Chapter 91: What, my father is a big shot? (1310)

"What happened? Tell me slowly."

Liu Rulong: "Last month, and this month, my dad hasn't sent me money!"

Wei Ming: "So you guess something happened to your dad?"

"Yes!" Ah Long said, "I even wrote him letters, and he hasn't replied for a month."

Wei Ming didn't have this worry because he knew Shao Liushu and Yang Laoshi would later have a second child named Liu Ruyan, so nothing would happen now.

"Did you ask Yang Laoshi?"

"In case my mom doesn't know something happened to him, if I ask, she'll be worried, right."

"Given the communication frequency between your dad and mom, I'm afraid she should know by now. Maybe Yang Laoshi is also afraid you'll worry, so she didn't mention it."

Liu Rulong felt what he said made sense.

"Then I'll make a phone call tomorrow to ask about the situation." Liu Rulong indicated that was all he could do.

As a result, the next day, while Wei Ming was developing photos in the darkroom, Liu Rulong came again.

"I called the school, and the school said my mom suddenly asked for leave and hasn't been to work for half a month!"

"Ah!?"

Now even Wei Ming didn't dare to guarantee anything. Could it be the butterfly effect?

And Hong Kong was so far away, and communication was troublesome. For the current plan, Wei Ming felt he could only use the connections he had just accumulated.

"Ah Long, come with me to the Beijing Hotel!"

"Ah?"

Wei Ming: "Wait a moment, let me develop this photo first."

"When are you still developing..."

However, when Liu Rulong saw the person in the photo, he obediently shut his mouth.

Seeing Wei Ming and Liu Rulong riding bikes past the Nanmen, Biaozi hurriedly shouted: "Brother Ming, where are you going? Didn't we agree to go to the sports school today?"

"Biaozi, I'm afraid we can't go today. Let's do it another day."

Biaozi: Another day, by another day, Swallow will be gone~

The Beijing Hotel is located on Chang'an Avenue, adjacent to the Wang Fujing commercial street, and is also one of the few large hotels in Beijing that receives foreign guests, integrating dining and accommodation.

Wei Ming knew Xia Meng was staying here, but he didn't know if she had already left after the Literature and Art Congress yesterday. He could only gamble.

At first, hearing that Wei Ming and the others wanted to find Ms. Xia Meng, the security guard wouldn't let them in at all. Saying you know her is useless; Ms. Xia Meng has fans on the mainland, and everyone says they know her.

The security level of this place was much higher than Peking University, and they even had guns.

So Wei Ming could only show the photo he had just developed.

When seeing the old lady between the two, the other party was shocked.

"May I ask who you are?"

It was effective! They even used "you" (polite form).

Wei Ming wasn't annoyed; it was all work.

"I am a writer and have something to discuss with Ms. Xia Meng. Tell her I am Wei Ming from Peking University. If she doesn't want to see us, we will leave immediately."

So the security guard hurriedly went to report.

Honestly, there were too many people taking photos with Xia Meng these days, and she really couldn't remember some of them, but she remembered Wei Ming.

First, he was young; second, he was handsome; third, he always brought up Peking University. Peking University's Weiming Lake is very famous, so she remembered Wei Ming from Peking University and also knew that the poem *Ideal*, recited by Mr. Sun Daolin, was created by him.

However, she had recently read a new poem by Wei Ming, *Far and Near*, and she liked this one even more.

"Two gentlemen, please come in." With Ms. Xia Meng's consent, Wei Ming and Ah Long went upstairs to her suite.

"Comrade Wei Ming, we meet again."

Ah Long was a bit dazed. Is this the woman who haunted Jin Yong's dreams? Although she was getting on in years, she was so elegant and beautiful!

Liu Rulong was indeed Wei Ming's guide to martial arts novels. He often told Wei Ming about the Jin Yong martial arts novels he saw when he returned from Guangdong, and he also knew about that person's obsession with this one.

After Wei Ming greeted her, he introduced Liu Rulong's identity and explained their purpose in the most concise language.

"This visit is very presumptuous, but my classmate is really worried about his father's safety and has no way to contact that side, so I could only think of asking you for help."

Xia Meng nodded: "What do you need me to do?"

Wei Ming: "Can you use your connections in Hong Kong to inquire at the police station if a person named Liu Bin, from Foshan, has been detained or... killed."

Hearing the last two words, Liu Rulong clenched his hands, his breathing quickened, and his worry deepened.

"Okay, no problem. Let's go downstairs to make a call. The room phone won't work."

In the lobby downstairs, one could make international calls. Xia Meng called her husband in Hong Kong.

"Next, we might need to wait a while," after hanging up, Xia Meng smiled, "It's not early, let me treat you two to a meal."

"Are you going to catch a flight? If not, we can just wait here ourselves." Wei Ming said, seeing her packed luggage.

Xia Meng smiled: "Evening flight, no rush."

Afterwards, Xia Meng informed the waiter to help listen for the call, and then took the two of them to eat.

During the meal, Liu Rulong remained silent, while Wei Ming was responsible for chatting.

Xia Meng was quite interested in this young writer. Wei Ming shared some of his creative experiences with her, and even mentioned that he was conceiving a martial arts novel.

"Ah, you want to write martial arts?"

"Yes, when talking about martial arts now, it's Jin Yong in Hong Kong and Gu Long in Taiwan. Apart from the Republican era, there are no famous martial arts masters on the mainland. I want to fill this gap. And didn't the Literature and Art Congress say, 'let a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend'? How can the mainland not have martial arts novels?"

