novelraw Chapter 927: Blue Collar of Youth
Chapter 927: Blue Collar of Youth
Song Tianyou appeared worried as he remained at the scene of the accident. He didn’t call the police, knowing that the Song family had more manpower than the local police.
Uncle Wu stood beside Song Tianyou, holding a black umbrella. The weather had turned cooler after a light rain fell at noon.
Uncle Wu was also holding a walkie-talkie, maintaining contact with the rescue team below.
"Sir, they’ve found the wreckage of the young lady's sports car at the foot of the mountain, but no bodies have been discovered," Uncle Wu said, sounding somewhat pleased. "This means that the young lady and the others should be fine. The fog has also dissipated quite a bit; they should be found soon, so don’t worry."
Song Tianyou nodded.
In addition to the Song family members, Song Haoran and Mr. Blind were also down there, while the three brothers from the Song family stayed close by.
This assassination attempt on Song Ying might just be a precursor; as the real leader of the Song family, Song Tianyou could also be in danger, so they had to be cautious.
Nearby, the Song family’s guards had already begun a search, ensuring that not a single spot where a sniper could hide was overlooked, to guarantee their safety.
"I might have acted too hastily," Song Tianyou suddenly sighed.
Though his voice was low, the three brothers with sensitive hearing could easily catch it, but the comment left them puzzled.Uncle Wu, however, had an inkling of what was going on. Last night, Song Tianyou had quietly called Song Ying to his room for a chat.
Afterward, Miss Ying had come out looking heavy-hearted.
Just then, Uncle Wu's phone rang. After listening for a moment, his expression became serious. "I understand. Just follow that lead."
"What’s going on, Uncle Wu?" Song Tianyou asked, turning around.
Uncle Wu replied seriously, "After the incident, I had people investigate, especially who had placed the bomb in the young lady's sports car."
"Have you found anything?" Song Tianyou’s gaze darkened.
Uncle Wu said, "After checking, we’ve identified the last person who might have planted the bomb in the sports car. It’s likely the mechanic responsible for its maintenance. He visited once while Miss Ying was in the hospital."
"And where is he now?"
Uncle Wu replied, "He’s gone; the whole family moved away without a word. Neighbors saw them leave late at night in a hurry."
Song Tianyou snorted coldly, "Who introduced this mechanic? How did you check the personnel?"
Uncle Wu smiled bitterly, "Sir, this mechanic has been servicing our family for a long time, since the eldest was young. He has nearly ten years of experience and is quite familiar with our guards… we’ve been too lax."
"Ten years?" Song Tianyou narrowed his eyes and sneered, "So, a hidden piece has been in place for ten years. It seems someone has had their sights on my Song family for a long time… how interesting!"
At that moment, the walkie-talkie crackled to life.
Uncle Wu's face brightened. "Sir, the eldest says they’ve discovered some traces, probably left by Miss Ying and Young Master Qiu; they should be found soon."
Song Tianyou nodded, more concerned about the safety of these two grandsons, while the issue of the hidden hand could wait for later resolution.
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"Girl…friend?"
Song Ying opened her mouth, feeling extremely surprised. She frowned, looking up and down at Luo Qiu in disbelief, saying, "You, a person like you, have a girlfriend? God! What kind of woman could tolerate you? She must be a heroine!"
"I do have some bad traits," Luo Qiu replied calmly. "So I’m quite grateful to have met my current girlfriend."
This left Song Ying speechless for a moment, then she became irritable, regretting what she had just said.
Had her head been caught in the door?
—What if my grandpa insists on marrying me to you?
Thinking of her own words, Song Ying felt her face turn red with embarrassment.
How could she have blurted that out…
"Don’t take it seriously," she said lightly. "I was just hypothesizing, trying to see if you would really refuse. It seems you truly have no intention of staying. Last night’s conversation and just now… you must have forgotten them all."
Luo Qiu nodded, "I think it’s better to pretend I didn’t hear it. Don’t worry; I will forget it."
