What did Jiang Dafang come for?
Jiang Conghe remembered his three children; it was that child who looked exactly like him when he was young, even the expression when frowning was the same, more so than Qingqing and Xiao Tian.
He came not only to report a death but also brought a bag of money, which was all the money he had sent over those years, saved up by Li Guilan.
They hadn’t used a dime of it.
Thinking of this, Jiang Conghe felt quite bitter.
"My mother has died. Before her death, she instructed me to return this to you. She said she was from the lower class, too poor to be entitled to enjoy this fortune. I don’t want her to be restless in death, so I came," Jiang Dafang said coldly as he threw the bag of money at his feet.
"What kind of attitude is this?" Jiang Conghe looked very angry, his face darkening, "No matter what, I am still your father!"
And what was Jiang Dafang’s expression at that time?
Mockery, sneers, indifference, it had it all, except the admiring reverence Qingqing and her siblings held for him.
His gaze towards him was as if he was looking at a stranger with whom he had no relation, cold enough to chill one’s heart.
"I don’t have a father. But if Commissar Chiang feels guilty, I do have a favor to ask of Commissar Chiang," said Jiang Dafang.
Jiang Conghe was angry, but looking at his son, who closely resembled him, he couldn’t remain mad. Hearing the words ’ask for help’, with a desire to make amends, he asked, "What favor, you say!"
"It’s not a big deal. I have partnered with someone to form a transportation team. I heard there are some military supplies that need to be outsourced for transportation, and we are vying for them. If Commissar Chiang could give us an opportunity, I would owe you this favor," Jiang Dafang explained.
"A transportation team?" Jiang Conghe was surprised and asked, "Xiao Tian is also in this business. How did you come up with the capital?"
Jiang Dafang sneered, looking down, and said indifferently, "We cannot compare with the Loo family, it’s just a small-scale business. Whether it succeeds or fails, it is what it is. I am here for a word from Commissar Chiang."
This was mere child’s play, and since his son had come to him, how could Jiang Conghe refuse?
Besides, Li Guilan was already dead. She raised his son alone, enduring hardships without ever using his money. Now, even though his son was indifferent, he was showing some promise; he ought to lend a hand, so he agreed!
"So, you used your connections to clear the way for that little wretch? A transportation team..." Lu Shufen thought for a while. In the past two years, which external company was responsible for transporting military supplies?
"Is it Fangzheng Transport Company?" Lu Shufen thought of one and asked.
Jiang Conghe nodded.
"Jiang Conghe, do you not understand the significance of military supplies? Our Loo family has always handled this business. Yet, you want to help that little wretch get ahead. What are you trying to imply? Are you grooming that wretch to challenge our Loo family?" Lu Shufen shrieked.
Hearing that Jiang Dafang was involved in a transportation team, she felt incredibly uneasy, too uneasy.
Jiang Conghe was somewhat displeased. How could his children be wretches?
"It’s just the younger generation’s business. It’s not what you think. The Loo family has deep roots; is he even capable of shaking them? If indeed he could, then I would truly be impressed!" Jiang Conghe lost his patience, and continued, "Also, stop calling him a wretch every second. They are my blood. If you call him a wretch, then what about Qingqing and the others? How would they feel?"
Lu Shufen was taken aback, "What? You’re comparing my children to that wretch?"
Jiang Conghe frowned, and before he could speak, Lu Shufen threw a pillow at him, "Jiang Conghe, you ingrate, get out, get out of here!"