The car drove all the way to the suburbs. Because the road was not good, Bai Ya didn't get there this time and parked the car directly on the main road.

"Did you see the fish pond in the distance? There is a fish farmer living there, who is about the same age as Uncle Fu. He used to do breeding and had a very large scale. Later, he set up a processing factory to produce canned meat. In this area of ​​Nanyang, he was called the canned king."

Bai Ya pointed to a fish pond on the west side of the road and introduced it.

This time it was too far away, and Jiang Hua didn't see anyone, but from the canned king to the fish farmer in the suburbs, there must be a story here.

"He was also cheated by the Chen Group?"

He asked with a blink of an eye.

"No, because the canned food he produced was not of quality, the factory was seized, the bank collected debts, forcibly auctioned assets, breeding farms and canning factories, and finally fell into the hands of a local prominent family."

Bai Ya took out a box of women's cigarettes and asked Jiang Hua if he wanted one.

Jiang Hua shook his hands repeatedly. Although he was an old smoker, he never smoked women's cigarettes.

Before, Bai Ya showed her intellectual and elegant side in college, and was a goddess in the school. Now she smoked a lady's cigarette, and her eyes were blurred, which made her feel a little more dusty.

"This fish-raising boss is also our compatriot?"

Jiang Hua faintly thought of a trace of smell.

In his previous life, from the news, he had seen the unfair treatment of Chinese compatriots overseas.

Although Bai Ya said that Boss Fish’s canning factory was sealed because the meat was not up to standard, you can tell that there is something wrong with Bai Ya’s expression.

"The dog is tied outside. It seems that he is not at home today. Let's go and take you to see the next one."

Bai Ya finished smoking a cigarette, threw away the cigarette butts, and started the car.

"You're interesting."

Jiang Hua stared at Bai Ya with a smile on his lips.

He had previously suspected that there was an interest group standing behind Bai Ya. Now it seems that it is not the case at all. There is a story about this woman.

"You are also very interesting. When I first met me, did you guess in your heart that I was a vicious woman who killed my husband?"

Bai Ya drove the car and asked with a smile.

"I did think about it."

Jiang Hua did not hide it. This woman's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and those who learn psychology were amazing.

"My husband's death was indeed not an accident. I was in the car at that time. According to normal development, he and I should have died in a car accident, but I was lucky and saved my life."

Bai Ya said this and pulled the sleeves on her shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Hua's heartbeats faster, he is driving. He is having such a thrilling game, so be careful to overturn.

"There was a piece of glass at that time, and it almost pierced into my heart."

Bai Ya said with one hand holding the steering wheel.

Jiang Hua noticed that there was a scar under her collarbone. He looked at Bai Ya with some sympathy. For a woman who loves beauty, an indelible scar would probably be a lifelong regret.

"I forgot to tell you that my husband is also a Chinese. He has been committed to charity during his lifetime and has sponsored many children in the mainland."

Bai Ya's plain tone was filled with a hint of sadness.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood your relationship before."

Jiang Hua was silent for a moment and apologized sincerely in a tone.

Because the topic I just talked about was sad, and the atmosphere was a little silent along the way.

"Did you investigate your husband's case later?"

In order to break the embarrassment, Jiang Hua found a topic.

"It's useless. The only ones that are truly valued here are the local prominent people. We are just cattle and sheep raised in captivity. We can slaughter them at will if we are fat."

Bai Ya's smile was a little sad.

The car went around and drove back to the city. This time Bai Ya parked the car at the entrance of a private primary school.

"Are you here to pick up the child?"

Jiang Hua raised his wrist and looked at the time.

"You should have read my information and know that I don't have children."

Bai Ya glanced at Jiang Hua, her eyes had a penetrating power that reached people's hearts.

"So this?"

Jiang Hua guessed in his heart, was the teacher from the school this time who brought him here?

"The person I took you to see this time has passed away for a long time. This was once a welfare home. The director was named Lu Huifang. She is a very kind woman. The welfare home she opened mainly accommodates abandoned children with physical defects."

"Later, this welfare home was targeted by a local education group. They wanted to build a private primary school dedicated to the rich and demolish the welfare home."

"Of course, Dean Lu doesn't want to do it, because after the welfare home was demolished, the children with physical defects were homeless. The two sides were stalemate. One night, a big fire burned the entire welfare home. In order to save the child, Dean Lu was buried in the fire. In that fire, there were twenty children who were buried in the fire."

"And I am one of the five surviving children. I have never met my parents since I was a child. Dean Lu is my mother."

Bai Ya took out the cigarette again, put it in her mouth, and prepared to light it.

"Smoking less cigarettes will not be good for your health."

Jiang Hua snatched her cigarette and threw it outside the car window.

"Jiang Hua, you mainlanders may envy us and think that we overseas Chinese have a wealthy life and good economic conditions."

"But you don't know at all that if you can choose, no one is willing to wander outside and lose the protection of the motherland, we are just cattle and sheep raised in captivity."

Bai Ya said excitedly.

Jiang Hua lowered his head, feeling a little heavy. After all, what he saw on the news was not as true as he saw with his own eyes.

In the 1990s, the domestic economy was just starting out and its influence was not as strong as later generations. Overseas wanderers could not feel the protection of their motherland. However, in thirty years, this situation would no longer exist because we stood up.

"Bai Ya, I understand what you mean, what can I do for you?"

Jiang Hua looked at the woman who was immersed in grief and anger with a sincere look on his face.

"Actually, we haven't tried to get together, but every time we get together, we're broken up. I've seen you from the older generation. Most of them live in a down-and-out life and can't even take good care of themselves. It's not impossible to want a glory. Like the Chen family father and son, they live a glorious life."

"I am just a female. If I want to do something, my influence is limited. If it weren't for the vicious rumors of killing my husband, some people would have scared me, and the bones that had been swallowed were gone long ago. My request is very simple, I hope someone can stand up and give us a shelter from the wind and rain."

Bai Ya stared at Jiang Hua's eyes.

What she needs is a person with a hard backbone. If the backbone is not hard, she will either be crushed or become a person like the Chen father and son. She doesn't want to entrust her destiny to an unreliable person.

"Sorry, I'm late. Don't worry, since I'm here, I will definitely seek justice for you. After all, we shed the same blood, right?"

Jiang Hua gently hugged Bai Ya and patted her back.

He could see that this woman was very tired, with bloodshot in her eyes. She was living a life of peace on campus on the surface, but doesn’t it mean that she can only ensure her safety by hiding in a relatively simple campus?

Bai Ya's body stiffened a little, and gently hugged Jiang Hua with her backhand. She was learning psychology and could feel the kindness of this man.
Chapter completed!