Chapter Fifty-two Farewell, Memories. Huaxia Book Library Net

  "Hehe, don't be so gloomy and bitter. A person's life is only about a hundred years or so, and if you can't tolerate it, you'll die early from exhaustion or suffocation. When the enemy comes, we'll defend ourselves, but if we can't beat them, we'll retreat first. You should know that my big withdrawal today is for an even bigger advance in the future."

  Zhang Tianpeng was amused by this guy and scolded: "Get out of here, you stinker! What time is it now? You're still trying to be poor with me?"

  "Before I go, I want to see two people, my grandfather and my mother. You must help me arrange this, otherwise I will fight with them to the death and not leave."

  Zhang Tianpeng nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange it immediately."

  Yanjing, Yang's residence. Night.

  Major General Yang Guoqiang, a senior researcher at the General Staff Headquarters, gently placed his son's photo next to his father's portrait. With tears in his eyes and muttering to himself: "Son, you've gone to accompany your grandfather, do you know how heartbroken I am? After losing your grandfather, I've struggled to get to where I am today. Now that I've lost my only hope, what's the point of living? Son, rest assured, if it's possible that the person who harmed you is still alive, I won't let them off the hook, no matter who they are. I'll risk everything to make sure they don't live a peaceful life in this world."

  His family came to inform him that Minister Qin of the Ministry of Public Security had arrived. Yang Guoqiang hastily wiped away his tears and stood up to greet him.

  In the living room, after the guests and hosts took their seats, Qin, a thin and small director, got straight to the point: "The crime scene didn't leave any valuable clues, only knowing that the murderer was a martial arts expert who excelled at lurking, using a large hunting knife. There were no extra fingerprints or footprints at the scene, not even a single fiber was left behind. It can be said that the whole case is completely confusing, and there are too many people who had grudges against Mingyu when he was alive, making it difficult to investigate and easy to overlook something."

  Yang Guoqiang painfully asked: "Can't we narrow it down to a few of the most suspicious ones?"

  Minister Qin nodded and said: "This can still be done, but it will take some time. Ming Yu has offended quite a few capable people in his years abroad."

  Yang Guoqiang angrily said: "I don't care about these! Please, you must help me come up with a list of the most suspicious personnel in a short period of time. Other things are not your concern. Once this matter is over, you will have repaid our family's kindness to you. I will fulfill my promise and give you what you should get."

  Haicheng, Guest House of Fragrant Stay, Ye Haodong's room. Afternoon.

  Ye Ying's loud and clear voice: "Little rabbit, got into trouble again, can't hold on anymore, are you planning to slip away?"

  Wang Lin didn't speak and looked at her son with worry.

  Ye Haodong sat in front of his mother, holding her hand to comfort her: "Don't worry, your son is doing well. This time I'm going out for a long time, so I wanted to see you and Grandpa before I leave. The money I left for you, don't save it, spend it when you need to. Buy more houses for my two brothers, and you can travel around the world too, go sightseeing wherever you want, buy whatever you like. Just don't stay at home thinking nonsense. Haven't I been doing well all these years?"

  Wang Lin was annoyed: "Squatting in the bushes, almost got shot, what's good about that? Can't you just calm down?"

  "Women's views are too conservative. A man should be making a name for himself at his age, not wasting time on trivial things. By the time I was his age, I had already accomplished something. Kid, don't bother worrying about him, in my opinion, he's doing just fine."

  Wang Lin discontentedly asked the old man, "Hey, Dad, you're not helping me scold him, why are you indulging him instead? Is it because of your own experience? If you spent half your life in there, that would be great?"

  Ye Haodong and Ye Ying both ignored her, the two of them walked out to the balcony to say a few words in private. Wang Lin didn't follow, women don't get involved in men's business, this is an old rule of the Ye family.

  Ye Ying was somewhat worried: "Xiao Sun heard some news that Old Yang's grandson is dead. Does this have something to do with you?"

  Ye Haodong was somewhat strange: "Is there a spy next to me? How can't anyone keep a little thing secret, who told you something? How did you associate it with me?"

  Ye Ying: "The grandson of Old Yang's family is not a good bird, I heard he's already over 30 years old. He must have committed many wrongdoings by now. Yet, all these years, no one dared to touch him. With your temperament, you wouldn't think of saying goodbye to us before leaving unless something big happened. My grandson's guts are drier than a watermelon rind, what is it that he dares not do? As soon as he leaves, you want to slip away too, just for these few points, I was wrong to suspect you?"