"...You, of all people, have a girlfriend. It’s like the heavens are blind!" Song Ying exclaimed angrily. "You should be destined to be alone!"
Luo Qiu just smiled slightly and didn’t respond, instead standing up to say, "I’ll go check on the fire outside. You should rest."
As Song Ying watched him leave, she felt inexplicably that his back seemed a bit lonely. She mumbled, "Did I go a bit overboard? Ugh! It’s so annoying; why is he so good-tempered? At least he should get angry once, dammit! Why do I have to be the bad guy throughout?"
With a sigh, Song Ying gradually felt her eyelids grow heavy. Finally, weariness washed over her, and her consciousness began to fade.
"But… he showed up just in time. Otherwise… so annoying… acting like a prince…"
She slowly fell asleep.
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The fire outside wasn’t set up randomly but was created using a small technique. In fact, using smoldering embers was best for generating more smoke.
Luo Qiu held a branch covered in dry leaves, tapping the fire occasionally to produce billows of thick smoke.
With no wind, the smoke rose straight up.
Luo Qiu turned back to look at the room and saw that Song Ying had already fallen asleep. Suddenly, he found himself missing You Ye, so he snapped his fingers.
A shadow appeared beside Luo Qiu. This was an image projected by You Ye, not her physical form.
You Ye slowly opened her eyes; she should be in the club right now, perhaps sitting quietly or tidying up... basically doing those things.
“Master, did you need something?” The maid asked as she approached Luo Qiu, looking down.
“It’s nothing much.” Luo Qiu smiled, still gently waving a branch, “I just suddenly wanted to see you, so I called you here. Is that okay?”
“Anytime you call, You Ye will respond.” The maid smiled slightly and, hugging her long skirt, sat down. “Are you enjoying your vacation?”
“It’s quite nice.” Luo Qiu nodded and suddenly said, “Next week, I’ll accompany the Song family back to Hua Country. You should move the store near Mount Tai by then.”
“Okay.” You Ye nodded quickly.
“How’s business?” Luo Qiu asked next.
You Ye replied, “Actually, during your vacation, the store has hardly had any business. However, I’ve upgraded the game world of Tai Yinzi once, and currently, there are about ten thousand players born in that game world.”
“Already so many… Will there be problems?” Luo Qiu asked curiously.
You Ye shook her head, “There shouldn’t be any issues for now because these people are scattered around the world. Given the current population, it hasn’t attracted any attention. Of course, having more isn’t good either, so I plan to maintain it at around twenty thousand in the future, allowing some to come in and others to leave.”
Naturally, those who leave would become possessions of the club.
“You handle that part well.” Luo Qiu nodded. “If we have time, let’s play again sometime.”
“Sure.” You Ye nodded, seemingly looking forward to the next gaming session. A slight smile remained on her lips as she added, “As for the sounds in the store, I’ve basically rejected them.”
“Rejected?” Luo Qiu was taken aback, blinking.
You Ye said, “Yes, as long as we set up some attractions outside the store to draw in those wandering customers, they’ll suddenly come to their senses.”
“I didn’t realize there was such a method…” Luo Qiu hadn’t thought of a way to refuse customers.
However, even with a method to refuse customers, it wasn’t a long-term plan—without business, the store owner’s time would always be consumed.
Moreover, Luo Qiu didn’t believe that the altar would always allow such a rejection of customers—unless there was some supportive reason behind it, allowing the will representing the altar to acknowledge it, right?
“What’s the reason?” Luo Qiu directly asked, having considered this point.
You Ye replied, “It’s to cultivate Bucky… This part of the customers, guided here, will be redirected to Bucky. Those who are confused in their hearts can easily be swayed. The miracles they experience will lead to more believers. As long as there are a large number of believers, Bucky will have more resources at his disposal. He is a greedy guy, just unaware of it himself.”
