Chapter 1974

Chapter 1973

Early the next morning, a middle-aged man in a long trench coat came to Meiyuan, claiming to be the president of Qihua Detective Agency.

Aunt Zhuang led him in, ignoring Zhong Dashan's gaze from time to time, and directly led him into the hall, and locked the door to prevent some villains from eavesdropping.

"Mr. Xia, you may not remember me anymore, but I will never forget your kindness to me." The man bowed deeply to Mr. Xia who was sitting on the sofa, and said sincerely.

The old man carefully looked at the man in front of him. He was about forty years old, with a short cut, and an obvious scar on his face. His facial features were very tough. Coupled with the scar, he gave people a sense of calm and prestige.

The old man thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Are you the child who was seriously injured and abandoned in Fangshan Park?"

The man looked excited: "Exactly, I am the child who was dying and came back to life in your hands. I will never forget that you never left my side for three days and three nights in order to heal my injuries. Although I am not very conscious, I know that you have always been by my side, trying my best to treat a child of unknown origin."

Seeing that he has grown so big and his body looks very healthy, the old man couldn't help laughing and said: "The child back then has finally grown up, okay! It can be said that my hard work back then was not in vain, and you deserved it." Absolutely."

The man shook his head: "I don't believe in the theory of fate. If you hadn't extended a helping hand to me back then, how would I be where I am today?" Having struggled in society these years, he understood even more how much old man Xia's life-saving grace was to him back then. It is precious, not to mention someone picked up by the side of the road, even if someone sent him to the hospital, those doctors who threatened to save lives and heal the wounded all day long, without getting the corresponding reward, it is absolutely impossible for him to get that kind of full strength. treatment.

"Okay, there's no need to talk about the past. It's all in the past. I just did what I should do. You don't have to worry too much about it. What's your name?" the old man asked.

The man hurriedly handed over his business card: "My name is Qihua, and I opened a Qihua Detective Agency on Haobei Street. I received your call yesterday. I immediately checked your information and found that you are the benefactor I have been looking for for many years. , I was so happy that I stayed up all night, and came to see you this early in the morning!"

Xia Yuanqiu answered: "So, you have no news about Grandpa Deng?"

The man hurriedly said: "No, no, I already have news about Mr. Deng." He took out a briefcase from his handbag and handed it to Mr. Xia.

Old Man Xia pointed to the single sofa opposite him and said, "Sit down and talk! Zhuang Ju, serve tea to the guests."

Aunt Zhuang left in response, and Mr. Xia handed the briefcase to Xia Yuanqiu's hand: "Take a look!"

Xia Yuanqiu opened the briefcase, inside was a thick stack of documents and several five-inch photos.

There was only one page in the information that stated his address, and the rest were information about his illness. The photo was of him sitting blankly in front of a dilapidated room.

Xia Yuanqiu handed the photo to his grandfather: "Grandpa Deng looks much older."

Mr. Xia sighed, took the photo Yuan Qiu handed over, put on the presbyopic glasses hanging on his chest, took a closer look, and sighed: "He is five years younger than me, but now he looks like a Ninety-year-old lousy old man."