Chapter 418: The Situation Is Not Good, Moving Underground

Wei Ming had long known about the census. The *Third National Census Measures* document had been issued at the beginning of the year, and Peking University had specifically established a census leadership group, with Brother Feng on it.

Moreover, Wei Ming also knew that this would be the first time China would process all census data and information using electronic computers.

Wei Ming had known this news for a long time, which was why he had slowed down the pace of looking for his aunt, thinking that when the time came, he would go to Sichuan to see if he could use his reputation to get the local authorities to help check how many "Xu Shujie" met the criteria.

To see if he could screen out his aunt through big data.

At this moment, the three of them heard the voice of the neighborhood committee auntie, and it seemed there was more than one person; there might even be people from the nearby police station. Wei Ming couldn't help but think of next year's Thunder Action.

Sister Xue and Sister Lin were even more nervous; the situation the three of them were in now was hard to explain!

Wei Ming was the first to calm down. He picked up his luggage and said: "I'll hide. You go and deal with them."

Zhu Lin shouted: "Coming, coming."

Then she walked out slowly, thinking of stalling for time, while Gong Ying hurriedly tidied up the house, erasing the traces of Wei Ming's existence. Fortunately, there were no photos of Wei Ming hanging here.

Zhu Lin opened the door. Outside, there were indeed not only the auntie but also police officers from the police station. Moreover, they all recognized Zhu Lin, and one shy young police officer even shouted "Du Shiniang!" directly.

He had just watched this movie yesterday, and his expression was very excited, as if to say: I finally got to see a live one today!

Zhu Lin smiled: "I am the actress Zhu Lin. Are you here for the census?"

"Yes," the auntie holding the notebook at the head of the group looked inside suspiciously and asked, "You live in such a big house all by yourself?"

Facing this auntie who didn't look like a kind person, Zhu Lin said gently: "Oh, I don't live here. This is a friend's house."

As she was speaking, Gong Ying walked out from inside, and she was wiping her hair with a towel, creating the feeling that she had been washing her hair.

"Hello, Auntie. This house is mine. Come in and talk." Gong Ying said.

The few people didn't stand on ceremony and walked in directly, but Gong Ying had no intention of inviting them inside, so they talked in the outer courtyard.

The auntie was a bit unhappy; she wanted to go in and take a look. She asked: "How many people live here?"

Gong Ying: "Currently, it's just me, but Comrade Zhu Lin also often comes over to keep me company, and literary friends often come over as guests."

"Was this house passed down from your ancestors?" The auntie asked again. It was supposed to be a census, but now she had discovered suspicious points and had to ask clearly, regardless of whether you were a big star or not.

Zhu Lin and Gong Ying both felt how difficult this person was.

Gong Ying said: "No, I bought it."

"Bought it? You can afford it? This is a two-courtyard mansion!" The neighborhood auntie became excited; there must be a problem here.

They had long thought of an answer to this question: "I can't afford it, but I have a relative in the United States, a great-aunt in San Francisco. She is quite wealthy over there, so she gave me a sum of money to let me settle down in the city where I work."

Hearing that Gong Ying had overseas connections, the few people who came with her were a bit envious. Now that the reform and opening up had been going on for so many years, overseas connections were no longer something shameful; on the contrary, being able to receive foreign exchange would make people look up to you.

That police officer said: "Auntie Tong, aren't we here for the census? Why don't we hurry up? There are so many households behind us."

"I know, I know. Don't I have to ask clearly?" Auntie Tong retorted, then asked again, "Then is your household registration here?"

Gong Ying: "No, it's at my workplace, the Beijing Film Studio."

Auntie Tong closed the notebook unhappily: "A wasted trip. Let's go."

The young police officer said: "Comrade Gong Ying, your workplace will conduct statistics later. Just fill in whatever they tell you to fill in."

"Oh, okay, thank you." Gong Ying wiped her hair, leaving the police officer stunned. He looked at Zhu Lin again and suddenly felt it was so hard to choose.

After sending these people away, Gong Ying and Zhu Lin looked at each other, and only dared to speak after entering the inner courtyard.

Gong Ying: "I was really scared to death. I was afraid someone would see that Ma Xiaowei had been here, and then it would be hard to explain."

Zhu Lin: "Didn't you say it? Literary friends often come over as guests. With that sentence, there's nothing to fear."

Gong Ying sighed: "The census is really annoying. No one noticed me for the month I've been living here, and now I suddenly feel like I'm exposed to everyone."

Zhu Lin: "Mainly because that Auntie Tong is a bit difficult to deal with, digging to the bottom of everything."

As the two were talking, they went inside. Gong Ying shouted: "Ma Xiaowei, come out."

As a result, there was no response. The two searched for a long time and discovered that the bookshelf in the study had been moved, so they opened the secret room, only to see Wei Ming lying on the safe, actually asleep.

Zhu Lin stepped forward amusedly and pushed him: "Are you very tired?"

Wei Ming opened his eyes and stretched his arms and legs: "On the train, and it was a hard seat, how could I sleep well? I just didn't sleep at all, I spent the whole night reading magazines."

This back-and-forth had really wronged him, and it also made Gong Ying and Zhu Lin's hearts ache. They hurriedly helped him out, let him lie down on the bed to sleep, and the two good sisters served him together as he lay down.

After lying down, Wei Ming asked: "What did they ask?"

Gong Ying: "It's nothing. When the unit does the statistics later, they can count me then. You go catch up on sleep first; I'll make you something delicious tonight."

Wei Ming acted spoiled: "How can I sleep alone?"

Gong Ying rolled her eyes at him: "You'd be the one who couldn't sleep if there were more people, right?"

Zhu Lin smiled: "Why don't you lie with him, and I'll go to the kitchen to get something to eat."

Gong Ying nodded: "Then I'll lie with you for a while, and I'll leave once you're asleep."

Holding someone in his arms, Wei Ming slept soundly and soon entered dreamland.

He slept for about three or four hours. It wasn't dark yet, and Wei Ming woke up automatically. There was no one beside him.

He went out to take a look and saw Gong Ying and Zhu Lin lying together in another bedroom. Neither of them was asleep, telling each other their worries, and these worries happened to be heard by Wei Ming.

The relationship itself was not legitimate, and it was a complex relationship between three people. If they were caught in the act by the neighborhood committee, all three would be finished and would have no face to be people in the future.

Wei Ming jumped directly onto the bed and squeezed between the two sisters: "So you were afraid of this. It seems the neighborhood committee people have a bit of a heavy curiosity." ===== CHAPTER 419 =====