Chapter 114: Completely Losing One's Mind

  Song Jinhui was completely speechless, so angry that he didn't even eat lunch. He had just sat down at the dinner table when he received a call from Laura. The damned American told him that what he had tried to crash into was a Chinese government agency, and China's Ministry of Foreign Affairs had lodged a protest and would hold him accountable.

  Song Jinhui thought this was a joke, he had been to the White House in the United States, and some small cloud city hotels were even more powerful than the White House.

  Song Jinhui can only attribute it to the unreliable American guy, who took the taxpayers' money but didn't maintain the interests of the taxpayers. He must go back and give this Laura a scolding.

  Although angry, this matter cannot be settled yet. The damned American also told him that the Chinese side indicated that they would send him back to New York within 24 hours, which is unbearable for Uncle and Auntie.

  In a fit of anger, Song Jinhui couldn't care less that it was currently early morning in New York and immediately made a phone call back to the old man. This marriage arrangement had been set up by the old man himself, so now that things had gotten to this point, he naturally needed to be informed.

  At that time, the old man of the Song family was sleeping soundly and received a call from his own grandson, almost having a stroke. He immediately made a phone call to the United Front Department in Kyoto.

  Mentioning this, it is inevitable to talk about the United Front Work Department, also known as the National United Front Work Department. The main function is to unify and coordinate various parties across the country, responsible for coordinating work. At the beginning of its establishment, this United Front Work Department was indeed not to be underestimated.

  At that time, the relationship between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait was complex, and the United Front Department had a large function. The United Front Department not only coordinated various parties across the country but also coordinated Taiwan, Hong Kong, and some overseas Chinese communities, with great influence.

  However, with the advent of a new century, the relationship between Taiwan, Hong Kong and Macau and mainland China gradually eased, allowing Chinese people from various regions to travel freely within the country. As a result, the United Front Department's influence greatly diminished, becoming almost an empty shell.

  However, as a department, the United Front Department is not to be underestimated. The Song family is also a very influential Chinese leader in the American Chinese community. Mr. Song's old man personally made a phone call, and the United Front Department naturally cannot slack off. After Mr. Song's old man finished the call, the people from the United Front Department called Han Guanglin.

  However, Han Guanglin's attitude was tough, which made the United Front Department a bit puzzled. As a provincial governor and a central committee member, even the United Front Department had to be cautious in dealing with Han Guanglin's attitude. Not to mention that Song Jinhui is currently in Jiangzhou, some measures need Han Guanglin's cooperation, let alone Han Guanglin's identity, the United Front Department did not want to offend him lightly.

  Tian Junyang hung up the phone call from Han Guanglin, and for a long time did not know how to respond to Song's family. At this moment, it was midnight in New York, and just now the old man of Song's family had called, with a very bad tone, obviously waiting for a response from this side.

  Just as Tian Junyang was in a difficult situation, the phone on the table rang. He immediately got a headache and thought it was Song's family urging him. After taking a look at the caller display, he quickly stood up to answer it.

  "Director, I'm Tian Junyang from the United Front Department. Please instruct." Picking up the phone, Tian Junyang stood straight and spoke with caution, unclear why this person suddenly called the United Front Department.

  "Director Tian, I'm Xiao He, the secretary of the Premier. The Premier said that the national united front must be maintained, and at the same time, the dignity of the state must also be maintained. The dignity of the state is above everything." A young man's voice came over.

  "Secretary He, I understand. Please pass on to the leader that I will definitely remember his instructions." Tian Junyang said with a trembling voice, this person is obviously calling about the Song family matter this time, does he have a relationship with the person involved?

  Tian Junyang's mind was filled with wild guesses, and he didn't know how to hang up the phone. His spirit was dazed for a moment. This was one of the few founding marshals still alive, who had been retired in Tianquanshan Mountain and rarely interfered with politics.

  Tian Junyang guessed that in a courtyard on the top of Tianquan Mountain, an old man who looked over 70 years old was sitting under the shade of a tree, holding a stack of photos in his hand, carefully looking at them through reading glasses with a lamp beside him, stroking them gently as he looked.

  If Wang Xu were here, he would definitely find that all these photos are of him and his mother, from her childhood to now at the age of 50, from his childhood to now, hundreds of photos placed on the stone table in front of the old man.

  "Director, as per your instructions, I have already called the United Front Department." At this time, a young man in his late 30s walked over and said respectfully.

  "I understand." The old man didn't even turn his head, looking at the photos while softly saying: "Tell those rabbit kids to be more careful in the future and not let him discover anything?"

  "Yes, sir." The young man hastily replied.

  After being told, the old man slowly raised his head, took off the presbyopic glasses on his eyes, leaned back in the recliner behind him, and muttered to himself: "This kid is just like me when I was young, three not treated, interesting, interesting."

  "Dad." At this time, a middle-aged man in his fifties walked out of the main house in the yard and came to the old man's side. He took a look at the photo on the stone table and said softly, "Or should I call my sister back?"

  "What are you coming back for? I've long lost my daughter." The old man suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and said with a face full of anger.

  "Dad, it's been over 20 years, can't you forgive Xiaobing? She is your own daughter." The middle-aged man advised: "Besides, all these years, you always asked people to take photos back, and quietly looked at them alone. I know, you still miss Xiaobing and my nephew whom you've never met."

