met free Chapter 89 Being targeted
Chapter 89 Being targeted
Zheng Ying left without saying anything more.
Deng Xiuzhen wanted to tell her when to sell the stocks, but after thinking about it, she decided not to say anything.
I went to the phone booth and called Wenjing's school. I heard that it was Qin Wenjing's mother looking for Qin Wenjing. The person on the other end was very enthusiastic. Not only was her voice gentle, but her attitude was also extremely good. She told me to wait a while and not to leave, and that she would go and call Qin Wenjing over right away.
Deng Xiuzhen couldn't help but sigh that when a child is outstanding, the mother also benefits and receives much respect.
Wenjing arrived quickly, and Deng Xiuzhen told her that they hadn't found Old Man Zhao yet, and she would be staying in Kyoto for a while.
Qin Wenjing said happily, "Mom, let me tell you, Wenxin and Wenyu are both very obedient. Also, Dad comes home every day now! He asks every day if you've called home. He told us to tell you to come home earlier, that you don't need to go out to work, and that he'll bring money home every month."
Deng Xiuzhen sighed quietly. If only things had been like this a few days ago! Now, she has a thorn planted in her heart. Even if she pulls it out, the wound will remain, making her feel uncomfortable.
But she didn't show her emotions. Instead, she pretended to be happy as she spoke to Wenjing, only instructing her not to tell anyone about her news for the time being. Everything would be discussed when she got back.
Wenjing nodded in agreement, adding that she would instruct Wenxin and Wenyu not to let anyone else know when she got back.
The mother and son talked for a while, then hung up the phone.
Deng Xiuzhen wandered around the old alleys of Kyoto for a long time, asking if there were any houses for sale. She asked several people, but none of them knew.
Disappointed, I turned my head to look at the courtyard wall, only to find a shadow moving quickly.
A strange feeling arose in her heart. She pretended to be oblivious and walked forward while looking to both sides. The shadow followed her movements, appearing and disappearing at different times.
Her heart skipped a beat; she was being watched! Why was she being watched? Was it because she asked about houses? Or because she was a single woman?
Deng Xiuzhen was unsure and her heart was pounding with anxiety, but she dared not show it at all.
Pretending to walk calmly forward, she encountered a fruit vendor and quickly went over to chat, asking if there were any houses for sale there, saying she could help sell them.
The stall owner asked, "Are you a tow puller?"
Deng Xiuzhen quickly agreed. She didn't know what "laqian'er" meant, but her intuition told her it must be something like "pulling a string".
An older woman next to me said, "Young lady, you're from out of town, right? Let me tell you, don't come here to do this kind of work. You can't do business that crosses the line, or you'll be in big trouble."
Deng Xiuzhen thanked her repeatedly, saying that she had been brought here to work by an acquaintance, and the boss asked her to come here to check things out. She didn't know she couldn't come.
The stall owner said, "You have to be careful when you do things. You don't want to work for someone and not only fail to earn money, but also become cannon fodder, leaving nothing but ashes."
Deng Xiuzhen quickly thanked the stall owner again, and to express her gratitude, she specially bought two apples, paying for them rather stingily.
As I turned to leave, I heard the stall owner say, "So poor, yet trying to be fashionable."
The old woman said, "Don't talk nonsense. It's possible that she was tricked by someone she knew, who tricked her into buying clothes and then brought her here."
The stall owner said, "That's quite possible. In some places, they hire people by paying money, and then find fault with them and fire them..."
Deng Xiuzhen couldn't hear what was said next. But she liked the effect; if the people watching her were after her money, they would give up once they knew she had no money.
She passed a stall selling sesame cakes and haggled with the vendor for a long time before finally buying one.
She walked away dejectedly, eating as she went, and her shadow disappeared behind her.
With the crisis over, Deng Xiuzhen dared not relax and hurriedly fled back to the hotel, only calming down after a long while.
Not daring to go out casually, Deng Xiuzhen asked the waiter what "pulling the door" meant when the waiter arrived.
The waiter explained that a "laqian'er" is a middleman who brokers the sale of houses.
Deng Xiuzhen understood; "Laqian'er" was the real estate agent who later became known as "Laqian'er".
The waiter kindly asked her if there was anything else she could help with.
Deng Xiuzhen said a relative asked her to inquire where she could buy a house. She didn't know where, but she'd heard about using matchmakers. She asked the sales clerk if she knew where to find matchmakers.
The waiter agreed to ask her.
Thinking of those unscrupulous real estate agents, Deng Xiuzhen had a headache: she originally thought that as long as she had money, she could buy a house, but who knew it would be so troublesome.
If you go and visit on your own, you might get targeted.
If I look for an agency, does anyone know what the current escort industry is like? Would going through this process be like walking into a trap, handing myself over to someone who doesn't know what I'm doing?
As expected, unfamiliar places are dangerous places.
Unable to find a good solution immediately, Deng Xiuzhen could only stay in the hotel and not go out.
Bored and wanting to get to know Kyoto, Deng Xiuzhen tuned in to Kyoto TV.
"...Breaking news! Zheng Xiaohua, chairman of Kyoto Zhengkang Group, has been involved in a car accident and is currently unconscious. The accident is suspected to have been caused by brake failure. His family members are arguing at the hospital; according to sources, it was an argument between his wife, Li Mingzhu, and daughter, Zheng Ying..."
Deng Xiuzhen didn't pay much attention at first, but when she heard Zheng Ying's name, she reflexively looked up, but she didn't see Zheng Ying. Instead, she saw a reporter standing at the hospital entrance reporting.
Old Zhao!
Suddenly, Deng Xiuzhen saw a familiar figure walking into the hospital. Perhaps because of the reporter's broadcast, the person glanced in the direction of the camera. Deng Xiuzhen was certain—it was Old Man Zhao!
She jumped out of bed, intending to find Old Man Zhao, but realized she hadn't seen clearly what kind of hospital it was.
When I looked at the TV again, it was showing a different news report. I went outside and asked a waiter, but he hadn't been watching TV and knew nothing about the previous news.
But he kindly told her: "Such important news will appear in the Kyoto Daily tomorrow. You can find out by buying a newspaper tomorrow."
Deng Xiuzhen thanked him verbally, but she was extremely annoyed: tomorrow's newspaper would only let her know which hospital Zheng Xiaohua was hospitalized in, but it wouldn't help him find Old Man Zhao. Who could guarantee that Old Man Zhao would still go to that hospital tomorrow?
The times are so backward now. Twenty years from now, not only can we go back and watch all kinds of news, but if we don't watch this one, there's always another one to watch. Deng Xiuzhen complained about the times, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Deng Xiuzhen paced anxiously in the hotel lobby when she suddenly spotted taxis on the street. An idea struck her: she could try her luck outside and perhaps encounter people who were passionate about the news, and taxi drivers were a major source of such people. They couldn't watch TV while driving, but they listened to the news, and most drivers did. Even if they didn't listen, they knew more than the average person.
She ran out of the hotel and stopped a taxi that was about to leave.
The driver asked her where she was going. She said she was going to the hospital where Zheng Xiaohua was hospitalized.
The driver was taken aback: "You know Zheng Xiaohua?"
Deng Xiuzhen realized she had said the wrong thing. Why would she directly say someone's name when they weren't very familiar with each other?