Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 1137: Are You Still Human If You Ignore Someone in Need?
The video call faintly carried Lai Wenyan’s angry voice.
Although Tang Li didn’t have a great relationship with this father, he was still her grandfather.
As a grandson, watching him die without helping, what kind of person would that be?!
So, when Kun was about to hang up, the kid on the other end yelled to wait.
"You want white powder?" The kid asked him.
Kun stared at the child’s fair face, his eyes fierce. Suddenly, he guessed something and smiled brightly, "Yes, I want white powder. Do you know where it’s hidden?"
Song Jingtian gripped the cellphone with both hands, his eyes rolling around as he hesitated, "If I give you the white powder, then the people you captured..."
"Of course, they’ll be released!" Kun understood the little one’s meaning and made a quick promise, "Once that batch of white powder is back in my hands, there’s no need for those two to stay in the village."
Song Jingtian only wanted to ransom one person.
If it were two people, the flour would have to be doubled.
He heard that flour prices had gone up, reaching two yuan and eighty cents per kilogram.
Ultimately, he couldn’t reach an agreement with Kun. Kun said these two couldn’t be sold separately; they must be bundled together.
He could take one, but the price would have to be for two.
Kun also learned from the child’s words that he and Tang Li hadn’t gone to R Country but had returned to S Country.
At this point, Kun also guessed that the people named Wu were here to rescue Tang Li!
Those US Dollars he had, were probably stolen by them!
Though he hated it, Kun didn’t show it and instead asked the child to show the goods.
Having suffered once in silence, he had to be more cautious now.
Song Jingtian tossed a ’wait a moment’ and ran out of the study room, returning in less than two minutes with a bag of Golden Sand Bay’s home-use wheat flour.
Climbing onto his older brother’s usual swivel chair, he opened the flour bag.
Song Jingtian grabbed a handful of flour and spoke to Kun on the other side of the call, "Isn’t it especially white? It’s grade one, slightly lesser than special grade. If you think it’s good, I’ll have to put it back."
Grade one.
In their industry slang, it’s called number four goods.
Number five goods are the special grade.
Kun didn’t expect the white powder he had sought so hard was really in Tang Li’s hands.
Moreover, Tang Li had cleverly mixed it into a bag of flour to confuse the situation!
Who would normally associate white powder with wheat flour?
No wonder she’s Tang Shen’s granddaughter, just as cunning!
Now that it’s confirmed whose hands the white powder is in, Kun didn’t want to delay any further. After twenty years, the quality of this batch of white powder was bound to have diminished, yet it was better than nothing. The only thing he hadn’t anticipated was that the breakthrough point to find this ten-billion-worth goods would be in a child.
Getting Tang Li to hand over this batch of goods wasn’t particularly easy.
If Tang Li was willing to give it, they wouldn’t need to have captured her father again.
Kun turned his gaze to the child playing with the white powder, without showing absolute trust, "Two thousand kilograms of white powder, you as a child might not be able to decide."
Two thousand kilograms of flour would cost about five thousand yuan.
He could afford that.
Song Jingtian had it all planned and replied to Kun, "Just twenty-something bags of flour, I’ll send them to you directly, not telling Tang Li."
Things were progressing somewhat too smoothly.
Kun squinted as he examined this little chubby talker opposite him, "Aren’t you afraid of Tang Li’s punishment for handing over stuff without permission? So much white powder, sending it from S Country to Northern Myanmar, how will you pass customs? It’ll probably be intercepted at the border."
Underestimating you, Second Master Song, isn’t it?
Song Jingtian curled his lips.
He had some connections in the capital, after all.
Just two thousand kilograms of flour.
Tomorrow, he could call Old Bai, saying he wanted to send some flour to friends in Northern Myanmar, ask Old Bai to give customs a heads-up. He wasn’t going to Northern Myanmar to sell, crossing a border shouldn’t be too hard.
Song Jingtian leaned back in the swivel chair, pinching the cellphone, feigning maturity as he spoke, "I have my ways, we Song Family never fight battles we aren’t sure of!"
