Rebirth of the Wild Age

Song Weiyang asked the private detective this time, but he didn't show up in person. Instead, he asked the bodyguard to go and leave his phone number.

3,000 yuan for the early stage activities, 5,000 yuan for finding one goal, and another 2,000 yuan bonus if the three goals are matched. This is definitely a big deal. The detective was so excited that he abandoned his other duties and devoted himself to helping Song Weiyang find someone, and it only took four weeks to complete it perfectly.

Hong Weiguo took back the information provided by the detective. Besides the text description, there were also some candid photos.

Regarding the grandfather Song Xinghua who had never met before, there were some mistakes and omissions in the father's previous description.

Song Xinghua began to teach at Hujiang University in 1951. In the autumn of 1952, he was merged into Shenghai Jiaotong University along with the faculties. After half a year, he was transferred to teach at Shenghai Second Machinery Manufacturing School. In the second year when Song Shumin went to the countryside as an educated youth, Song Xinghua was transferred to the branch of Shenghai Institute of Mechanical Engineering. Retired from the School of Business Administration of Shenghai University.

Those school changes were messed up. Take the School of Business Administration of Shenghai University, where Song Xinghua retired, as an example. In fact, it was the Light Industry Branch of Shenghai Mechanical College.

That is to say, the school where Song Xinghua finally taught was not Shenghai University of Technology as Song Shumin said, but a branch campus of Shenghai University.

In the name of looking for relatives, the private detective first went to the Polytechnic University to find someone, but he couldn't find it on the list of faculty files. He had no choice but to start from Hujiang University, but this school was divided up in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and its departments were merged into Fudan University, East China Normal University, Shenghai Finance and Economics, East China University of Political Science and Law, and Shenghai Jiaotong University.

Then, from the address given by Song Weiyang, the private detective speculated that Song Xinghua was later transferred to Shenghai Institute of Mechanical Engineering and stayed at the branch school as a teacher. But this was a dead end again, because the Institute of Mechanical Engineering was later the University of Science and Technology, and the detectives had already checked at the University of Science and Technology, and there was no such person in the file.

During the re-investigation, the private detective encountered a 40-year-old polytechnic professor. The professor's father was a colleague of Song Xinghua back then, and the two families lived opposite each other on the same floor.

After being pointed out, the private detective went back and forth for several days, and finally determined that Song Xinghua lived in an old teaching building in Hongkou District - the original site of the Light Industry Branch of the School of Mechanical Engineering and the School of Business Administration of Shenghai University.

...

The heavy rain fell intermittently for several days, and finally the sky cleared up, and Song Weiyang drove the van to Hongkou.

This place is full of high-rise buildings, but there are also many dilapidated blocks, and the target of Song Weiyang's trip, there is a big word "demolition" written on the wall.

After waiting in the van for more than three hours, and the phone was vomited by the greedy snake, Hong Weiguo suddenly said, "The old man seems to have come out."

Song Weiyang put down his phone, and sure enough, he saw a white-haired old man walking with a cane. His right leg is a little lame, and every time he has to sell his left leg first, and then drag his right leg forward, the vegetable basket hanging on his elbow also shakes.

When Song Xinghua approached, Song Weiyang suddenly got out of the car, accosted and said, "Master, is this place going to be demolished?"

"Remove it, and it will be demolished in two months." Song Xinghua squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, suddenly feeling kind, because this young man looks like his son.

Song Weiyang asked: "How to calculate the compensation for demolition?"

Song Xinghua smiled and said, "A house in the suburbs, or 160,000 compensation, choose one."

"Which one did you choose?" Song Weiyang asked.

"Of course it's for money. The houses in the suburbs are too remote." Song Xinghua said.

Song Weiyang asked again: "Then where will you live in the future?"

Song Xinghua said, "Move to live with my son-in-law."

Song Weiyang said: "Are you living alone now? Why don't you move to your son-in-law's house earlier and let them take care of you?"

"The son-in-law's house is too small to fit in," Song Xinghua said.

"Then you plan to move there after the demolition?" Song Weiyang said.

Perhaps it was because of the inexplicable intimacy that Song Xinghua was unprepared for Song Weiyang, and explained in detail: "My grandson is getting married soon, and the new house has been selected, and the demolition money I lost just happened to be the down payment for him. My granddaughter is going to college too, and she said she wants to live on campus. When the two younger ones move out, I, the old one, will move in."

"Are you going to buy vegetables? I'll help you," Song Weiyang said.

Song Xinghua said: "Young man, what's your surname?"

Song Weiyang said, "My surname is Mu."

"Oh, the surname is Mu." Song Xinghua felt a little disappointed.

