This time, Song Weiyang did not show up in person, but asked the bodyguard to take a trip and left his phone number.

3,000 yuan of early activity funds, and if you find one goal, you will get 5,000 yuan, and if you find three goals, you will get another bonus of 2,000 yuan. This is definitely a big business. The detective was so excited that he threw away other businesses and devoted himself to finding someone to Song Weiyang. It took only four weeks to complete it.

Hong Weiguo took back the information provided by the detective. In addition to the text description, there were also some secret photos.

Regarding the grandfather Song Xinghua, whom I have never met, my father’s previous narrative is somewhat wrong.

Song Xinghua started teaching at Hujiang University in 1951. In the autumn of 1952, he was merged into Shenghai Jiaotong University with the department and was transferred to Shenghai Second Machinery Manufacturing School for teaching half a year later. In the second year when Song Shumin went to the countryside to be an educated youth, Song Xinghua was transferred to the branch of Shenghai Machinery College. He suffered that kind of impact and was imprisoned for a few years. He did not return to school to teach in 1979 and finally retired from Shenghai University's School of Business Administration.

Those schools were completely messy. Take the School of Business Administration where Song Xinghua retired, as an example, the School of Business Administration of Shenghai University, which was actually changed by Shenghai Machinery College Light Industry Branch.

In other words, the last school where Song Xinghua taught was not Shenghai University of Technology as Song Shumin mentioned, but Shenghai University branch campus.

In the name of searching for relatives, a private detective first went to the University of Science and Technology to find people, but the staff file list was not found at all. He had to start with Hujiang University, but the school was divided up in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the departments were merged into Fudan, East China Normal University, Shenghai Finance, East China Politics and Law, and Shenghai Jiaotong University.

Then, the private detective speculated from the address given by Song Weiyang that Song Xinghua was later transferred to Shenghai Mechanical College and stayed at the branch to serve as a teaching position. But this was a dead end, because the Mechanical College was the later University of Science and Technology, and the detective had already checked at the University of Science and Technology, and there was no such person on the file.

Just as the investigation was re-invested, a private detective met a professor at the University of Science and Technology in his 40s. The professor's father was a colleague of Song Xinghua at the time, and the two families lived on the same floor.

After guidance, the private detectives traveled for several days and finally determined that Song Xinghua lived in an old teaching and work building in Hongkou District - the original site of the Light Industry Branch of the School of Mechanical College and the School of Business Administration of Shenghai University.

...

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

This place is full of tall buildings, but many blocks are dilapidated. The walls of Song Weiyang's goal of this trip also contain the word "demolition".

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

Song Weiyang put down his cell phone and saw a white-haired old man staggering with a crutch. His right leg was a little lame, and he had to sell his left leg first, and then drag his right leg forward, and the vegetable basket hanging on his elbow also shook.

When Song Xinghua approached, Song Weiyang suddenly got out of the car and asked, "Old man, is it going to be demolished here?"

"Disassembly, it will be demolished in two months." Song Xinghua looked at it carefully with half-squinted eyes, and suddenly felt friendly, because this young man looked like his son.

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

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

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

"Of course I'm taking the money. The houses in the suburbs are too biased." Song Xinghua said.

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

Song Xinghua said: "Move to the son-in-law's house."

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

"The son-in-law's family is too young to live in," said Song Xinghua.

"Then are you still going to move in after demolition?" Song Weiyang said.

Perhaps it was because of the inexplicable sense of intimacy that Song Xinghua was not prepared for Song Weiyang and explained in detail: "My eldest grandson is about to get married, and the new house has been chosen. The demolition payment I paid for was just the down payment for him. My granddaughter is also going to college, and she said she wanted to live in the school. When the two young people moved out, I, the old one, will move over."

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

Song Xinghua said: "Young man is your surname?"

Song Weiyang said: "The surname is Mu."

"Oh, my 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 understand real estate?"

