Chapter 071
Shimen Yihshyong
In less than three minutes, Chioujen was back. He entered the house with a beaming face. He did not enter alone. There were two people walking after him. The first person was carrying a large brown bag. The second person also carried a bag, but not too big.
"How are you, Mr. Gongshi?" As soon as he saw the person carrying the big bag enter the living room, Jinqkang immediately greeted him.
"I'm fine, Mr. Duanmuh," the person answered Jinqkang's greeting. He smiled widely.
"Here, Tsaehorng's driver has arrived." Chioujen's voice was so cheerful.
"Good evening, gentlemen! My name is Gongshi Yangshyang. I am the personal driver of Mr. Mingju's family."
"Thank you for coming here," said Yihshyong. "Please have a seat, Sir!"
"Thank you," said Gongshi. He then sat on the couch in their living room.
"Then, this one is Mr. Pyngher." Chioujen pointed to the other person.
"My name is Pyngher Shiowmin. I am a new employee at Mr. Mingju's company." The other person saluted.
"New employee? No wonder our Jinqkang doesn't seem to know him," said Iren.
Yihshyong felt a little surprised. "But based on Mr. Mingju's story, I get the impression that he has known you for a long time?"
The person named Pyngher smiled. "I'm not really a new person. I've worked for them for ten years. At first I worked in one of Mr. Mingju's father's companies, to be precise, in one of the companies under the Shindongchaang group. Three months ago, Mr. Mingju's father asked if I am willing to move to work in a company that has just been started by his son. Because I thought that my career might be better in a new company, so I immediately agreed."
"Yes, Sir," said Yihshyong. "Even though the company is just established, it can't be denied that there is a big group, namely Shindongchaang, who supports it. So it is likely that it will progress rapidly."
"But why doesn't Jinqkang seem to recognize him?" Iren glanced at Jinqkang.
Before Jinqkang could answer, Pyngher had already opened his mouth. "Mr. Duanmuh has never met me in person. Even though I have worked at Mr. Mingju's company, but there are several projects at Mr. Mingju's father's company that I have not finished. So for the past three months, every day I still go to work at Mr. Mingju's father's company. You can say that I am officially an employee of Mr. Mingju's company which was borrowed by one of Mr. Mingju's father's companies. Maybe next month, then I will physically move to Mr. Mingju's office."
Jinqkang made no comment. He just nodded with a smile.
"Apparently, there is such a thing." Iren nodded several times after listening to Pyngher's explanation.
"You seem to be a very senior employee." Chioujen took the initiative to talk to the Tsaehorng's driver, who had just arrived.
Gongshi Yangshyang was not young anymore. Yihshyong estimated that the man was, at least, in his mid-sixties. But his body was still strong. Maybe he used to exercise a lot when he was younger.
"Ah, no, Sir! There are still many Mingju Family employees who are older than me," said Gongshi.
"How long have you worked there?" Iren seemed unable to hide his curiosity.
"It's been over forty years." Gongshi replied after thinking for about five seconds.
"Wow! It's been a long time!" Chioujen chuckled in admiration. "Back then, I wasn't even born yet."
"Aren't you tired of working in the same place for decades?" Iren asked.
Gongshi laughed. "Of course not. I'm even very grateful to the Mingju Family. Mr. Tsaehorng's grandfather had often helped me. So I think it's only right that I work at their place for the rest of my life."
Yihshyong clapped his hands. "I think the Mingju family is very lucky to have employees as good as you."
"Actually, there are quite a few people in the Mingju family who have worked there longer than me. They are all very happy to serve there."
"Wow! The working situation there must be very pleasant," said Iren.
"Regarding this, Gentlemen, please just ask Mr. Duanmuh," said Gongshi, pointing at Jinqkang.
"That's true. Even though I don't work for the Mingju Family, because Mr. Mingju Tsaehorng himself immediately recruited me to be his assistant when we met, I did take a close look at the situation at the Mingju Family's place several times. I concluded that the working atmosphere there is indeed pleasant. ."
"So you don't work for the Mingju Family?" asked Chioujen.
"No, Sir. Mr. Tsaehorng's business is separate from the Mingju family's business. Even though Mr. Tsaehorng set up his company in another city, he still needs people to handle all his affairs in this city. That is the job of me and some of his other assistants."
"Is the number of people working directly under Tsaehorng sizable?" asked Chioujen.
Jinqkang shook his head. "Not much, Sir. He's just started his business. So he doesn't need too many employees yet."
"I see," said Chioujen. "So there really is a clear classification."
"The people who work in the Mingju Family also comprise two groups. The first is the people who work in the Mingju Family companies."
"You mean Shindongchaang," Iren interrupted.
"Yes, Sir! However, apart from Shindongchaang, the Mingju Family also has business under another name."
"It means their business is much more than I thought," said Iren.
Jinqkang smiled. He continued his speech. "Then the second one is the people who work for the Mingju Family. I mean the workers who work in the Mingju Family's house, such as maids and personal drivers. An example is this Mr. Gongshi."
