HPDBC Chapter 162 One Flag
Chapter 162 One Flag
That night, in Tianshan City, at the Wild Grass Folk Song Bar.
An elderly singer performed a charming folk song on stage.
The guests ate snacks, drank wine, and chatted.
In the corner, there was a woman wearing a leopard-print tight top, a leather pencil skirt, and black stockings. .
He drank alone, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
Her name is Wang Xiuqiao, and she is the owner of a construction company.
This business was inherited from my father.
In many people's eyes, this person was born into a good family and is a lucky person who, as long as they don't do anything foolish, will live a life of comfort and ease.
In fact, while you inherit your father's business, you also inherit his worries.
Wang Xiuqiao swallowed a glass of strong liquor.
Some of the wine flowed down her fair neck and into her snow-white cleavage.
The young man at the next table was staring intently at this rather charismatic man. .
Wang Xiuqiao ignored those blatant stares and immersed herself in her own sorrow.
The father left behind a construction company, but also a hot potato.
A flag, a magical flag.
The origin of this flag can be traced back to my father's former profession.
At that time, Tianshan City was just a small city, not much bigger than a town.
My father was a lumberjack at the foot of Changbai Mountain.
Back then, there was no environmental awareness, and no policy of closing mountains to protect forests.
The father supported his family by logging and selling the logs to construction companies.
This job is not just physically demanding; it is also quite dangerous.
Back then, there were far more wolves, tigers, and leopards in Changbai Mountain than there are now; each one was a deadly threat.
As soon as it gets dark, you must go home, or you will surely become the dinner of those wild beasts.
My father always said: "If only I weren't afraid of tigers."
Tigers eating people is news these days, but in the past, it wasn't unusual in Changbai Mountain.
Countless loggers have died in the jaws of tigers.
Later, my father heard something and took all the family's savings to the South China Sea.
When he returned, his father had a flag in his hand.
From then on, my father cut down trees day and night, unafraid of wolves and tigers.
The strangest thing is that my father always managed to bring back a large number of logs, sometimes without even needing a horse-drawn carriage to transport them down from the mountain.
The father also made his fortune because of this.
Later, when the mountains were closed off for forest protection, my father had already saved enough money to start a construction company.
From the time our family was no longer poor, I never saw my father hold that flag.
As Wang Xiuqiao grew older, she almost forgot about the flag, to the point that she thought it was just a child's fantasy.
After all, how could a flag possibly fight off wolves and tigers, and also help transport timber?
Before her death, her father took out the flag that she had long forgotten.
Her father admonished her:
"This flag was lent to me by someone else; you can't use it."
One day in the future, the benefactor who gave me the flag will come to collect it.
Wang Xiuqiao listened to her father very much.
She wasn't greedy to begin with.
My life is already better than many people's, there's no need to covet more wealth.
Wang Xiuqiao waited for her benefactor for a full ten years.
Instead of meeting their benefactor, they encountered two outsiders.
Those two outsiders were newcomers to Tianshan City, and they had an astonishing background.
In just two years, it became the leader in the construction industry in Tianshan City.
They knew about the flag and gave Wang Xiuqiao two choices.
The first option is to hand over the flag.
Wang Xiuqiao hid the flag very well, refusing to hand it over even at the cost of her life.
The two outsiders had no choice but to give Wang Xiuqiao a second option.
The second option is to use that flag and join them, which will bring you immense wealth and fortune.
Wang Xiuqiao was not interested in wealth and status.
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The out-of-towner became enraged after being rejected by Wang Xiuqiao.
They dared not kill Wang Xiuqiao.
If you kill her, no one will know where that flag is.
They squeezed Wang Xiuqiao out of the industry and forced her to comply.
Wang Xiuqiao's business was getting worse day by day, and she was even heavily in debt.
But she gritted her teeth and persevered.
This evening, two people from out of town came again.
They issued an ultimatum to Wang Xiuqiao.
They must either hand over the flag or join them; they must give them an answer before dawn.
Before leaving, the two outsiders gave Wang Xiuqiao a cold laugh:
"We have a million ways to torment women."
Wang Xiuqiao was also very scared, but she had no choice.
There's no escaping it.
She's been targeted.
Wang Xiuqiao came to the bar to drown her sorrows, hoping to numb her stress with alcohol.
"Hey sis, can I have your WeChat?"
Wang Xiuqiao looked up and saw the young man at the next table.
His companion was watching them with a smile.
The young man said shyly:
"Sister, I'm a college sports student."
I lost a game with my classmates and they laughed at me for not getting your WeChat. Please help me!
Wang Xiuqiao felt nauseous.
I don't know why, maybe the internet has exaggerated the so-called "male superiority complex" to an extreme.
Do they really think that if an older woman pretends to be young and innocent, she should be like a pervert, clinging to him?
Wang Xiuqiao looked up at him and said earnestly:
"Either get out, or I'll call someone to throw you out."
The young man was taken aback. He looked down and saw the tattoo on Wang Xiuqiao's thigh. Feeling a wave of fear, he left dejectedly.
Wang Xiuqiao picked up a glass of wine, her eyes filled with disdain:
"A sissy who hasn't even grown his pubic hair yet is trying to hit on girls."
She poured the wine down her throat, put down the glass, and realized someone was beside her.
Wang Xiuqiao looked up and glanced at it.
He was a clean-cut man wearing a suit with a black trench coat over it.
Although he wasn't older than me, he gave off a sense of world-weariness and vicissitudes.
Especially those eyes, they were so cold and indifferent.
This is a dangerous type of man.
Normally, she would have been willing to buy this man a drink.
But right now... I'm not in the mood.
God knows if I'll even make it through tomorrow!
Wang Xiuqiao said coldly:
"Why don't you change seats?"
The man rudely sat down opposite her.
Wang Xiuqiao frowned:
"you......"
The man spoke:
"I have something with you."
Wang Xiuqiao was speechless for a moment.
What an old-fashioned, tacky, and corny way to start a conversation.
The young man next to him watched the spectacle with a smile.
What's wrong?
Are you saying you've already given your heart to her?
Wang Xiuqiao sighed:
"I'll give you two choices: either get out, or..."
The man spoke expressionlessly:
"Wang Fugui should have told you that I would come to collect that item."
Wang Xiuqiao swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
She looked at the man in disbelief.
How did he know my father's name?
Could it be that his father really borrowed something from him?
Did your father borrow money?
When my father passed away, besides leaving behind that flag, he also left behind an account book.
His debts over the years are recorded in the ledger.
Wang Xiuqiao lowered her eyes:
"Oh, I'm sorry, how much money does my dad owe you?"
Wang Xiuqiao suddenly stopped speaking.
Wait a minute... it might not be about collecting a debt!
Sure enough, the next second...
The man frowned:
"He took a flag from me."
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P.S.: Happy Lantern Festival!
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