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

Song Weiyang helped Song Xinghua to the vegetable market. The old man was petty when buying vegetables. Because of the difference of five cents, he walked seven or eight stalls in a row. When the stall owner weighed the vegetables, he still believed it and took the scale and passed it again.

Song Weiyang said: "Uncle, you have a retirement salary, why should you be so frugal?"

"It's a little bit to save, it's not easy to make money." Song Xinghua sighed.

After wandering around the vegetable market, Song Xinghua bought half a pound of vegetables and stood in front of the meat stall for a few seconds. He was reluctant to buy a ounce of meat.

Song Weiyang helped him out of the vegetable market and smiled and said, "Uncle, I'll leave first. Goodbye!"

"Wait a minute," Song Xinghua suddenly shouted, "Do you have any relatives in your family's surname Song?"

Song Weiyang said: "It shouldn't be."

Song Xinghua asked again: "Do you know Song Weijun?"

Song Weiyang said: "I don't know each other very well."

"Oh." Song Xinghua slowly left with a crutch and dragged his lame legs.

...

In the evening, it was getting darker.

Song Weiyang drove to a roadside noodle stall and asked, "Boss, what are the noodles you have here?"

The noodle stall is run by a couple. The boss has gray hair, but his figure is very strong, his hands are thick and short, rough and powerful. The boss's wife has short hair with her ears, a little wrinkles on her face, and her shirt has been washed to the point of white.

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

There is no table at the noodle stall, only some small stools, and customers need to sit there and hold a bowl to eat.

Song Weihong greeted enthusiastically: "Sir, sit down quickly. We have Yangchun noodles, three shrimp noodles, beef noodles, chicken noodles, tea eggs and salted duck eggs. Our three shrimp noodles are delicious, and the signature dish, do you want two bowls of them, gentlemen?"

Song Weiyang sat on the stool and smiled, "Then let's have two bowls of three shrimp noodles and two tea eggs."

"Okay, come soon!" Li Chenggong shouted cheerfully.

Song Weihong asked: "Do you need to peel the tea eggs? It's inconvenient for you to sit, so I can help peel them."

"That's going to be troublesome." Song Weiyang said.

Hong Weiguo sat down with his back against Song Weiyang, motionless, but his eyes were surveillance around him like a radar.

Song Weiyang asked: "Boss, why don't you make a few tables? It's more convenient for customers to eat noodles."

Song Weihong smiled and said, "The urban management needs to be arrested, but it is difficult 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."

"Is it quite hard?" Song Weiyang said.

"It's okay," said Song Weihong, "It's better to be down-to-earth than doing things in the factory. Selling a bowl of noodles and making money. Staying in the factory doesn't mean you can get a salary one day."

Song Weiyang asked: "How is the income?"

"I can't starve to death, but I can't be rich," Song Weihong pointed to several stalls next door and said, "There are too many laid-off workers, and many of them are setting up stalls to sell food. The business is not easy to do."

After chatting for a while, the noodles were cooked.

Song Weihong came over with her face. Because the sky was dark, she saw Song Weiyang's appearance clearly when she got closer. She said in surprise: "Sir, are you a surname?"

Song Weiyang said: "The surname is Mu."

"Oh," Song Weihong squeezed out a smile, "Mr. Mu, your face is ready."

A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old walked over quickly, wearing jeans and a big ponytail, and shouted from a distance: "Dad, mom, is the business going well today?"

Li Chenggong said angrily: "Why are you here again? The college entrance examination will be in the morning. Go home and review your homework!"

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

"You don't need to 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 took his girlfriend home, just the place we have to do, and when he goes back, he will be a light bulb for them."

The couple's faces turned dark and they didn't know what to say, but they felt more and more that they owed their two children.

The girl sat down with a stool and happened to face Song Weiyang. Suddenly she shouted in surprise: "Are you Song Weiyang? I have seen your cover photo in Youth Magazine!"
Chapter completed!