yuan from outside, is that true?"

"Uh..." Huang Qingqing didn't know how to explain for a moment, "I did borrow some money, but..."

Before she could even finish the word "but", Bi Guifen almost fainted.

Huang Qingqing hurriedly supported her.

Bi Guifen was so thin that she only weighed 70 or 80 kilograms, and she leaned lightly on Huang Qingqing.

His face was full of despair.

I want to cry but I can’t, I want to die but I can’t.

Ten million, how can I get it back?

"what……"

"what……"

Bi Guifen was breathing heavily as if she was short of oxygen and couldn't utter a word.

Huang Qingqing was terrified.

The dean and vice dean were also very scared.

"Aunt!" Huang Qingqing shouted hurriedly.

At this moment, Bi Fufen suddenly cried out, "Oh my God! How can we live like this? How can our family survive? Why is my life so miserable? What sins did I commit in my past life? Aa ...

"No! Aunt! It's okay! It's okay! Brother Bi Shu is making money outside!" Huang Qingqing quickly explained.

"Don't lie to me! Just let me die!"

"Really? I'm not lying to you! He really made a lot of money! Hundreds of millions!"

"Qingqing, you're a good child. Auntie knows you. You can't even tell a lie! A few hundred million...my family can't even burn a few hundred million on paper money during Qingming Festival. You should wait until our whole family is gone before burning that few hundred million for me, wuwuwu..."

"Aunt, don't cry, seriously, if you don't believe me, just call him!"

"He hasn't answered my calls for a long time. He has even blocked me!"

"Then I'll call!" Huang Qingqing picked up the phone angrily, found Ning Bishu's number and dialed it.

Bi Guifen stopped crying for a while, and looked at her expectantly with tears in her eyes.

However, after a few seconds, Huang Qingqing silently put down her phone...

"What's wrong?" Bi Guifen asked.

Huang Qingqing was speechless and said, "Brother Bi Shu has blocked me too..."

Bi Guifen was stunned and immediately continued to cry.

"I knew it! He must have run away with the money! He's dead! He's dead! Aa ...

(End of this chapter)