Beautiful beauties in the 80s courtyard

Chapter 492 Can you help me find someone?

Uncle Qin wanted to refute, but when he thought of the ups and downs of the past few years, he fell silent.

But because she had something on her mind and didn't want to keep it to herself, she told Grandpa Qin about her worries.

“Dad, I didn’t mean anything by it. It was just two young people dating. What Lu Qiaoge did is none of our Qin family’s business…”

Old Master Qin interrupted his second son rudely: "What, now that you're married, you think you have the right to boss people around?"

Uncle Qin smiled wryly and said, "Dad, that's not what I meant. Please let me finish what I have to say."

Grandpa Qin waved his hand: "You don't need to say anything, I know what you're going to say. I've heard your concerns many times before."

After a pause, Old Master Qin asked Second Uncle Qin, "Then let me ask you first, what was the foundation upon which Xiangyang Food Factory was established?"

Uncle Qin frowned and said, "If we're talking about the foundation, it's the enterprises run by the neighborhood committee. I heard they started by making corn cakes and shortbread."

"Yes, this is its predecessor. The current Xiangyang Food Factory is still a company under the jurisdiction of the subdistrict office, which is under the jurisdiction of the 516 Military Factory. So who is in charge of the 516 Military Factory?"

Uncle Qin fell silent.

516 is directly under the jurisdiction of higher authorities.

“Your concerns are understandable, but as far as I know, Director Hu of Xiangyang Subdistrict Office has always had documents issued by higher authorities, regardless of the stage. Besides, so far, Xiangyang Subdistrict Office is rooted in the grassroots, solving the employment problems of unemployed youth and educated youth returning to the city, and encouraging the members of a nearby commune called Manshan Commune to engage in sideline businesses, improve their living standards, and promote social progress.”

Uncle Qin really didn't know: "What does they have to do with the commune?"

"You're really out of the loop, aren't you? Well then, I won't go into details. Why don't you take a few days off and come with us to Jiangcheng?"

After thinking about it, Uncle Qin readily agreed.

To be honest, he was also very interested in seeing what kind of company this subdistrict office was.
He now works in the resources department and often travels all over the country. He visited Jiangcheng once, but that was a few years ago.
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Lu Qiaoge was unaware that some members of the Qin family were worried that her current identity would affect the Qin family, and did not want her to have too frequent contact with the people in Hong Kong.

At this moment, Lu Qiaoge was on her way to the Foreign Trade Bureau. It was the time when students were heading to school, and along the way, you could see groups of two or three teenagers carrying schoolbags, walking briskly towards the school.

Little Cangcang, who came with Lu Qiaoge, said: "Little master, those classmates who just passed by are from the same school as the boy I told you about."

Lu Qiaoge nodded and continued driving, but at a slower speed.

Because there were many students on their way to school by the roadside.

Just before I was about to leave work in the morning, Lao Zhou called and said that for the past two weeks, a boy in his early teens had been standing at the gate of the Foreign Trade Bureau every day, during the time he was going to school, specifically in the morning and afternoon.

I would wait there for about twenty minutes every day, and then run away with my schoolbag on my back.

At first, no one noticed, but the security guard has noticed it in the last two days.

The gatekeeper kindly asked him who he was looking for or who he was waiting for. The young boy said he wanted to wait for Director Lu of Xiangyang Food Factory.

So Lao Zhou called Lu Qiaoge, but the young boy ran away too fast, and they still don't know which school he goes to.

But he has now appeared.

Xiao Cangcang immediately told Lu Qiaoge.

Lu Qiaoge drove this way.

At this time, Lao Zhou and his colleagues hadn't started work yet.

Lu Qiaoge parked her car on the side of the road and saw a somewhat thin boy, around ten years old, carrying a worn-out, faded yellow military satchel, standing obediently at the entrance of the Foreign Trade Bureau, looking in her direction. Then, he spotted Lu Qiaoge at a glance. The boy's eyes widened instantly, his mouth slightly agape, as if he couldn't quite process what he was seeing.

Lu Qiaoge strode forward and stood in front of him, saying in a gentle voice, "I heard from the gatekeeper that you were looking for me. Let me introduce myself. I am Lu Qiaoge from Xiangyang Subdistrict Office."

Lu Qiaoge looked at the young boy in front of her.

Although she looks dark and thin, she has very good facial features and is considered pretty.

It's just that she wasn't dressed very well.

The clothes were worn out, the sleeves and pants were too short, and it was obvious that they had been worn for a long time, with the cuffs worn through.

The shoes on my feet were also worn out, patched upon patched.

The stitches weren't good either, they were crooked and uneven, and some parts weren't sewn up properly. Now it's torn and a bit of the toe is showing. The child wasn't wearing socks either.

His hands, gripping the backpack strap, were covered in cuts and chilblains, and there was a scar on his forehead that, if pressed any closer, would have hurt his eye.

Although the young boy was a little nervous, he seemed somewhat incredulous upon learning that the person in front of him was Lu Qiaoge.

Just then, Old Zhou arrived at the door on his bicycle and called out from afar, "Director Lu, hey, this kid has been looking for you. We asked him what he wanted, but he wouldn't say and just ran off. We finally found him. Kid, whose are you? Where are your parents? What do you want with Director Lu?"

After a series of questions, the young boy became visibly more nervous, but he was also certain that the older sister in front of him was Lu Qiaoge.

Not wanting to take up the adults' time, he mustered his courage and said, "Director Lu, I... can I talk to you alone?"

"Okay, come this way with me."

Lu Qiaoge led the young boy to the base of the wall.

But Lao Zhou didn't leave. After all, this was the Foreign Trade Bureau, and he didn't know whose child this little boy was. He also couldn't guess what the boy was waiting for Lu Qiaoge for.

The child clutched at his clothes and said, "I heard that... your Xiangyang Food Factory does business with merchants in Gangcheng, so... could Director Lu... could you help me find someone?"

Lu Qiaoge asked gently, "Is the person you're inquiring about in Hong Kong?"

The boy said softly, "Yes, he ran away to Gangcheng fourteen years ago... My mother came to Jiangcheng with my maternal grandparents. I thought my father came with them, but I didn't expect him to go to Gangcheng with his family instead."

Oh dear, this is complicated.

Lu Qiaoge looked the young boy up and down.

Having that relationship during those years wouldn't have been good.

The young boy seemed to understand what Lu Qiaoge was worried about, and said directly, "My mother is crazy, she's been crazy for many years. My grandparents aren't here. My maternal grandparents are here, but they've both passed away."

Lu Qiaoge paused for a moment, then nodded: "Do you want me to help you?"

"Would you assist me?"

"Sure, as long as you tell me about your father."

“My father’s name is Luo Ziwen, and my name is Luo Aijun. My father was born in 1942. Our hometown is Tianshui Village in Nancheng. He went to the other side of the river with his family when he was twenty years old, but he and my mother are married.”

(End of this chapter)