Chapter 717 Rapid Retirement

Chapter 717

"The Jing family..." Shang Zonghai remained silent, "It's okay, the Jing family disappeared after it went bankrupt, you might find some clues if you go and see."

This sentence has a meaning, or it is deliberately reminding something.

Li Qiao leaned on the back of the chair and smiled softly, "Dad, I promised you that I would investigate the truth, so even if I am not in Pama, I will continue to investigate the Mu family."

Shang Zonghai asked a few words of relief, and before hanging up the phone, he looked at the sky covered with dark clouds outside the tea room, and sighed, showing a little helplessness on his expression.

Steward Xiao, who was standing beside him, looked at his indistinguishable expression, and asked tentatively, "Patriarch, what's the matter?"

Shang Zonghai took off the beads and rubbed them in his palms. It took him a long time before he said with a low smile, "It's a good trick to retreat bravely."

"This..." Butler Xiao didn't understand.

Shang Zonghai glanced at him, shook his head and sighed: "I thought she had chosen to avenge the Mu family, but now that I think about it... this girl, she just wanted to understand my wish."

Butler Xiao picked up the teapot and refilled his cup, "Are you not satisfied?"

"Not to mention." Shang Zonghai nodded his finger on the table, "It can only be said that she is too sensible, and she chose to leave Pama at this time, even I didn't think of it."

Housekeeper Xiao considered for a few seconds, "Didn't you say before that no matter what she chooses, you will support her?"

Shang Zonghai raised his teacup and blew hot air, "That's what you said, but her appearance has disturbed the situation in Parma, and she has quietly withdrawn from the battle. If it was you, how would you feel?"

Butler Xiao thought for a moment and came to a conclusion, "Is she interested in the Mu family?"

Shang Zonghai didn't speak, and lowered his eyelids, hoping that this was just an illusion she deliberately created, not... what she wanted.

It is true that Li Qiao and Shang Yu's sudden departure from Pama really caught many people off guard.

The joint proclamation of the Faculty of Emirates gave them great honor.

At the moment when they were supposed to enjoy the honor, they walked away gracefully.

Someone secretly speculated, could it be that the real purpose of their return this time was just to clean up the Shang clan's elder hall?

At ten o'clock in the morning, a plane took off from Palma International Airport, destined for Nanyang.

Soon, another small business jet also took off slowly.

...

At noon domestically, a small business jet landed at Yancheng Outer Suburb Airport.

In late autumn at the end of October, the temperature is slightly lower.

Li Qiao walked down the gangway slowly in a dark long windbreaker.

A black off-road vehicle was parked not far away, and Achang was waiting by the door. When he saw her, he hurried forward, "Miss Seven, Jing Yifeng is in Tongliang County, which is under the jurisdiction of Yancheng. It can be confirmed that it is the Jing family back then."

Li Qiao looked down at the ground, "Have you found out who revealed the news?"

Achang shook his head seriously, "The source of the news is very strange, I tracked the other party's network path, and finally..."

He paused, and said clearly: "The news seems to come from the border."

Li Qiao raised her eyelids abruptly, and spoke slowly, "Border?"

A Chang replied solemnly: "It will never be wrong."

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes, her eyes turned cold.

How could anyone at the border know that she was looking for the whereabouts of the Jing family?

And so "intimately" disclosed to A Chang...

At the beginning, Uncle Shen of the Sixth Bureau gave her the information about Jing's family. She did ask Achang to follow up later, but outsiders didn't know it at all.

Li Qiao was silent for a while, Achang looked around, and took a step forward and whispered: "I did some research before I came here, the permanent population of Tongliang County is less than 100,000, Jing Yifeng has been living here, many people call him Uncle Scar."

"Go and have a look first."

...

It is more than 200 kilometers from Yancheng Yuanjiao Airport to Tongliang County, about three hours away.

Li Qiao put down the co-pilot's seat, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

If the person in Tongliang County is really Jing Yifeng, who is helping her secretly?

If not, what is the purpose of leading her to Tongliang County?

With such doubts, at 2:30 in the afternoon, the off-road vehicle drove into the not-so-spacious road in Tongliang County.

As A Chang said, in a small county with a permanent population of less than 100,000, the tallest residential buildings do not exceed six floors, and there is simplicity and tranquility everywhere.

Tongliang County is surrounded by mountains on three sides, like a small town in the mountains standing among the yellowed forests.

In front of a barber shop, colorful rolls were shaking. A Chang stopped the car, looked at the storefront of more than 20 square meters, turned his head and said to Li Qiao, "This is the place."

Li Qiao looked at the old storefront through the car window, and could vaguely see a person sitting on the sofa under the window.

She pushed the door and got out of the car, followed by Achang.

Open the wooden door with peeling paint, and the storefront is filled with the smell of shampoo.

Seeing a guest coming, the middle-aged man who was reading a newspaper on the sofa stood up with a limp, his voice was abnormally hoarse, "Do you want to cut your hair?"

Li Qiao stood still and raised her head, her calm gaze resting vaguely on his neck covered with burn scars.

He is over fifty years old, hunchbacked, lame, with slightly long, almost white hair, looking a little scruffy.

She looked directly at the other party's shocked eyes, "Hello."

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and he calmed down in just three seconds, like a pool of stagnant water, no matter how difficult it is to make any ripples, "Cut hair or wash it?"

He repeated that sentence, turned around and limped to the old-fashioned black shoulder chair, picked up the rug and shook the shattered hair on it.

Li Qiao gave A Chang a look, and the latter went out the door knowingly.

In the small shop of more than 20 square meters, Li Qiao and the middle-aged man were not far apart, peacefully coexisting strangely and quietly.

Li Qiao looked at the side face of the other party. The scar stretched from behind the ear to under the collar. He must have suffered serious burns. There was no good skin around his neck, and even his vocal cords were obviously hoarse after being damaged.

The other party shook the cloth in his hand again, "Should I cut it?"

Li Qiao walked to the chair and sat down without saying a word, looking at the man behind him through the mirror.

His facial features are fairly clear, and there are scars on the side of his face, and some familiar outlines can be vaguely seen.

On the way here, she carefully looked at Jing Yilan's photo, and the abnormal attitude of the middle-aged man in front of her seemed to be able to prove his identity.

Li Qiao sat down for a long while, but the other party didn't make any move.

The gazes of the two people met in the mirror, the middle-aged man's fingers clenched Gebu tightly, with more force until he began to tremble, "Who are you..."

He made a difficult question, the corners of his drooping eyes were red, and he stared at the person in the mirror.

Li Qiao stood up, turned around and met her eyes, "I'm Li Qiao."

The middle-aged man took a breath, opened his mouth in a trance, and murmured, "The surname is not Mu..."

"Are you Jing Yifeng?" Li Qiao asked bluntly.

The other party's eyes trembled, "I'm not, Jing Yifeng died a long time ago."

Li Qiao pursed her lips and remained silent.

And the middle-aged man let out a hoarse and ugly laugh, "He was killed by his own sister..."

I'm busy, there will be two changes in the early morning, and the rest will be watched at six o'clock tomorrow afternoon