Luo Qiu nodded… Giving up some scattered customers, if it’s used to cultivate a larger client base, perhaps the mysterious will of the altar would turn a blind eye.
Luo Qiu suddenly stretched, glanced at You Ye, thought for a moment, and then beckoned.
From a nearby tree, a fresh leaf flew directly into his palm. Luo Qiu pinched the leaf and brought it to his lips, softly saying, “My father taught me to blow leaves when I was a child. There’s a tune; let me play it for you.”
The maid tilted her head, letting her long hair fall naturally, her eyes sparkling.
The grass was green, and the wind rustled the leaves; he played a rendition of “Farewell.”
Inside the wooden cabin, Gan Hong’s slightly tense and pained expression gradually relaxed, while Song Ying’s frowning brows slowly smoothed out after falling asleep...
...
Luo Qiu didn’t know how long it had been before he released the leaf from his lips and softly said, “That’s about enough.”
You Ye glanced ahead... Someone had found this place.
They might have come here by their own abilities or been attracted by the sound of the leaf.
You Ye nodded, “Then, Master, I’ll head back now... Can I keep this leaf?”
Luo Qiu smiled slightly, and the leaf vanished from his palm. The maid’s face lit up with happiness—she was a projection here, while her real body remained in the store. Her real body had already seen a leaf placed in front of her.
“Young Master is here!”
Suddenly, a voice called out.
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...
When Song Haoran hurriedly arrived here, he saw Luo Qiu sitting by the firewood, with a simple wooden cabin behind him.
Also in the group was Mr. Blind.
Song Haoran rushed to inquire about Luo Qiu's situation, while Mr. Blind frowned slightly, seemingly focused on listening to something.
“Song Ying is fine, but Gan Hong is quite seriously injured.”
Upon hearing Luo Qiu's words, Song Haoran hurried into the wooden cabin. At this moment, Song Ying, who had been awakened, looked at her uncle, Song Haoran, and couldn’t help but show a child-like grievance.
Song Haoran embraced her and softly comforted her.
Soon after, using location tracking, a helicopter arrived above the wooden cabin, and Gan Hong was carefully lifted aboard, heading directly to the village.
Indeed, they were going to the village—because the village had better medical facilities. Mr. Blind said that Gan Hong’s injuries were severe and could lead to lifelong paralysis if not treated carefully.
However, after sending Gan Hong away, Mr. Blind had already temporarily reconnected Gan Hong’s fractured spine using special methods. As long as he received proper treatment, it wouldn’t be particularly difficult to restore him to his original state.
When Song Tianyou saw that Song Ying and Luo Qiu had returned safely, a smile finally appeared on his face... For this master Song, money could be lost, and power could be relinquished, but people must not be lost.
The following matters were much simpler: they just needed to send people back to the Cold Residence.
At this time, Mr. Blind was sitting in a bulletproof Bentley with Song Tianyou. He suddenly sighed, “No wonder he is the Supreme Noble; even in such a dire situation, he could remain unharmed, along with Miss Ying and Gan Hong escaping a calamity.”
Song Tianyou also sighed deeply, “Yes... It’s incredible that they survived such an explosion and fall from such a height. What could be more miraculous than this? I’ve heard that since last night, our Song family’s business has received good news. Not only have the stock prices soared, but we’ve also discovered oil fields and such.”
“The Supreme One is surely favored by heaven and earth.” Mr. Blind suddenly said, “Master Song, when we return to the country, could you ask Young Master Qiu to help me with something?”
Song Tianyou couldn’t help but be greatly puzzled—because, in his understanding, Mr. Blind was nearly omnipotent... What else could he possibly need help with?
“What does the gentleman need?” Song Tianyou asked cautiously.
Mr. Blind said seriously, “I would like him to help me find something. With Young Master Qiu’s status as a Supreme Noble, that item will probably be very happy to be close to him…”
“An item?” Song Tianyou was slightly taken aback.
Mr. Blind pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, “One of the nine dragon veins of Shenzhou... the Longteng vein.”