The next day, the two siblings woke up early. The sky was still dark, and they got up at around five o 'clock.
Children from poor families didn't have the habit of sleeping in!
The two of them made breakfast together. After eating, Xia Ning put her drawing board and paint paper into a backpack and carried it well. Xia Pingan also carried a thick backpack. In the backpack, there were oil cloths, balloons, inflators and other things that he used to set up a stall.
Then the two siblings put away 25000 yuan in cash, put the remaining 15000 yuan at home, and went out.
After leaving the neighborhood, the two of them first went to a bank's automated business hall near the police station and deposited 25000 yuan in the ATM machine. Then, they went to a nearby bus station together. After waiting for a while, they got on a bus and headed out of the city.
Today was the weekend. Every weekend, in the empty space near the General Temple in the southern suburbs of Xianghe City, the citizens spontaneously organized a temple fair.
In such a fair, many businesses would move all kinds of snacks and entertainment facilities there. The citizens there could also sell some of their own things, such as old records, old furniture, all kinds of second-hand goods, and some handmade products.
The temple fair in the General Temple was a lively place. It was brought by the Chinese immigrants who came to the Fire Country. It was said that it had a tradition of hundreds of years.
At around eight o 'clock, the sun had already come out. The two siblings took two buses and finally arrived at the empty space near the General Temple.
Many people had already arrived. Many people who came here drove private cars and pickup trucks. They found a place to park their cars and pickup trucks. Once they opened the rear of their cars, they could sell things.
Xia Pingan and Xia Ning found a five to six square meter empty space and began to set up their stall.
Xia Ning took out her drawing board, stand, dye, and paper. She hung up two portraits that she had already drawn and waited for people to come and draw.
One of Xia Ning's paintings was 30 yuan. It wasn't expensive, and her paintings were very good. Many people who saw such a beautiful and talented girl selling her paintings couldn't help but come and draw one.
Xia Pingan took out a tarpaulin and a folding stand from her backpack. Then she put on a wig and a smiling clown mask. She took out a pile of long balloons and inflators and began to inflate the balloons.
The inflated balloons turned into long cucumber-like strips in Xia Pingan's hands. Then Xia Pingan used the inflated balloons and twisted them into small toys like dogs, flowers, swords, and so on. She sold them for 2 yuan each.
There were many children who came here. As long as one child bought one, the other children would see it and want it.
Xia Pingan had been in this business for a few years. This business required little investment, quick results, and there was no need to worry about losing money. It didn't have high technical requirements, and it wasn't eye-catching. One only needed to buy some balloons, inflators, a folding table, and a tarpaulin to start the business.
The clown mask and wig were used to attract children. The cost of a few hundred yuan was enough. The business was small but quick, and it wasn't eye-catching. If it was done well, one could earn up to 300 to 400 yuan a day. Even if it was a small amount, it would still be 100 to 200 yuan.
The main reason was that there were two other balloon-twisting stalls competing with Xia Pingan, so they didn't earn much.
"Brother, let's save money and buy a pickup truck. In the future, when you drive here, we can go wherever we want. In addition to setting up a stall, we can also travel!" Xia Ning looked at the pickup truck beside her, which was very convenient to sell things. She couldn't help but say with envy.
The Great Fire Country, which occupied the entire North Guang Continent, was vast but sparsely populated. Pickup trucks, which were used for agricultural and commercial purposes and could carry people, were especially popular among ordinary families. At this moment, more than 70% of the people at the temple fair drove pickup trucks.
"Okay, when are you going to get a driver's license? When you're done, we can buy a second-hand truck and drive it together!"
Hearing Xia Pingan's words, Xia Ning suddenly became happy and was full of enthusiasm. "Then let's set up a second family fund now. It'll be called the Second-hand Pickup Truck Fund. Oh right, how much does a second-hand pickup truck cost?"
"Generally, it's twenty to thirty thousand yuan. Those in slightly better condition will cost about seventy to eighty thousand yuan!"
"Then our goal for the Second-hand Pickup Truck Fund is to save up seventy thousand yuan first. Come on …" Xia Ning began to encourage himself.
Xia Pingan had just wrung out two puppies and immediately opened for business. A little boy came here and dragged his mother to Xia Pingan's stall to buy a purple balloon puppy.
When Xia Pingan sold five balloons, Xia Ning also welcomed her first customer. It was a seven or eight-year-old girl in a dress. When she came here, she was attracted by Xia Ning's portrait and couldn't help asking Xia Ning to draw one for her.
Today, the number of people who came to the temple fair was much less than usual, and the business was not good. It seemed that the effects of the space invasion had not completely passed. Xia Pingan sold 106 balloons on the first day he set up a stall here, and the turnover was 212 yuan.
Xia Ning drew six portraits for others and made a profit of 180 yuan.
The two siblings ate two bowls of rice noodles, two spring rolls, two bottles of soda, and a fruit platter. Xia Ning also went to play the trojan horse, roller coaster, and shooting games, which cost 86 yuan. In the evening, the two packed up and went home. After a busy day, they made 306 yuan.
