I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

"Ding! Host is detected to be undertaking a clan bloodline tracing mission!"

As that mechanical voice exploded deep in his mind, Jiang Chen was staring blankly at the tiny characters on the family tree.

Jiang Yaozong. Jiang Yaozu. Jiang Yaohua.

Three names, three bloodlines, severed in 1948.

"Mission Rating: A! Reward: Special Item - [Bloodline Tracker (Single Use)]!"

"This item allows you to input an ancestor's name and accurately locate the current position of their direct descendants. Uses: once. Effective range: Global."

Jiang Chen grinned.

This system is basically a cashback machine; nine and a half out of ten times it involves dealing with money.

It's rare to get such a suitable prop.

"Chen-ge'er? What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Baichuan took off the two pairs of reading glasses stacked together, rubbed his eyes which were so sore he could barely keep them open, and looked at Jiang Chen with a suspicious expression.

The eighty-year-old man tossed and turned from nine o'clock to past two in the morning, his two bowls of beef noodles had gone cold and he hadn't touched them. Now he was practically slumped over the table.

Jiang Chen suppressed the smile on his face, walked around to the other side of the table, put the now-cold beef noodles aside, and patted the old man on the shoulder.

"Uncle, thank you for your hard work. With these three names, leave the rest to me."

Jiang Baichuan's fingers were still pressed on the line of annotations in the family genealogy, unwilling to let go.

"Brother Chen, how do you plan to find him?"

The old man's voice was so hoarse that it was unrecognizable, but the earnestness in his tone remained undiminished.

"This is not as simple as going to a county town to find someone. Nanyang, now called Malaysia, has tens of millions of people, separated by thousands of kilometers of sea. And it's been almost a hundred years, with the Japanese occupation, Malayan independence, and anti-Chinese riots in between... Whether they are still around, whether they still belong to the Jiang family, are all uncertain."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Uncle was telling the truth.

For an ordinary person without a system, this is indeed no different from finding a needle in a haystack.

But he has a system.

"I have a brilliant plan." Jiang Chen helped the old man up from his chair. "Go back and get some sleep, and wait for my good news tomorrow."

"Don't try to fool me." Jiang Baichuan steadied himself by leaning on the edge of the table, a glint of cunning flashing in his triangular eyes. "You've always been full of tricks, haven't you already got some connections?"

"Yes." Jiang Chen did not deny it.

"What connections?"

You wouldn't believe me even if I told you.

"you say!"

"Satellite positioning."

Jiang Baichuan was stunned for two seconds.

Then he snorted, "You think you can use satellites to find people? I think you've been watching too many science fiction movies."

"Uncle, technology these days is far more advanced than you think." Jiang Chen pushed the old man towards the door. "You go back to sleep first, I'll finish tidying up here."

Jiang Baichuan muttered "unreliable" and "nonsense" under his breath, but he still moved his feet outside.

When I reached the door, I turned back.

"Brother Chen".

"Um?"

"If we can really find it... Uncle thanks you on behalf of our ancestor."

After saying that, he wrapped his army green cotton coat tighter, hunched his neck, and walked into the cold winter night wind.

Jiang Chen closed the door.

Turning around, I glanced at Wang Dagou, who was snoring loudly on the sofa—this guy was sleeping like a log. Jiang Baichuan's shout when he slammed the table had jolted him awake, but now he'd slumped back down.

Jiang Chen ignored him.

I walked to the window and drew the curtains.

Then silently repeat in your mind: Activate the [Bloodline Tracker].

"Ding! Item activating... Please enter the source target."

A virtual screen appeared before my eyes.

On the semi-transparent blue interface, there are three input boxes labeled "Ancestor's Name", "Place of Origin", and "Last Known Location".

Jiang Chen entered them one by one.

Ancestor's name: Jiang Fuhai.

Place of origin: Jiangjia Village, Qingshui Town, Nam Giang Province.

Last known location: Malacca, Malaya.

After the input was completed, a line of text appeared on the screen: "Scanning the global bloodline database... Estimated time: 30 seconds."

Jiang Chen leaned against the window frame, arms crossed, waiting.

The progress bar on the screen moved forward one step at a time.

10%...30%...60%...

When it reached 87%, the progress bar suddenly accelerated and "whoosh" jumped to 100%.

"Ding! Scan complete!"

"A total of 47 direct descendants of Jiang Fuhai were detected."

"Currently surviving descendants: 39."

Main distribution areas: Malaysia (34 people), Singapore (3 people), Australia (2 people).

"The core family's residence has been identified—"

A world map pops up on the screen.

Dozens of red dots lit up densely in the Southeast Asian region.

The largest and brightest cluster is concentrated in the urban area of ​​Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

The map zooms in automatically.

The red dot is located on a cluster of buildings in the Mont Kiara district of downtown Kuala Lumpur.

