Chapter 927 Wen Lifang
Guo Tao's idea reminded Song Chaoyuan of the novel that Luo Yang showed him. Guo Tao was just like the young man who loved martial arts in the novel. He devoted all his energy to boring research for years, and finally turned the ordinary sword in his hand into a precious sword that could cut through iron like mud .
The sword has already shown its sharpness, and Guo Tao's company has also begun to emerge in the international market. If he can keep this mentality, then the future of his company can be said to be limitless.
Don't underestimate such small-scale enterprises. In fact, there are many such enterprises in many European and American countries, and they are all well-known in their fields.
Song Yuanchao supports Guo Tao, believing that his thinking is clear and his ideas are practical.
The two chatted in the garden for a long time before walking back. Before returning to the ward, Song Yuanchao went to the bathroom and rinsed his mouth with tap water. He only went upstairs after asking Guo Tao to help confirm that there was no smell of smoke in his mouth.
After being discharged from the hospital, Song Chaoyuan rested at home for a week at Lin Yan's request, until Song Chaoyuan could no longer bear the boring life of eating and sleeping every day. Lin Yan took Song Chaoyuan to have a checkup again, and after confirming that he was really fine, she gave him permission to move freely.
Song Yuanchao had been out of work for nearly half a month . Although he had kept in touch with the company during his break, there was still a lot of work that had not been dealt with.
It took some time to finish all the backlogged work, and then he met with the company's top management and held several meetings. Finally, Song Yuanchao had some free time.
This year's Qingming Festival was delayed due to Song Yuanchao's illness. So after dealing with these matters, Song Chaoyuan took Lin Yan and the children to Gusu to visit his parents' graves.
Like in previous years, Song Chaoyuan and his team arrived at the cemetery smoothly, but this time they went a few days late, and the cemetery was already very empty, with almost no people there.
"Mr. Song! You are here at last! I thought you wouldn't come this year." As soon as I drove the car into the cemetery and stopped in the parking lot, an administrator guarding the cemetery came to greet me.
"Hello, I was late this year because I had something to do during the Qingming Festival." Song Chaoyuan shook hands with the other person with a smile, and turned around to get a cigarette from the car and handed it to him: "Thank you for your hard work. I'll share this cigarette with everyone. Thank you for your care."
"Look at what you said. This is our job. There's no such thing as care or no care. You are so polite every time you come. How can we feel embarrassed?" The other party was very happy. He had never met a big boss like Song Yuanchao who was so polite to ordinary people like them who guarded the cemetery. Some people who drove here usually looked down on them and looked down on them . How could Song Yuanchao be so polite to them?
After taking the cigarette, the administrator smiled and chatted with Song Yuanchao for a few words, and even helped carry the offerings to the grave of Song Yuanchao's parents.
When he got there, Song Chaoyuan saw that his parents' grave was cleaned up neatly, and he was even more satisfied. After thanking the other party, he and Lin Yan were about to place the offerings when the other party suddenly slapped his forehead and said something that made Song Chaoyuan turn back.
"Oh, Mr. Song, I almost forgot something. Didn't you ask us to keep an eye out for who comes to visit your parents' graves? Someone came to visit the graves a while ago."
"Again?" Song Chaoyuan was stunned and turned around to ask, "Who is here? Did you ask their name?"
"I didn't have time to ask that. There were so many people coming on Qingming Festival that when I came to my senses, they had all driven away..." Just when Song Chaoyuan was a little disappointed, the other party took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him, saying, "But this time I managed to write down the license plate number. Look, it's this license plate."
Song Yuanchao was overjoyed. He quickly took the note and opened it to see a license plate number written on it. Although he still didn't know who had swept his parents' graves, he should be able to find the person with the license plate number.
After all, the number of cars owned nowadays is not large. No matter whether the car is public or private, you can use some connections to find out who the car belongs to, and thus find out who has been visiting the graves of their parents for several consecutive years.
After thanking the other party, he waved his hand and said it was his duty and you're welcome. Then he left without disturbing Song Yuanchao's family.
After the other party left, Lin Yan came over to take a look at the note in Song Chaoyuan's hand and asked who might come to visit Song Yuanchao's parents' graves. Song Yuanchao shook his head and said that he had been guessing for several years but still couldn't guess it. But anyway, now there is finally some clues, and it should be found out soon.
After sweeping the graves of their parents, Song Chaoyuan and his family did not stay there for long and drove directly back to Shanghai.
When he got home, Song Yuanchao took out the piece of paper from his pocket and looked at it. There was only an ordinary license plate number on it, and this license plate was from Shanghai.
After thinking about it, Song Yuanchao didn't look for anyone else and called Zhang Jianguo directly.
It's just checking a license plate, there's no need to use other connections. Zhang Jianguo's logistics company has a good relationship with the traffic police team due to business reasons, so it would be most convenient to ask Zhang Jianguo to help ask about this matter.