Xia Ning was very happy. Since she was in junior high school, Xia Pingan often took her here on weekends. Every time she came here, it was a very happy thing for her. She could play, draw, and eat delicious food.
The next day, the two rested at home, watched TV, cleaned, hung up clothes, made delicious food, read, and stared blankly.
Xia Pingan called the owner of the repair shop in the morning and told him that he resigned. He couldn't work anymore and was ready to change to an easier job.
"Pingan, you're still young. I won't stop you from going out. Young people all want to go out and see the world. It's normal. You're very talented in the repair business. If you still want to repair cars, you can come back to me. I'll give you an extra two thousand yuan every month. You can go to other repair shops and your salary won't be higher than this …"
The owner of the repair shop tried to persuade Xia Pingan to stay on the phone. He was very sorry for Xia Pingan's departure because in the whole repair shop, it was very difficult to find a young man who was as good at repair as Xia Pingan.
Xia Pingan politely declined.
He was going to report to the Committee of Order tomorrow. He didn't know what was waiting for him there, but with his remote vision, it was unlikely that they would let him out.
…
While Xia Pingan was on the phone with the owner of the repair shop, at the Xianghe National Committee of Order's encampment, a man in his thirties with thick glasses, a stubble of beard, slippers, and a flamboyant flowery shirt walked through the long corridor with his hands in his pockets and whistled. He walked to Mo Yanshao's office.
The door to Mo Yanshao's office opened. The short-haired beauty and the bald man who went on a mission with Xia Pingan walked out of the office together.
Seeing the short-haired beauty, the man in the flowery shirt's eyes lit up and his saliva almost flowed out. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he immediately went up to her. "Shanshan, are you going on a mission again? Do you have time tonight? Come to my place to listen to hifi. I just bought a set of speakers over four million yuan. The effect is great. My house is big and comfortable …"
The short-haired beauty didn't even bat an eyelid. She just glanced at the man in the flowery shirt and coldly spat out a sentence. "Get lost!"
The flamboyant man looked annoyed, but he didn't back down. "Sigh, if I had known, I would have been more direct and asked if you were willing to roll in the sheets with me!"
Before the black boots kicked his butt, the flamboyant man laughed strangely. His body was as agile as a monkey as he jumped forward and directly avoided the short-haired beauty's kick. He pushed open the door to Mo Yanshao's office and rushed in.
Mo Yanshao was behind his desk and had just put away a document.
"Boss, I've prepared the information you wanted on Xia Pingan!" The flamboyant man stopped smiling and suddenly became serious. He took out a black USB flash drive from his pocket and handed it over. "That guy is not simple. He's very interesting …"
Not simple? Very interesting?
Mo Yanshao raised his eyes in surprise. He first looked at the black USB flash drive and hesitated. He wondered if he should take the USB flash drive. The USB flash drive seemed to be stained with some unknown substance and looked dirty.
In the end, Mo Yanshao's mysophobia won over his curiosity. After hesitating for a few seconds, Mo Yanshao didn't take the USB flash drive. Instead, he directly said, "Go on, I'm listening …"
"After his parents passed away, he rejected the adoption family arranged by the government's social work department for him and his sister. He dropped out of school and went to work to support his sister's education!"
"Mm, I know that!" Mo Yanshao nodded.
"There are a few other things that you definitely don't know. His first business was selling balloons near his school. After selling balloons for a period of time, because this income wasn't stable, he went to a garage and became a car mechanic when he was 16 years old!"
"At 16 years old, it's not considered child labor. Is there a problem?" Mo Yanshao asked.
"Hehe, that's the interesting part. According to the information I collected, before he became a car mechanic, he had never repaired cars. He only had a junior high school education and had never received any training related to car mechanics. However, after he went to the garage, guess what? In less than two months, he became the main mechanic of the garage. He could already repair all kinds of cars and solve all kinds of problems. Generally, a young person who has never been in contact with car mechanics would need at least three years of training to become a skilled mechanic. The explanation he gave to the garage was that he learned it at home!"
Mo Yanshao's eyes lit up and squinted slightly. "What else? Go on …"
"And his parents …" The flamboyant man licked his lips. "His parents were victims of a major traffic accident in Xianghe City five years ago! “
"Oh …" Mo Yanshao's eyebrows twitched.
The major traffic accident in Xianghe City caused 11 deaths and dozens of injuries. It was the news that caused a sensation in Xianghe City. A sports car ran wildly in the city center at 150 kilometers per hour, then crashed into the crowd on the sidewalk waiting for the traffic light, crushing a bloody path …
Mo Yanshao still remembered this incident. The Committee of Order was the first to take over the investigation of the 819 incident. Later, it was found that this was a major traffic accident and had nothing to do with space invasions or supernatural abilities. The Committee of Order didn't pay any more attention to it and transferred the case to other departments to handle according to procedures.
