False evidence

Chapter 410 Four Sixes (Part 1)
I had never seen Tong Xiangnan with such a sinister look before, and I was quite startled.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Tong Xiangnan slowly said, "People often say that when a person is about to die, all their life experiences will flash before their eyes like a movie. I didn't believe it before, but now, hehe..."

He suddenly turned to me, winked mischievously, and said, "I still don't believe it!"

Seeing the smile on his lips, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor, I pretended to reach out and touch his forehead: "If you're not delirious from a fever, then you're mentally unstable."

Tong Xiangnan smiled and turned his head to dodge, saying, "If you weren't my nephew, I would really think that bastard hired someone to put on a show and make a fool of me."

"Which bastard? What's going on?" I asked.

Just as Tong Xiangnan was about to speak, my phone suddenly vibrated.

I glanced at it and saw that it was an unmarked number, so I was about to hang up.

“It seems this is really unusual.” Tong Xiangnan patted my shoulder and gestured towards my phone with his chin. “A number with four consecutive digits shouldn’t be a spam call.”

At that moment, I also noticed that the last four '6's of the number.

Seeing Tong Xiangnan nod at me, I hesitated for a moment before answering the call.

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone: "What do you mean? What do you mean we have no right to dispose of all the assets?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then I heard a man say, "It means that the old man made a will and has already made arrangements for all the assets under his name!"

"A will?" the woman asked. "Where is the will?"

"See for yourself!" The man's tone was clearly annoyed.

By this point, I realized that the other person wasn't speaking to me, but rather that the two of us were having a conversation while the call was connected.

I immediately started recording. I was going to put it on speakerphone, but after glancing at Erpang who was busy in the kitchen, I gave up on the idea.

After a while, the woman from before asked again:
"The company has its own legal department, so why did he hire an outside lawyer to make his will?"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?" the man said, growing even more agitated. "Damn it, I really don't know what this old man is thinking!"

The woman asked, "What are you going to do?"

"What? I want to ask him what he's up to!"

As the man spoke, hurried and heavy footsteps came through the receiver.

“Oh dear, what’s the point of asking him now!” the woman said.

The call ended a second later.

I remained silent for a few seconds, then told Tong Xiangnan what I had initially heard, and then played the recording of the call.

After listening to the recording, Tong Xiangnan murmured, "Could it really be him..."

Just as I was about to ask, Erpang poked his head out from the kitchen: "How do you make fried noodles? Just microwave them?"

Tong Xiangnan suddenly looked up, "No way! Didn't we just pack it up? Just eat it like this!"

Erpang said "Oh," and then said, "Then we can start eating."

Tong Xiangnan patted me on the shoulder, "Let's eat! We can talk while we eat!"

Lunch was very plentiful, with dishes such as shredded pork with garlic sauce, stir-fried pork liver with soy sauce, and shredded eel with hot oil... Roughly counting, there were about ten dishes.

However... all the toppings were directly packaged from the noodle shop, and the portions were small, but it still looked quite impressive when the table was covered with them.

It's not that I'm being lazy, it's just that ordinary people can't really make restaurant-quality food at home.

After spending a lot of time with Tong Xiangnan, I discovered that he is actually a very gluttonous person with a strong preference for southern flavors.

When I took his medical records to see a specialist, I didn't forget to ask him if he needed to avoid any certain foods. The answer was always the same—let him eat whatever he wants.

Tong Xiangnan scooped a mouthful of freshly cooked noodles from the large bowl and pointed at Erpang with his chopsticks:
"Did you add cold water? Suzhou-style thin noodles shouldn't be added with cold water! They taste best when they're slightly firm."

I moved the fried noodles that I had also packed to him in front of him: "This is all the thin noodles I have. I'll buy some more and cook them for you next time. Fried noodles are oily, so eat less of them."

"What right do you have to tell me what to do?"

As Tong Xiangnan spoke, his chopsticks were never idle.

I said, "You have quite an appetite today. How about the two of us come pick you up tomorrow morning, and bring Pidan along, and we'll go to a noodle shop together for noodles and some morning drinks?"

"Hmm! You just reminded me!" Tong Xiangnan pointed to the wine cabinet. "In the morning, we only drink aged wine, we need to have yellow wine! At noon, when we have side dishes with 'Ya Fan,' we need to drink some baijiu! Tong Sanqi! What are you standing there for? Get the wine!"

"I think you're just having a final burst of energy before you die!"

When I returned from the kitchen with the wine glasses after getting the wine, Tong Xiangnan was smilingly explaining to Erpang, "In this dialect, morning is called 'chenguang' or 'zaomeng'; 'night' is called 'ya,' and 'yafan' means dinner..."

He turned to me and asked, "You must understand the local language very well, right?"

"Asking knowingly."

I glanced at him sideways and couldn't help but laugh. My hand slipped, and I almost spilled the wine.

"Be careful!"

Tong Xiangnan reached out and lifted the bottle, raising his voice as he said, "Don't just talk, you'll spill the wine! I stole this wine! My dad treasures it, saying he'll only let you drink it after he holds his grandson!"

After he said that, Erpang, who was reaching for food with his chopsticks, was completely stunned.

That's because he wasn't speaking Mandarin or the local dialect, but rather a dialect from a certain region in Southwest China.

Erpang has always lived in the north and rarely travels far, so naturally he can't understand it.

The reason I was able to understand was because, in my mind, someone was providing an 'instant translation'...

When Tong Xiangnan said this, he not only raised his voice by eight octaves, but also winked at me.

The 'translator' I'm referring to is Lü Xin.

Putting everything else aside, this guy is definitely smart and has an extremely strong learning ability.

In short, one of the women he had cheated on was from that area.

Although his intimate time with that woman was short, I have no doubt that when he went to the local area, he would not have much trouble communicating with the older "natives" who could not speak Mandarin.

Because of Lü Xin's presence, I understood what Tong Xiangnan was saying, but I didn't really catch his meaningful glance.

In fact, before I could even figure it out, someone else responded to his words!
"You shouldn't have done that! You really shouldn't have..."

The person's voice was very muffled and unclear.

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw Gu Haitao turn over on the sofa.

"Pfft!"

The sofa was only so wide, and he moved so fast that he rolled right onto the floor.

Erpang clicked his tongue and tried to get up, but I grabbed his wrist and gestured for him to be quiet.

The reason I reacted this way is because—it was Gu Haitao who responded to Tong Xiangnan!
Gu Haitao was really drunk; even this sudden fall didn't wake him up.

Tong Xiangnan also saw his current appearance, his eyes darted around quickly behind his glasses, and he spoke again in that dialect:

"Actually, he didn't steal it; he asked me to give it to you. He eats more rice than us and is smarter than us. Even if we don't say anything, he knows he might not see our child again. He asked me to give you the wine so you'll treat me well in the future..."

(End of this chapter)