Song Family.
Kun looked at the kid again, his gaze shifting.
It was clear to him about Tang Li’s husband’s identity in S Country.
The reason he dared to bring Tang Li to Northern Myanmar was first by relying on home advantage and Isa’s approval; second, Tang Li’s unclean background, he guessed her husband’s family wouldn’t dare to publicize.
He didn’t expect the child he got buy-one-get-one-free, was actually from the Song Family.
This explained why there were people named Wu robbing them from the village.
The name Wu was likely an alias.
No wonder Ming took the child away, and Tang Li appeared so anxious.
Realizing the child’s unusual identity, Kun showed a smile again, "We’ve talked for so long, but I still don’t know how to address you."
In negotiations, the last thing one should lose is momentum.
The little one wasn’t intimidated at all, "I keep my name constant, wherever I sit, wherever I go. Song Jingtian from the capital!"
Kun might not know who Song Jingtian was, but that didn’t stop him from giving a commercial compliment, "So it turns out you’re Younger Young Master Song. I’ve long heard your name!" As he spoke, he steered the topic back to those goods, "If Younger Young Master Song truly can deliver the goods, next time you visit Northern Myanmar, you would be our village’s esteemed friend!"
Song Jingtian had no desire to return to that eerie place.
Every time he had to defecate, he needed to bring his own beam, and risk falling in at any moment.
When sitting on the beam, there was always a swarm of flies buzzing around him.
However, he didn’t show disdain on his face, only perfunctorily saying, "I’ll visit if there’s a chance."
Then he asked Kun for a contact number.
The two agreed to meet in Mu County.
As for Kun receiving two thousand kilograms of wheat flour or getting sorely infested low-quality wheat flour, fuming, he hung Lai Wenyan and his wife upside down from a tree for a night, that’s a story for another time.
Tang Li, having finished grooming her cat, returned to the study and saw Song Jingtian there.
The little one was putting down her cellphone.
"What are you doing with my cellphone?"
Tang Li suddenly spoke up, giving Song Jingtian a fright. He jumped off the swivel chair, "I’m just checking out your new cellphone."
Tang Li picked up the cellphone and unlocked it, as she checked it, the little one already slipped out of the study.
Half an hour later, scrolling through Moments, Tang Li found that Song Jingtian had shared a Pinduoduo purchase link.
It was a type of wheat flour, having a promotional sale.
The original price was three yuan and six cents per kilogram, now one yuan and seven cents during the promotion, only one yuan and two cents with ten friends helping cut the price, free shipping for orders above ten kilograms.
Without Tang Li’s assistance, people readily stepped in to help with a cut.
For instance, a well-known director [High Mountain River].
Later that night, Tang Li received a message from Song Baiyan.
[He Wei will pick up the little one after school the day after tomorrow, and take the cat back to Tan Palace while he’s at it.]
Tang Li wasn’t originally intending to just send the cat away.
After a while, she replied, "The cat hasn’t caused any trouble this afternoon, seems to like the villa, maybe it’s best to stay here for now."
This time, Song Baiyan replied after only a short while.
With just one word.
[Okay]
Knowing full well that men of Song Baiyan’s age didn’t type much when texting, Tang Li’s mood was still influenced by the message.
It was her suggestion to temporarily separate, yet the one following through was the other party, which turned out a bit absurd.
The next day, Song Jingtian was watching "Warm-hearted Uncle" on the first floor. Seeing Tang Li come downstairs, he deliberately informed her not to forget to send him to school early the next day.
Because they lived in the mountains, learning they had to get up at five o’clock, Tang Li stayed silent for a few seconds, "Wouldn’t it be better if you returned to Tan Palace tonight?"
The little one glared at her.
Though claiming he couldn’t wake up, the next day Tang Li still got up early, sending Song Jingtian to the school gate. Then she returned to the villa in Special Agent He’s car. Upon entering, she immediately noticed the shoes at the entrance.
They were Song Baiyan’s.
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See you tomorrow.