"It's been five years since the 819 incident. If you didn't ask me to check on Xia Pingan, I would have forgotten about it. Then, my hands got itchy and I curiously checked on the people involved in the 819 incident. Guess what I found, boss?"
The flamboyant man still wanted to keep Mo Yanshao in suspense, but when he saw that Mo Yanshao was glaring at him with an unfriendly gaze, he laughed dryly and went on directly. "The young master of the Da Shang Group, Zhao Yuan, died in Germany four years ago. Zhao Yuan's body was found in his villa. The report and autopsy results in Germany showed that Zhao Yuan had been taking drugs for a long time and died of a drug overdose, ruling out homicide. Zhao Yuan's father, the president of the Da Shang Group, Zhao Jincheng, suddenly had a myocardial infarction three months after his son's death and died as well!"
"Judging from the cause of their deaths, there shouldn't be any problems, right?" Mo Yanshao's fingers tapped on the table gently.
"Looking at the cause of death of these two people alone, there is indeed no problem. However, the doctor who did the psychiatric evaluation on Zhao Yuan and helped him escape legal sanctions was accidentally electrocuted while lying in the bathtub at home four months after Zhao Yuan's death. The presiding judge of the 819 case lost control of his car on the highway while driving seven months after Zhao Yuan's death and fell off a cliff. The chief prosecutor of the 819 case was found cheating by the woman's husband nine months after Zhao Yuan's death and was stabbed to death. If these are all coincidences, the probability is less than one in ten million …"
Mo Yanshao's expression gradually became serious. "What else?"
"The most coincidental thing is that Xia Pingan's only record of leaving the country was a week before Zhao Yuan's death. He used a tourist visa and bought a plane ticket to France. I can't find any information about him in France. He didn't take a plane, didn't use a mobile phone, didn't use a credit card, and only left a hotel record in Strasbourg, France …"
"I remember that Strasbourg is very close to Germany. It's near the border!" Mo Yanshao said with a frown.
"Yes, it's only an hour's drive from Strasbourg to Offenburg in Germany. It's very convenient to travel between the two countries. Mannheim, where Zhao Yuan died, is not far from Offenburg. It's only a few hours' drive. On the fourth day after Zhao Yuan's death, he came back from France …" The flirtatious man smacked his lips, seeming to be unsatisfied. "Damn, at that time, Xia Pingan was only seventeen years old. It's really hard to imagine …"
"Don't talk nonsense without evidence, and don't hint at me. I'll judge for myself!" Mo Yanshao said with a serious face.
"Hehe, of course, I didn't say anything. I'm just stating some facts. They're all a bunch of scumbags. So what if they're dead? It's none of my business!" The flirtatious man shrugged and said indifferently.
"Anything else?"
"On the second day after the death of the chief prosecutor of the 819 case, Xia Pingan took his sister to visit his parents' grave. You'd never expect it. Half a month after this visit, Xia Pingan went to Qianlong Temple alone and stayed there for three days. After Xia Pingan left the temple, Master Yun Gu of Qianlong Temple announced that he would no longer tattoo people with needles! “
"Is Master Yun Gu's decision to seal off the needles also related to Xia Pingan?" Mo Yanshao was really surprised. Mo Yanshao knew Master Yun Gu. The fire lion tattoo on Mo Yanshao's body was made by Master Yun Gu. In the entire Yizhou Province, Master Yun Gu was the number one tattoo artist.
"This is my analysis and speculation based on the data and information. Xia Pingan's mobile phone location data didn't move for three days at Qianlong Temple. This was the time when Master Yun Gu completed a tattoo. When Xia Pingan left Qianlong Temple, Qianlong Temple said that Master Yun Gu was in seclusion.
Since then, those who came to Qianlong Temple to ask for a tattoo were received by Master Yun Gu's disciples. When Old Tu went to Qianlong Temple to ask for a tattoo, he didn't see Master Yun Gu. It was Master Yun Gu's disciples who did it. Master Yun Gu actually sealed off the needles after Xia Pingan left the temple. It's just that we don't know the reason. The possibility of the two being related is very high! "
"Okay, I got it. This matter ends here. You didn't come to my place today!" After a short silence, Mo Yanshao silently picked up the USB flash drive. In the blink of an eye, the USB flash drive in his hand turned into a light smoke and melted into a ball.
The flamboyant man's eyelids twitched as he patted his head with a blank look. "Boss, why did you call me here? Look at my memory, I forgot again …"
"Yeah, you're sleepwalking again. Go back and have a good rest!" Mo Yanshao smiled.
"It seems that I have to go back and make up for my drowsiness. Those evil spirits in my dreams are really harmful …" The flamboyant man yawned as he turned around and left. When he reached the door, he seemed to have thought of something as he patted his head and turned around. "Boss, there's one more thing. Zhao Jincheng has a son, Zhao Yuan, and a younger brother called Zhao Jian. Zhao Jian has always been studying in a noble school in France. I heard that he became a summoner two years ago …"
Mo Yanshao raised his eyebrows. "Got it …"
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