Several days later, Shen Ci informed a few trusted individuals about his decision to book train compartments to expand his business.
Han Zheng reacted with great surprise, calling Meng Chuyue over, "What’s this about? How did this kid suddenly come up with this idea? You didn’t suggest it to him, did you?"
Han Zheng wasn’t afraid of Meng Chuyue giving such advice to Shen Ci; what worried him was the possibility of her accidentally revealing the secret of rebirth.
Although it seemed that Shen Ci was trustworthy, it was still better to keep the secret for a bit longer due to its significance.
Meng Chuyue was well aware of Han Zheng’s concerns and couldn’t help but chuckle, "No, he thought of it on his own. Actually, it’s quite normal. During the period of the Republic of China, many did business by booking train compartments, didn’t they? It’s normal for him to think of this."
Han Zheng replied, "Normal, normal, I was mistaken."
Han Zheng now had nothing but admiration for Shen Ci’s business acumen.
Indeed, not just back then, even now, many transport goods by booking train compartments, but long-term bookings of passenger train compartments like Shen Ci’s were unheard of.
The advantage was being able to go to more places, farther away, and with more flexibility.
The negotiations with the transportation department were quickly concluded.
It was a win-win situation.
It didn’t affect passenger traffic; they just had to add an extra luggage compartment or switch to a slightly larger one.
Moreover, Shen Ci’s agreement was to temporarily only transport high-quality fruits and vegetables.
These were safe types of cargo, and since Shen Ci was increasing their revenue, they had no reason to refuse.
About half a month later, Zhao Sulan learned from Lin Fangwei that Lin Yuzhe was now living with Meng Chuyue.
She was as excited as Lin Fangwei had been upon hearing the news: Ha-ha, she had found another excuse to get close to Meng Chuyue.
Both she and Lin Fangwei didn’t think Lin Yuzhe would dislike Zhao Sulan.
Previously, Lin Yuzhe was particularly attached to Zhao Sulan, which could be summed up in one phrase: "Mother is the best."
Zhao Sulan immediately went to the Medicinal Food Hall, overwhelmed with excitement.
Of course, she knew Lin Yuzhe was attending a nearby junior high school
She chose to visit after school let out.
Armed with a legitimate reason, Zhao Sulan walked in confidently, asking the staff where Meng Chuyue and Zhao Xiaoxin were, saying she was their mother and there to see Lin Yuzhe.
She had thought that either Meng Chuyue or Zhao Xiaoxin would come out to meet her, but only Han Muyang appeared.
Han Muyang squinted his eyes, looking stern and intimidating, and casually asked, "You’re here to see Yuzhe?"
"Yes, yes, that’s right," said Zhao Sulan, flushed with excitement.
Han Muyang nodded coolly, "Follow me."
Zhao Sulan was taken aback, "Aren’t Chuyue and Xiao Xin around?"
Still indifferent, Han Muyang asked, "Whom do you really want to see?"
Damn it, can’t she see both?
Well, no, she really can’t.
Because they don’t want to see her, and she dares not argue.
Smiling awkwardly, she followed Han Muyang to a private room where Lin Yuzhe was sitting, peeling an orange. Han Muyang gently asked, "She’s here. Are you okay by yourself, or do you want me to stay?"
Lin Yuzhe gave him a reassuring smile and spoke like a little adult, "I’ll be fine on my own, don’t worry."
Still concerned, Han Muyang said, "I’ll wait outside the door."
After saying that, he gestured for Zhao Sulan to enter and then stood quietly outside the partially closed door.
Ah, he used to envy those with biological parents when he was a child. Later, seeing how many of his classmates’ biological parents treated them no better than how Han Zheng did, he gradually became indifferent.
Yet, if possible, he truly wanted to know his origins, even if the outcome wasn’t favorable—just to have a sense of where he came from.
So he wouldn’t constantly wonder if he and Sun Wukong shared the same origins.