Just over an hour later, Zhang Jianguo called back. On the phone, he told Song Chaoyuan the owner and address of the license plate and took a piece of paper to write it down. Song Chaoyuan thanked Zhang Jianguo, then looked at the owner's information on it and couldn't help but frowned.
"Wen Lifang?" This name was very unfamiliar. Song Yuanchao had never heard of it in either his previous life or this life. Moreover, in his previous life, due to Song Yuanchao's work, he seldom went to visit his parents' graves on time every Qingming Festival like he did now. He usually went there on Sundays a week or even half a month in advance.
Perhaps because of this, Song Yuanchao did not encounter the situation of someone sweeping the graves of his parents in his previous life. After all, he went a little early, and by the time of Qingming Festival, Song Yuanchao had already swept the graves in advance. At most, he would burn a stick of incense and offer some food to his parents at home on the day of Qingming Festival.
Now that he had a name, it would be much easier to find someone. It was getting late today, so Song Chaoyuan planned to go to the address above the next day to ask. For many years, Wen Lifang had been visiting his parents' graves, but he had never heard of this person, which made Song Chaoyuan particularly curious.
The next morning, Song Chaoyuan did not drive, but rode his bicycle to the home of the owner Wen Lifang. His home was not too far from Song Yuanchao's home, and it only took about ten minutes to ride there.
When we arrived at the place, we saw that it was an old house. Although the house was much smaller than Song Yuanchao's home, it was still a building of the era and it also had a small garden. Looking inside through the gap in the wall, the small garden was not planted with flowers and plants as we had imagined. The ground was hardened with cement, and there was a small car parked inside. The car was actually an Audi 100, which was authorized for production by FAW in 1988. This car was the predecessor of the classic A6 and was considered a very good car.
The license plate number was exactly the one the administrator gave Song Yuanchao yesterday. It seemed that the owner was at home. Song Chaoyuan stood at the door, took a deep breath, calmed down, and pressed the doorbell. Soon, the doorbell rang from inside.
After a while, unhurried footsteps were heard and the door opened.
A man who was much older than Song Yuanchao, in good shape and looked to be in his forties or fifties, appeared in front of Song Yuanchao.
Although this man is not young, he dresses very stylishly, a style called "old Keller" in Shanghai. He wears a plaid shirt on the upper body and a sweetheart collar sweater on the outside. The colors match very well. He looks outstanding but not frivolous. On the contrary, he has a Scottish style.
As for his lower body, he wore a pair of straight wool suit pants and pointed leather shoes that were so shiny that one could see through them. His hair was combed neatly, but not in a big bun, but in a style similar to a split hair with sideburns. A few strands of hair on his forehead were randomly bent with an arc. He was wearing a nice watch, but I couldn't see the brand at first.
"Who are you looking for?" the man asked. His voice was magnetic and pleasant to the ear.
"Hello, are you Mr. Wen Lifang?" Song Chaoyuan asked.
"I'm Wen Lifang, and you are...?" Wen Lifang looked at Song Chaoyuan, frowning slightly, as if wondering who the other person was.
"My name is Song Yuanchao, sorry to come and visit me."
"Song Chaoyuan? Sorry, we don't seem to know each other?" Wen Lifang asked with a little caution.
"Yes, this is the first time we meet. We have never met before." Song Yuanchao nodded.
"So why are you here...?"
"It's like this, do you know Song Guangzeng and Wang Sufen?"
"Song Guangzeng and Wang Sufen?" The other party was stunned for a moment, then thought of Song Yuanchao's self-introduction just now, and suddenly understood.
"You just said your name is Song Yuanchao? Then you are their...?"
"I am their son, their only son," Song Yuanchao replied.
"No wonder." Wen Lifang suddenly realized, then opened the door and said to Song Yuanchao: "Please come in, I didn't expect you to come, come in and sit down."
"Thank you..." After saying thank you, Song Chaoyuan walked in and looked around. This old house had been renovated, but the original layout was maintained.
The first floor is the dining room and kitchen, and there is a bathroom. Wen Lifang invited Song Yuanchao to the second floor, where there is a room that is his study and living room. After entering, Song Yuanchao's eyes lit up. There were several oil paintings inside, one of which was only half painted, but it could be seen that it was a landscape painting.
There are several oil paintings hanging on the wall, including figures, still lifes, landscapes, etc.
"You painted this? I didn't expect you're a painter?"
"Haha, I'm not a painter. I just paint for fun when I'm bored." Wen Lifang waved his hand and smiled, inviting Song Yuanchao to sit down, then asked Song Yuanchao what he wanted to drink. He had tea, coffee, and wine.
Song Yuanchao didn't have the habit of drinking early in the morning, so Song Yuanchao said that tea or coffee would be fine. Wen Lifang smiled and said that in that case, let's drink coffee. He got up late today and didn't have time to make coffee, so it was a good opportunity for Song Yuanchao to come and drink together.