  "It's been twenty-five years." The old man, upon hearing this, slowly closed his eyes and lay back in his chair: "Back then I didn't agree with her marriage, she insisted on leaving, and left for twenty-five years."

  "Dad, Xiaoxiao is already so big now, you should let go of your anger," said the middle-aged man.

  "Let it go, how can I let it go? I've let it go, but she won't. Twenty-five years have passed and she hasn't even come back to see me, an old man. I don't know how many more years I'll live." The old man muttered softly, his eyes already moistening.

  "Dad, you can't blame Xiaobing for this. When Xiaoxuan was one year old, Xiaobing brought the child here and you didn't even let them in the door," said the middle-aged man.

  "If she's not allowed in for a year, she won't come back the second or third year." The old man shouted.

  The middle-aged man was suddenly choked with anger. The old child, the old child, indeed cannot be reasoned with in a normal way. When his sister comes back, he doesn't let her enter the door; when his sister doesn't come back, he blames and complains again.

  "Alright, you can go now. Let her come back when I'm about to pass away, just so I can see her one last time." The old man waved his hand, looking very tired.

  The middle-aged man didn't dare say more, he could only sigh and turn to leave. This father-son pair were both stubborn, no matter how many years he had tried to persuade them, it was all in vain.

  "Maybe next time I'll bring my nephew over, maybe he can ease the relationship between them." The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

  Jiangzhou, Zhongjiang City.

  Song Jinhui's car stopped in front of the Jianghuai Hotel, and upon learning that Wang Xu and Yang Han had arrived at Zhongjiang, he immediately rushed over. As soon as he got out of the car, his phone rang.

  "Grandpa, what's going on?" Song Jinhui hastily and joyfully asked as soon as he picked up the phone. His grandfather was calling at this time, even before dawn in New York, so it must be good news.

  "Xiao Hui, you get back here right away, come back to New York." A low voice said on the other end of the phone, with an unmistakable tone.

  "Grandfather, why? If I don't watch that unlucky mainland guy, how can I come back? And that cheap woman from the Yang family, she actually cheated on me with another man behind my back. I won't forgive her." Song Jinhui shouted in frustration.

  "I let you come back, can't you hear? Do you know how big a mess you've made for me this time at home? The United Front Department people told me that you tried to attack the provincial party committee's expert. Are you representing our Song family in provoking domestically?" The old man asked in a low voice.

  "Grandpa, I..." Song Jinhui opened his mouth, wanting to explain.

  "Alright, that's it. If I don't see you in person before nightfall tomorrow, then don't come back again." The old man on the other end said in a low voice and hung up the phone.

  Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Song Jinhui only felt a dizziness, how could this be possible? His grandfather personally came forward, but they still didn't give in and wanted to hold him responsible.

  Standing in front of the car, Song Jinhui was stunned, as if he had suddenly lost his three souls and six spirits. He felt that the whole sky had lowered a lot, and the oppressive feeling made him breathe hard.

  From young to old, he has always been spoiled and never felt so suffocated. But this time, Yang Han was with another man behind her back, and he was directly thrown out of the door by others. Now he can't vent his anger, and even more unexpectedly, he suddenly suffered from impotence.

  Thinking of this, Song Jinhui was so angry that he wanted to shout at the sky. As the young master of the Song family, he was invincible in the United States, but when he came to China, he found it difficult to take a step and was restricted everywhere.

  "Sir, are you here to stay or dine?" The doorkeeper of the Jianghuai Hotel walked over with a smile and asked respectfully.

  "Get out, get out of my sight." Song Jinhui turned around and roared in anger. After roaring, he took a deep breath to calm down the resentment in his heart. He then turned to one of his bodyguards and instructed, "Book me a flight to New York immediately. I must return to New York tomorrow." Although he was resentful, he didn't dare to disobey the old man's words and could only grit his teeth and temporarily endure it.

  "Uncle Bai, how's Xiao Zi Jie recently? Getting used to school yet?" Just as Song Jin Hui was about to go crazy, Wang Xu and Yang Han Zhao Kai and also Bai Nong Xin four people were laughing and chatting while eating.

  "It's okay now, Qianjie's illness has also recovered, but I've got a heart disease, thank you, Doctor Wang." Bainongxin smiled and said, raising his wine glass to toast Wang Xujing.

  "Uncle Bai, you're being polite." Wang Xu hastily picked up his wine cup and smiled: "Tonight when I go back there may still be patients, so I'll just have this one cup."

  After dinner, Wang Xu and the other two people came out of Xiangxiang Pavilion. Bai Nongxin locked the door and took a car back to his residence. Wang Xu, Yang Han, and Zhao Kai walked towards the clinic.

  As they walked, Wang Xu asked Yang Han, "What are you going to do tonight? Why don't we find a hotel around here and go see the house tomorrow?"

  "How about it? Won't you let me go with you to the clinic?" Yang Han asked with a smile.

  "How can that be, how can I let Miss Yang suffer with me?" Wang Xu smiled and said. Listening to Wang Xu and Yang Han chatting and laughing behind him, Zhao Kai pretended not to hear anything and walked ahead calmly... without looking back.