"Also, during this period, Li Huan, my mother-in-law, and my grandmother may not have time to come back. Do you have enough goods here?"
"That's enough. Grandma Li bought another batch of goods before she left. I estimate they can last for a week."
Cheng Qiao nodded, took out a key and handed it to Zheng Qing. These were their spare goods. If the county town failed to deliver the goods in time, they would sell the goods here.
Also, if the money was not enough, she would let Shouhou pay for it first. She transferred 10,000 yuan into Qiu Min's bank account as a reserve fund, which could be used to make up for the shortfall in case she ran out of money to purchase goods.
Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, but she was a little worried in her heart. She felt that the proprietress looked very bad this time, and seemed to be in a very heavy mood, as if something big had happened.
But she is just a salesperson, there are many things she cannot ask, otherwise it would be beyond the line:
"Boss lady, don't worry. I know you and your boss have five children, and you have to take care of your mother-in-law and grandmother. The pressure is quite high. I will do my job well."
Cheng Qiao smiled and nodded, then turned and walked towards the train station. When she got off the train the next day, she saw Li Huan standing on the platform, looking around anxiously.
"Wife, you're back. How's it going? Have you found the little redhead?"
Cheng Qiao nodded, motioning Li Huan to take her home first, and they would go look for someone later when it was late at night and everyone was asleep. Seeing the dark circles under Cheng Qiao's eyes, Li Huan's heart ached.
"Go back and take a shower and have a good sleep first, and then take action at night."
Cheng Qiao nodded, and looking at Li Huan's already swollen face, she couldn't help but laugh. She looked like a ghost, but he still cared about her.
"Eat one, and you'll live a hundred years."
Looking at the snow-white and crystal clear health pills that exuded layers of exotic fragrance, Li Huan swallowed them in one gulp. He had almost worn out the soles of his shoes from running these two days, but in the end, he still got nothing.
When Cheng Qiao returned to the Cheng family courtyard, everyone gathered around him, wanting to ask him something, but seeing how tired Cheng Qiao looked, they couldn't utter a single word.
Cheng Qiao smiled at them, then returned to her room, went straight into the space, took a shower, ate something, and fell into a deep sleep.
Late at night, Cheng Qiao opened her eyes and appeared in the room. Li Huan seemed to have just woken up and was getting dressed.
"Are you ready?"
Li Huan nodded, put on a mask, cotton hat and gloves, pushed the bicycle out of the yard. Cheng Qiao locked the bicycle, rode the bicycle, and went directly to the guesthouse where Wu Fan had stayed before.
There was a lamp hanging at the door of the guesthouse. Perhaps after a long time, the light was a little dim, and it swayed slightly in the night breeze. Looking at the dim light, the two braked the car and walked closer to the door.
"Little red head, it's up to you."
The little red head was released, and the cold air outside made it curl up instantly. After a few breaths, the little red head adapted to the temperature outside, stretched out its long body, turned around a few times on the spot, and began to swim quickly towards the west.
Li Huan and Cheng Qiao became nervous and quickly got on their bicycles to follow Little Redhead. Little Redhead's speed was getting faster and faster. Cheng Qiao and the others were sweating profusely because they had exerted too much effort. Their bodies were sticky and they felt extremely uncomfortable.
Finally, Little Redhead stopped in front of a dilapidated house, with its long tongue about to go through the crack in the door. Cheng Qiao looked around and motioned Little Redhead to wait.
The door opened with a slight push. Li Huan did not act rashly, but walked around the house and found that it was a large compound with no idea how many families lived in it.
For safety reasons, Cheng Qiao asked Little Redhead to take them to the door of the room where Wu Fan's scent was smelling, and asked Little Redhead if he had smelled Xiao Cheng Li's scent.
The little red-head's tail flashed quickly, which meant there was nothing. Cheng Qiao's heart sank. It seemed that she had to get the information about little Cheng Li from Wu Fan.
The entire room where Wu Fan was was pitch black. Li Huan took out a thin knife, pried open the lock of a window, then jumped in and opened the door directly.
The creaking of the door made the two people still, but the snoring inside made them feel relieved. They locked the door and turned on the flashlight.
The flashlight focused on Wu Fan's face. Cheng Qiao took a deep breath and suddenly a medicine jar appeared in his hand. Li Huan's scalp tingled when he saw it.
This is something called numbing powder developed by Cheng Qiaoxin. Once you take the drug, your limbs will become numb, as if you were connected to the electric current that the human body is subjected to. You can neither die nor move.
Wu Fan, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt as if his limbs were electrocuted. He felt very uncomfortable and opened his eyes suddenly, but the strong electric light in front of him made him squint again.
He vaguely saw two figures behind the strong electric light. His heartbeat suddenly quickened and he seemed to understand something. It must be Cheng Li's family who came.
But Wu Fan was a little hesitant. He paid ten dollars to let a family let him stay there for a week. He suddenly decided to live here because it was messy and suitable for hiding.
Even he himself suddenly decided to stay here temporarily, so how would Cheng Qiao and the others know about this place? Even with the help of people from the Public Security Bureau, it would take some time to find them.
Unless someone secretly betrayed him, whether it was his childhood friend or the family who rented the house to him, Wu Fan was a little confused.
The flashlight suddenly went out, and the surroundings became dark again. Although Wu Fan squinted his eyes, the dazzling light still seemed to be in front of his eyes.
After more than ten seconds, Wu Fan finally got used to the darkness. He wanted to open his eyes to see what was going on. Suddenly, the flashlight beam lit up again:
"Fuck, who are you?"
"Where's my son?"
Cheng Qiao spoke coldly, watching Wu Fan trying to cover his eyes with his hands to block the light beam, but he couldn't raise them no matter what, so he could only close his eyes.
When Wu Fan heard the familiar voice and felt that he could not move his arms at all, he became a little nervous. Without the help of his hands, he could not sit up.
So he decided to do some somersaults, relying on the strength of his waist and back to sit up, but he was horrified to find that his legs could no longer move.
"It's you. You poisoned me."
Wu Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at Cheng Qiao with fear in his eyes. Ever since he left the Ye family last time, his whole body started to itch in the middle of the night. This kind of itch went deep into his heart, and it was useless even if he scratched his skin.
He went to the hospital, but the doctor said he had a skin allergy and prescribed some ointments and anti-allergic drugs, but these medicines were of no use at all and his skin became more and more itchy.
Two days later, his skin suddenly stopped itching, but his scratches were still there. Some of the wounds showed signs of festering due to repeated scratching.