"Haha, ambitious." Although Xia Meng didn't read much martial arts, she wasn't repulsed by it, nor did she look down on popular novels like other mainlanders. She also wished Wei Ming well: "I hope one day you can be as famous as those two."

As they were chatting, the service staff came over to inform them that the call from Hong Kong had returned. Liu Rulong hurriedly said: "I'll go answer it, you guys eat first."

He was afraid of hearing the worst news and worried he would cry in front of so many people.

A few minutes later, Liu Rulong returned. He didn't cry, but his face didn't look good either.

He took the initiative to say: "It's already fine, thank you, Ms. Xia."

Xia Meng didn't ask much: "As long as it's fine. I'm also happy to be able to help. Eat quickly."

Not only did she help, but she also treated them to a star-rated feast. What a great person. Wei Ming decided not to haggle with her when collaborating in the future.

In addition, before leaving, he gave the photo of the three of them to Xia Meng. She liked it very much and would develop a few more copies later.

After leaving the Beijing Hotel, Wei Ming asked: "Tell me, what's the situation?"

Liu Rulong looked embarrassed: "My dad was arrested."

"The reason?"

Liu Rulong was even more embarrassed: "Organizing illegal activities."

!

"What?"

Liu Rulong looked at Wei Ming confusedly: "My dad, and he's even a big shot."

Wei Ming shouted "Damn." He finally understood why Liu Rulong would eventually take that path in Japan. It turned out to be a family inheritance!

"But your dad is a college student, how could he take this path?" Wei Ming was very puzzled. Shao Liushu even wore glasses; he was a very gentle person.

"Maybe it was to make money so my mom and I could live a good life. But actually, even without his money, I lived very happily. I would rather he hadn't left back then." Speaking of this, Ah Long finally couldn't help but cry.

Wei Ming patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"Then did they say how long until he's released?"

"Aunt Xia's husband guessed at least half a year, at most two or three years."

Wei Ming thought to himself, that's not bad, not a very serious crime.

"Then do you have enough money on you?" he asked again.

"Enough for now, but next month will be tough. But I can ask my grandfather."

Wei Ming said: "Remember to pay attention to the letters at the school gate. The illustration royalties for *Children's Literature* should arrive soon. If it's still not enough, come to me. Your brother here is too rich."

Hearing this, Liu Rulong broke into a smile through his tears: "Actually, I don't have to use the family's money. I can support myself with my own skills!"

"That's right."

Wei Ming looked at the time: "Well, it's still early. Do you want to go to the Shichahai Sports School with me for a round?"

"Ah?"

About two hours later, they finally waited for Zhao Debiao, who was pedaling his bicycle until it sparked, at the entrance of the sports school.

Wei Ming called the Nanmen and told Biaozi to come over quickly. Tonight, they would treat Coach Wu to a meal first.

"Did you two finish your business?"

"Yes."

Biaozi laughed, parking his bike at the entrance: "Welcome to Zhao Debiao's Shichahai Sports School!"

Three minutes later, "Grandpa, I used to go to school here. I'm Debiao, the toughest guy in Shichahai. You ask around, everyone knows me. Let me in!"

Looking at the tightly closed gate, Wei Ming shook his head: "Biaozi, your reputation isn't very good."

Zhao Debiao: "Brother Ming, let's climb the wall. I know where we can get in!"

When he found the most suitable spot to climb the wall, Wei Ming was lifting him up, and just as he was about to mount the wall, he saw a middle-aged strong man riding a bicycle past, shouting: "What are you doing! What are you doing!"

Zhao Debiao shivered, turned around and shouted: "Coach, I missed you!"

"Zhao Debiao!" Coach Wu narrowed his eyes, and Zhao Debiao fell directly from the wall.

Ten minutes later, in a state-run small restaurant, Coach Wu Bin, the ace coach of the martial arts world who had trained Li Lianjie, Wu Jing, Wang Qun, Kou Zhanwen, Huang Jiaoyan, and others, already understood Wei Ming's intention.

He wanted to write a martial arts novel set in the Qing Dynasty and wanted to learn some martial arts knowledge.

Zhao Debiao specifically declared: "Coach, this is currently the most awesome writer under 20 in the country."

Ah Long added: "Under 30 too."

Wu Bin took a sip of wine: "What aspect do you want to focus on?"

Wei Ming poured a cup: "Let's talk about Hung Ga first."

The story Wei Ming wanted to write was related to the Heaven and Earth Society. The Heaven and Earth Society was actually the Hung Mun, and the name Hung Mun actually came from the Small Hung Ga.

Since he wanted to write martial arts, Wei Ming hoped he could write professionally and make people's blood boil through his words.

Wu Bin was worthy of being a martial arts master. From the origin and development of this kung fu to the style of the fist techniques, he explained it very thoroughly. While talking, he also let Zhao Debiao demonstrate on the spot, making the restaurant manager mutter.

"Then what about Eight Trigrams Palm?"

Wu Bin glanced at Biaozi, put down his chopsticks, and continued to demonstrate.

"Mantis Fist..."

"Biaozi, demonstrate."

Wei Ming discovered a problem: "Biaozi, you know everything!"

Wu Bin hummed: "Knows everything, but masters nothing. If you had specialized in one item, you wouldn't have failed to even win a city championship when you were young."

Zhao Debiao scratched his head awkwardly, but Wei Ming's eyes were shining. He was actually guarding a living encyclopedia of Chinese martial arts!

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