They finally had it out with their mother.
Three days.
Go find the bastard Wang Ba Dan, as Xiang Wan Feng called him, named Cui San Ye.
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Ping An and An Jing left home together, only to discover that the villa area was already swarming with police. After receiving permission from Xiang Wan Feng, the officers surrounding the compound let the siblings pass.
Inside the villa, Xiang Wan Feng stood by the window, watching Ping An and An Jing leave before tiptoeing into the kitchen.
"Hey, eating rice every day, rice every day. Can't we have noodles for a change? I already bought the pumpkin and beans, could you do me the favor of making a bowl of noodles?" Xiang Wan Feng's complaining voice came from the kitchen.
"Didn't I already make your favorite green beans with eggplant and stir-fried pumpkin with meat? You're so hard to please. If you don't want to eat my cooking, go buy it yourself!" An Wei retorted, not to be outdone, and reminded her husband to take his medicine after the meal.
Alas, if not for the police outside, at this very moment, in this house, it would be an old couple, bickering amidst their complaints, fumbling through a usual lunch.
"Here, eat slowly. You rushed those two kids away, is there something else going on?" An Wei slowly picked up the book from the floor, tidied up the living room, and brought a cup of hot water into the kitchen.
"I was afraid you'd mess up your act. Those two kids are no innocents. If they had caught on to anything, wouldn't your efforts have been in vain?" Xiang Wan Feng picked up a chopstick of shredded meat and found the strands were of uneven thickness, which was unappetizing. He shook his head in resignation.
"That's how it is. Cui San Ye said back then that taking my shares wasn't a forceful act, but a way to protect me. Looking back, it really was." An Wei said, "There's no other way. Ping An and An Jing have no idea that for years, I've been nothing but Ping Fan's puppet. Even Ping An and An Jing's shares were obtained through cunning on my part. Can these two really defy their father?"
"Don't worry. This is a matter of business, and everything must follow the rules. As long as these two find Cui San Ye and persuade him, they'll have full control. I'd really like to see what Ping Fan, who's only seventeen now, will be like then," Xiang Wan Feng said with a chuckle.
They ate lunch absentmindedly.
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"Don't rush. I checked the household registration information before I came. Cui San Ye's registered domicile is in Fan County, and he has a criminal record. Oh, go ask Da Shu and the others!" Gao Xiao Fei finally provided information that satisfied Ping An.
It wasn't dark yet when Su Tang, who had sneaked out, appeared at the milk tea shop with Zhang Xiao Ao.
"Master hasn't been back all day. I heard the case is already solved and the police are wrapping things up. He should have shown up by now to brag. Why isn't he back yet?" Su Tang said listlessly to Zhang Xiao Ao, chewing on her bubble tea.
"Adult matters are complicated. Maybe Master is happy and went for a drink," Zhang Xiao Ao replied.
"It's good he's busy, so he doesn't have to keep an eye on me. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to run around like this." Su Tang stretched lazily, about to enjoy some freedom while her master was away, when she saw her master and aunt rush into the milk tea shop.
"Da Shu!" Ping An, without even glancing at his beloved disciple, loudly called out Da Shu's name.
Da Shu came down from the second floor and, seeing Ping An, was about to greet him when he was stumped by Ping An's question.
"Twenty years ago, in the He Chuan region, was there someone called Cui San Ye?" Ping An asked.
"Cui San Ye? That name sounds familiar!" Da Shu glanced at Lao Yuan, who nodded in agreement.
"Find someone to ask me who this Cui San Ye is!" Ping An said urgently.
A few minutes later, Monk and several other influential figures appeared at the milk tea shop.
"Reporter Ping An, this Cui San Ye is quite a character," Monk said. "You know my boss, Brother Six, his boss is Run Fa, and Run Fa's boss is Gao Zi Dong..."
"Stop reciting the family tree, get to the point!" Ping An slapped the table.
"Oh, oh, Gao Zi Dong was ruined by this Cui San Ye," Monk said. "When I first joined the gang, I heard about him. He was apparently a coal magnate. People described his wealth in terms of square meters."
"Can you find Cui San Ye?" Ping An asked.
"It seems there's been no news of him for ten years," Monk said. "However, he was reportedly from Fan County. You might find some information about him there."
After hearing Monk's words, Ping An and An Jing exchanged no words and, ignoring Su Tang and Zhang Xiao Ao sitting beside them, got into the car and drove towards Fan County.
"It's over. Master has a new project?" Su Tang asked curiously.
No one knew who Su Tang was asking. Da Shu gave a perfunctory answer, watching Ping An drive away from outside the shop.
Fan County, the starting point of the missing girl case, had now become the endpoint of this series of cases.
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As darkness fell, Ping An, An Jing, and Gao Xiao Fei arrived in Fan County.
Gao Xiao Fei made a few perfunctory phone calls, claiming to ask friends in the public security system. After half an hour and several calls, he found people who knew of Cui San Ye but couldn't locate him.
After a day of busy work, the three were hungry and found a nearby noodle shop to grab a quick bite.
While eating, Ping An, as was his habit, struck up a conversation with the proprietress and casually asked about Cui San Ye. To his surprise, the proprietress said she knew him.
"Elder Sister, I'm a reporter from the He Chuan Daily. Here's my press pass," Ping An said hopefully. "Years ago, the excellent entrepreneur Mr. Cui San Ye of Fan County donated a sum of money to a poor family. Now that the child has grown up and succeeded, they wish to return the favor but cannot find him, so they've entrusted us..."
Indeed, a professional reporter. The reason was woven seamlessly.
"This Cui San Ye used to live in the alley in front of my shop, but he doesn't live here anymore. The house was demolished long ago." The shop was not crowded, and the proprietress, bored, began to spill Cui San Ye's gossip to Ping An.