Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

"Qingqing, how is Yiming now? I held him in my arms when he was a child!" Father Chen asked with concern.

"He is now the leader of the largest gang in Hong Kong City. He is living a good life. He just wants to find his grandparents and brothers and sisters. Uncle Chen, do you know where they are?"

Xia Qingqing thought it would take some effort, but she didn't expect it to be so smooth. It turned out that Chen Yingjun's father and Ding Yi's father were old comrades-in-arms, and they had done intelligence work together. It really shows that you can't judge a person by his appearance.

Uncle Chen has an ordinary appearance, is very amiable, speaks slowly, and is not in a hurry even if the sky falls. He has a low sense of presence and looks like a good guy. You really can't tell that he is an intelligence officer.

"I only know that Ding Bingwen's hometown is Zhejiang Province, but I don't know the details. After he and Comrade Jiang Xinzhu died, I looked for Yi Ming, but I couldn't find him."

Father Chen sighed again. He felt guilty for not taking good care of his old friend's son!

He later went to Zhejiang Province to inquire, but received no news. At that time, their comrades in intelligence work would not reveal the situation at home, no matter how close the relationship was, for fear that a comrade would betray and implicate the family.

Shortly after Ding Bingwen and his wife were killed, he was betrayed by a traitor and escaped from Shanghai and went to the front line.

Father Chen said that he would rush to Shanghai right away because he knew that Ding Yi must have another list in his hand.

Ding Bingwen was stationed in Shanghai for many years and had many intelligence personnel under him. He was the only one who knew these people. After his death, these intelligence personnel could no longer be contacted.

Only by finding this list can you find these people.

Xia Qingqing sensed Chen's father's anxiety, and without asking any further questions, she said she would wait for him in Shanghai.

She didn't develop the negatives of the two D-level ID cards she took herself, and would do so after Chen's father arrived.

When Xia Qingqing returned home from the military region, it was already dark. She asked the soldier who sent her back to drive back to the military region. Judging from the situation, she would definitely go to the military region frequently in the next two days.

Xia Qingqing jumped out of the car. Sister Xu from the store was the first to see her. She exclaimed in surprise, "Qingqing, you're back? I haven't seen you for a month. You've become more and more beautiful!"

"Oh, it's really Xiaoxia. No wonder I saw Yingyue just now. Why didn't Yingyue's father and Shanxing come back together?"

The old men and women gathered around, warmer than the July sun.

"They are staying there to work and won't be back for the time being." Xia Qingqing replied.

"Oh my! I heard people say that there are money to be picked up on the ground in Gangcheng. Master Xiao is going to get rich!" said an old lady enviously.

"When others say wind, you are the rain. Do you think banknotes are straw paper, and you throw them on the ground for people to pick up?"

Uncle Li's words are as sharp as ever.

"I heard from people that the poor people in Gangcheng are quite sinful. The places they live in are even smaller than a pavilion, and the toilet and kitchen are combined into one." Uncle Liu said slowly.

"Impossible. Hong Kong is full of rich people, Qingqing, don't you think so?"

Many people didn't believe it and asked Xia Qingqing to tell them the real situation in Gangcheng.

"It is indeed true. Although the wages there are high, the prices are also high, and the poor live a miserable life. There are many houses like the one Uncle Liu mentioned. The ones with toilets and kitchens are considered good. There are also houses with coffin boards, where you can only sleep lying down, just like in a coffin, and you can't even stand up."

Xia Qingqing has been to the slums in Hong Kong, which are dirty, messy and have a high crime rate. There is also a famous Chongqing Building, which appears in many Hong Kong movies. She went there specially to visit it.

The first feeling when she got there was that she felt extremely depressed, the kind of depression that made her feel suffocated. Xia Qingqing felt that she could endure hardships, but she might not be able to stand living in a place like this for even a day.

"Did you hear that? Xiao Xia's words are the most convincing. She saw it with her own eyes. Don't say every day that there are money to be picked up on the ground in Hong Kong. Do you really think that everything outside is good? I think Shanghai is still better!"

Uncle Li was very proud. He had always been against going out. He felt that neither the West nor Hong Kong was as good as Shanghai.

"No matter where you are, if you have money, you will definitely live well. If you don't have money, you will be pitiful. A house like a coffin board is uncomfortable to hear. How can people live in it?"

Uncle Liu shook his head repeatedly. After hearing what Xia Qingqing said, he felt extremely happy.

At least the house he lives in is spacious and he receives a pension every month. Although it’s not as good as others, it’s better than others. He won’t complain anymore.

Several aunties who envied Hong Kong City also fell silent. They had not expected that Hong Kong City, which was so noble in their minds, would have such an unbearable side. This completely dispelled their beautiful fantasy of Hong Kong City.

Xia Qingqing went back home, brought back a few boxes of snacks and distributed them to the neighbors.

Sister Xu, Uncle Li, and Uncle Liu got more.

"Qingqing, tell me the truth, what's going on in Hong Kong?"

Sister Xu pulled Xia Qingqing aside and whispered to her.

"Just like what Uncle Liu said, the rich live well, and the poor are miserable. But it's more prosperous over there than here, the salary is higher, and the education and medical care are better than here."

Xia Qingqing told the truth.

Sister Xu looked a little hesitant, as if she couldn't make up her mind, so she asked, "Where do you want to work?"

"No, I'm already old, why would I go there?"

Sister Xu looked around and asked in a low voice, "I want my eldest child to go to school there, stay there to work, and then bring the second and third children over."

Xia Qingqing blinked. She didn't expect Sister Xu to have such a grand plan.

"Are you willing to let all three children go there?"

"Why should I be reluctant? They are successful now, and I, as a mother, will be proud of them. I can also go to Hong Kong City to play in the future. Qingqing, do you think my plan is feasible?"

Sister Xu's eyes lit up. She had been thinking about this for more than half a year, every day. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She wished she could do it right away.

"Your eldest child will be a sophomore in high school in the second half of the year, right?"

Xia Qingqing has met Sister Xu's eldest son several times. He looks like his mother, a sensible and steady child, and also a good student. Sister Xu values ​​her eldest son very much and is full of pride every time she mentions him.

"Yes, I ranked second in the grade in the final exam last semester. I'm a pretty good student. My teacher said I'll have no problem getting into Fudan University."

Sister Xu's face was full of smiles.

"If you can get into Fudan, why go to Hong Kong?" Xia Qingqing didn't understand.

Fudan is a nationally famous university, comparable to Tsinghua University and Peking University. There is no need to go to Hong Kong.

"You don't know, the son of a relative or colleague of mine graduated from Fudan University with a major in mechanical engineering last year. Do you know where he was assigned?"

Sister Xu waved her hands repeatedly, her brows tightly furrowed.

"To the factory?"

Nine out of ten people majoring in mechanical engineering go to work in factories.

"That's right. He was assigned to the Red Star Machinery Factory. His family also used connections to help him. Otherwise, he would have to go to another province and it would be difficult for him to go home. Do you know how much this kid earns a month? Only 54 yuan. I'm a third grader in elementary school. I can earn more than him in a month by running a small shop."

Sister Xu sighed and said, "I worked so hard to study, but in the end, it's not as good as my store. Even if my son is admitted to Fudan University, he will only get 54 yuan in salary when he starts working. It's better for him to inherit my store!"