Song Weiyang said: "I am also an employee of a real estate company. The boss sent me here to inspect the market."

Song Xinghua said: "In Hongkou, many places are being demolished this year. Your company wants to develop and buy land quickly."

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Do you still know real estate?"

Song Xinghua said, "Why don't you understand? Before liberation, my father-in-law was in real estate and built many houses in Zhabei."

Song Weiyang helped Song Xinghua to the vegetable market. When the old man was shopping for vegetables, he was very hesitant. Because of the five-cent price difference, he walked through seven or eight stalls in a row. When the stall owner weighed the dishes, he still couldn't believe it, so he took the scale and tried again.

Song Weiyang said: "Master, you have retirement salary, why are you so frugal?"

"It's a little bit to save a little. It's not easy to make money." Song Xinghua said with emotion.

Walking around the vegetable market, Song Xinghua bought half a catty of vegetables, and stood in front of the meat stall for a few seconds, not willing to buy even a tael of meat.

Song Weiyang helped him out of the vegetable market, and said with a smile, "Master, I'm leaving first. Goodbye!"

"Wait a minute," Song Xinghua suddenly called out, "Is there any relative in your family whose surname is Song?"

Song Weiyang said, "Probably not."

Song Xinghua asked again: "Then do you know Song Weijun?"

Song Weiyang said, "I don't know much about it."

"Oh." Song Xinghua leaned on a cane and left slowly with his lame leg.

...

In the evening, it was getting dark.

Song Weiyang drove to a roadside noodle stall and asked, "Boss, what kind of noodles do you have here?"

The noodle stall is run by a husband and wife. The boss has gray hair, but he has a strong body, and his hands are rough and powerful. The proprietress had short hair that reached her ears, her face was slightly wrinkled, and her shirt was already pale from washing.

It was Song Weiyang's uncle Li Chenggong and aunt Song Weihong.

The noodle stall has no tables, only some small mazza, where customers need to sit and hold their bowls to eat.

Song Weihong greeted warmly: "Sir, sit down quickly. We have Yangchun noodles, three shrimp noodles, beef noodles, chicken noodles, as well as tea eggs and salted duck eggs. Our three shrimp noodles are delicious, the signature dish, gentlemen Would you like two bowls?"

Song Weiyang sat down on the ponytail and said with a smile, "Then two bowls of three shrimp noodles and two tea eggs."

"Okay, come right away!" Li Chenggong shouted heartily.

Song Weihong asked: "Do you want to peel the tea eggs? It's not convenient for you to sit. I can help you peel them."

"That's troublesome." Song Weiyang said.

Hong Weiguo sat down with his back against Song Weiyang, motionless, but his eyes monitored the surroundings like radar.

Song Weiyang asked: "Miss Boss, why don't you set up some tables? It's more convenient for customers to eat noodles."

Song Weihong smiled and said, "The urban management must arrest them. It's hard to run away with a table."

Song Weiyang asked: "Are you a laid-off worker?"

Song Weihong said: "I was laid off last year, and my wife was laid off this year."

"It's hard work, isn't it?" Song Weiyang said.

"It's okay," Song Weihong said, "It's more practical than working in the factory, selling a bowl of noodles and earning a bowl of money. If you stay in the factory, you don't know when you will be paid."

Song Weiyang asked, "How about the income?"

"If you don't starve to death, you can't get rich," Song Weihong said, pointing to a few stalls next door. "There are too many laid-off workers, and many of them are setting up stalls to sell food. The business is not very good."

After chatting for a while, the noodles were cooked.

Song Weihong came over with his face in his face. Since the sky was dark, he could only see Song Weiyang's face when he got closer. He was a little surprised and said, "What's your surname, sir?"

Song Weiyang said, "My surname is Mu."

"Oh," Song Weihong forced a smile, "Mr. Mu, your face has recovered."

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl walked quickly, wearing jeans and a big ponytail, and shouted from afar: "Dad, Mom, is business okay today?"

Li Chenggong said angrily: "Why are you here again? The college entrance examination is coming soon, go home and review your homework!"

The girl smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm sure about the college entrance examination. Mom, take a break, and I'll help you greet the guests."

"You don't need your help, your main task is to prepare for the college entrance examination, go back quickly!" Song Weihong said.

The girl curled her lips: "My brother brought his girlfriend back home. It's just our house. When I go back, I will be a light bulb for them."

The couple's faces darkened, and they couldn't say anything more, but they felt that they owed their two children more and more.

The girl sat down on a mat, just facing Song Weiyang, and suddenly she shouted in surprise: "You are Song Weiyang? I saw your cover photo on the "Youth Magazine"!"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Little sister, you have mistaken someone."