The system added a line of text—

"The current head of the Jiang family (Malaysian branch) is Jiang Yaohua (third son), who is 96 years old and still alive."

Current residence: Jiang Family Estate, Mont Kiara area, Kuala Lumpur. The estate covers an area of ​​approximately 12 acres.

"The family's main businesses are: palm oil plantation, rubber trading, and real estate development."

"The family's estimated total assets are approximately RMB 80 billion."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows as he looked at the information on the screen.

96 years old. Still alive.

The third son, Jiang Yaohua, who was being held in his mother's arms in the letter, was actually still alive.

And it wasn't just a matter of barely surviving—it was about building a family fortune worth eight billion.

Although Jiang Fuhai, the second great-grandfather, suffered in the war, his bloodline not only did not break but also spread and took root in Southeast Asia.

"Goodness."

Jiang Chen looked at the figure of "80 billion" and shook his head to himself.

It's not about being grateful for having a lot of money.

With his current net worth, eight billion is just pocket change for him.

What impressed him was that the Jiang family had a strong backbone.

No matter where they're thrown, they can still make a name for themselves.

Jiang Chen stored all the information on the screen into the system's memory module, and then closed the item interface.

He walked over to the sofa and kicked Wang Dagou in the shin.

"stand up."

Wang Dagou sat up abruptly and reflexively shouted, "Here! What's up, Brother Chen?"

"Tomorrow morning, go to Old Chen the carpenter and have a plaque made of Phoebe zhennan wood. It should be six feet wide and two feet high."

What characters should I write?

"'The Jiang Family Lineage' was inscribed by my great-grandfather himself."

Wang Dagou rubbed his eyes and mumbled sleepily, "Okay, anything else?"

"Go find Attorney Zhou again and have him prepare a business trip itinerary for an overseas inspection. Destination—Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia."

"What?" Wang Dagou snapped back to reality. "Malaysia? Brother Chen, you're going abroad?"

"I'm not going alone." Jiang Chen walked to the door and opened it.

The cold winter wind blew in, making Wang Dagou shiver.

"Great-grandfather has to go too."

Jiang Chen stood at the door, looking at the dark, looming mountain behind him.

The empty freight cars parked on the railway gleamed coldly in the moonlight, while the lights from the factory were still on.

"It's been almost a hundred years." His voice softened, but every word was clear.

"It's time to reunite this family."

Early the next morning.

Before dawn, Jiang Chen was already standing in the backyard of the ancestral hall.

Wang Dagou is extremely efficient.

At 6:30 a.m., carpenter Chen Dashan carried over a plaque made of golden nanmu wood that still smelled of wood.

The plaque was polished to an extremely smooth finish, with the edges smoothed with fine sandpaper, giving it a warm and smooth feel to the touch.

Old Chen Dashan placed the plaque on the octagonal table, snorted through his nostrils, and that was his way of saying "It's done."

Grandpa Jiang Wanshan was pushed over in a wheelchair by Wang Dagou at seven o'clock.

The old man looked at the plaque, then at the calligraphy brush Jiang Chen handed him, but asked nothing.

He stood up and put his copper pipe aside.

It was soaked in vermilion ink.

The four large characters, each stroke powerful and penetrating the wood.

"Jiang family lineage".

After finishing the last stroke, the old man's wrist trembled slightly.

He put down his pen and stared at those four characters for a long time.

"Brother Chen".

"exist."

"What you said last night, was it true?"

Which sentence?

"Have you found them?"

Jiang Chen did not hesitate.

"Found him. Jiang Yaohua, the third son of the second great-grandfather, is 96 years old this year. He's in Kuala Lumpur."

The old man's copper pipe slid off the edge of the table and crashed to the ground with a thud.

He didn't pick it up.

The 78-year-old man stood there, his shoulders trembling slightly.

The lips moved twice, but a sound came out on the third time.

"Alive? Yaohua is still alive?"

"Not only is he alive." Jiang Chen bent down, picked up the copper pipe, wiped off the ash, and stuffed it back into the old man's hand.

"They even turned my great-grandfather's rubber plantation into a business worth eight billion."

The old man's hand, gripping the copper pipe, turned white.

He took a deep breath.

"go."

The old man's voice suddenly hardened, carrying an unyielding tone.

"I'm still able to walk. Even if I have to crawl, I'll crawl all the way to Kuala Lumpur to formally acknowledge this marriage!"

Jiang Chen smiled.

"Great-Grandpa, no need to climb. I'll charter a private jet for you, and you can lie flat in first class."

When the plaque was hung up, the sunlight shone down from the eaves of the ancestral hall, illuminating the four vermilion characters "Jiang Family Roots," and the grain of the golden nanmu wood shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

Jiang Chen stood under the plaque, took out his phone, and sent a message to Attorney Zhou.

"Express processing for outbound travel. Destination: Kuala Lumpur. Number of people: tentatively six. Departure within three days."