  Ye Haodong stretched out his thumb: "Well done, you're indeed half a military strategist, I really let you guess it, that kid was killed by me."

  Ye Ying: "Old Yang's family is not easy to deal with, it seems you really only have one way out, what are your plans? Are you leaving and coming back or not? This is the last time for us grandfather and grandson to meet?"

  "Not come back? Hehe, what are you thinking, after I catch my breath, not only will I come back, but one day I'll also dig out the people who forced me to leave today and settle the score with them one by one."

  At ten o'clock, the sun was shining brightly overhead, casting a warm glow on Ye Hao Dong's face and body, making him look as if he exuded confidence from every pore, with an air of having the world at his command.

  Ye Haodong's confidence and the sharpness of his words made Ye Ying feel both relieved and worried.

  "Was it your great-grandfather who taught you reading and martial arts when you were a child?"

  "Uh, from when I was three years old until the old master passed away, every day he forced me to get up at midnight and dawn to exercise my body. After I turned six, I started learning characters and reading books, all of which were leisure books - Lin Yutang, Feng Menglong, Water Margin, Journey to the West, Dream of Red Mansions, Three Kingdoms, Jin Yong, Gu Long... anyway, not a single book that would increase my knowledge. Not only did I have to read them, but also recite them from memory, and if I didn't do well, it was a beating with a stick and physical punishment - he really made me suffer! Finally, after waiting for eight or nine years..." This guy wanted to say that the old master had passed away eight or nine years ago, but thinking about it, saying this would definitely make Ye Ying furious, so he swallowed back the rest of his words.

  Ye Ying didn't notice his speech impediment. The old man was somewhat emotional: "What has the old lady taught you, anyway?"

  "When you were young, it was a chaotic time, and your great-grandfather was afraid that you wouldn't be able to hold up the family, so he forced you to learn martial arts. But in the end, he cultivated a general who rebelled against the family and joined the army to fight against Japan and save the country. You narrowly escaped death many times, and it's true that you were glorious, but also quite reckless. Later on, your great-grandfather learned from his experience, and when my father was young, it was during a peaceful era, so he gave my father the name Wenchang and forced him to study literature, hoping that he would achieve something in this peaceful time. But my father went against expectations, and not only did he have a temper like yours, but he also coincided with the ten years of the Cultural Revolution, when everything was chaotic; by the time it was our generation's turn, your great-grandfather felt that studying either literature or martial arts alone wasn't reliable, so he forced us three brothers to study both. As a result, your great-grandfather was eager to succeed and heated up the furnace, but my two older brothers didn't make it through, leaving only me. But I also didn't turn out well, and before I could learn anything, your great-grandfather passed away, so I became a half-baked product, neither literary nor martial. And yet, I inherited our family's bad temper and stubbornness completely, which is how I developed this restless personality of mine."

  Ye Ying nodded in agreement, with a hint of regret: "Your grandfather spent his whole life on education, serving as an education commissioner outside and educating our three generations at home. It's just a pity that the old man passed away a few years ago, otherwise you would have made something of yourself by now and wouldn't be causing so much trouble."

  In the afternoon, under Zhang Tianpeng's urging, Ye Ying and Wang Lin set off. Ye Haodong reluctantly saw off his grandfather and mother.

  Only Ye Haodong, Yang Junhu and Bao Lijiang were left in the room. Night.

  "This trip, I don't know when I'll be back, so you stay behind and take care of things for me. Your sister is dating now, if on the day she gets married you're not here as her older brother, that regret will be irreparable." Ye Haodong looked out at the city's night scene through the window, rarely smoking a cigarette, and couldn't help but reveal some melancholy.

  Baoli shook his head: "The new house in Shencheng has already been bought for them, and the commercial network you gave me is enough for my mother and sister to eat for a lifetime. I have no worries, but with only Hu Zi by your side, I am worried."

  Ye Haodong took a glance at the time, 7:30. The flight ticket was for the 9 o'clock flight, a new route opened by the Huaxia government after joining the WTO, Harbin directly to Vancouver, twice a month.

  "Can't just leave everything here to Zhang Ge, do you think Hu Zi can handle it?"

  Zhang Tianpeng walked in and urged: "Hurry up, if we're late, we'll have to wait another half a month. Be careful, or changes will occur."

  Ye Haodong stubbed out his cigarette on the windowsill, patted Baoli Gang's shoulder and said only one sentence: "Thanks, brother." Then he turned around and left.

  Yang Junhu looked at Bao Li who was choked with sobs, walked over to give him a bear hug, picked up Ye Haodong's windbreaker and followed him out.