"That's right. Working at home is certainly not the same as working outside," said Iren.
"Not only that, Sir," said Jinqkang. " The Mingju family also has several foundations. People who work in those foundations belong to this second group."
Yihshyong nodded at Jinqkang's explanation.
That means, on the whole, the number of people who work for them is enormous.
Jinqkang still hadn't finished explaining. The young man looked so excited.
"In this second group, there are indeed many elderly people who are still working there. Last month, there was a person who had just retired. He was already eighty-five years old. Even the Mingju family had to beg the man to be willing to retire. Before, that person always insisted on staying there."
"Mr. Chyntarn is a very strict person. Even though it's clear that he couldn't work anymore, he still didn't want to retire." Gongshi explained about the person Jinqkang mentioned.
"How long has he been working there?" asked Chioujen.
"According to the records, he had worked for the Mingju family since he was eighteen years old. That means he had been there since sixty-seven years ago," said Mr. Gongshi.
This old man turned out to be very quick to blend in. I hope he knows what's going on here shouldn't be carelessly said to the other parties.
"Wow! That's amazing." Chioujen gave a thumbs up.
"Earlier, what did Mr. Mingju say to you?" Yihshyong asked.
"Not much, Sir. He said that he was at the hospital. He brought Juger, who suddenly fell ill. Since the gentlemen here need a driver, and at this time I was the only one who happened to have nothing to do, so he told me to come here," replied Gongshi. .
"Is that all he said?" Iren asked.
"He seemed to be in a very hurry, so I don't really know what my job here is now."
"Look, Sir! At this time, we can say that there are very secret things that are happening. So, whatever happens while you are driving us, you cannot share these things with other people. You just need to report them to Mr. Mingju Tsaehorng," Yihshyong said.
"I understand, Sir! Don't worry, I have worked for the Mingju Family for over forty years. I already understand that there are many things that we are not allowed to share publicly."
"Then we can rest easy now." Iren smiled. He then turned his gaze to Pyngher.
"Earlier, Mr. Mingju asked me to come with Mr. Gongshi here. He only said that I should draw sketches of people's faces based on the information from the gentlemen who live in this house." Pyngher explained briefly.
"Is your job at Mr. Mingju's company related to painting?" Yihshyong asked.
"Absolutely not, Sir. Drawing people's faces is just a hobby."
"Before, have you never worked as an illustrator or something like that?"
"I've never worked professionally in that field, Sir. But in the past, when I was not an employee of Mr. Mingju's father, the police had asked me several times to help them sketch the faces of the suspects."
"It means that you do have experience in this field."
"Just a little, Sir! I can't say I'm good at it at all."
"Then where did you meet Mr. Gongshi earlier?" Yihshyong asked.
"In the painting exhibition, of course, Sir," Pyngher replied.
"Now, I think you two should eat first. I'm afraid we won't have time to eat dinner on the way," said Yihshyong.
Pyngher nodded. It seemed he was hungry.
"I already ate, Sir!" Unlike Pyngher, Gongshi seemed reluctant to accept Yihshyong's offer.
"Wasn't that lunch? I asked you to eat first. Think of it as an early dinner. Please don't refuse, Sir!" Iren also urged Gongshi.
"That's it, Sir. So that you don't feel embarrassed, then let's eat together," said Yihshyong.
Gongshi looked at Jinqkang. Jinqkang nodded.
"Come on, Sir, let's move to the dining table," said Chioujen. "Please chat at the dinner table while you wait for me to prepare dinner."
Everyone stood up. Chioujen went to the kitchen to prepare dinner straight away.
"What is this, Sir?" Yihshyong asked Gongshi. He pointed to the large bag that Gongshi had placed on the floor.
Gongshi looked at the bag he was carrying when he entered the house. "Before hanging up the phone, Mr. Mingju had said that I should stop by the painting exhibition to pick up Mr. Duanmuh's clothes and bring them here."
"Thank you, Sir!" Jinqkang said in a cheerful tone. His face beamed. He quickly sat on the floor to open the bag.
Yihshyong glanced at the gap that the bag had opened. He saw some clothes. There's even underwear poking out. Maybe Jinqkang's co-workers had packed the things in a hurry, so they didn't have time to arrange them properly.
Jinqkang cheered happily. "It turns out that the contents are complete! Besides clothes, there are also toiletries such as towels, soap, toothbrush, and toothpaste. Oh! There are even underwear! So I don't have to bother you anymore."
"You'd better get changed now." Yihshyong said. "Shinnshiow definitely won't mind you wearing her clothes. But if you choose to wear your own, that's fine too. Hurry up and change into the bathroom. After that, we can eat together."
Jinqkang nodded. "I'll change first, Sir!"
"Go ahead," Yihshyong said.
Jinqkang walked into the bathroom to change clothes. The others moved to the dining table. But after only being in the bathroom for a while, Jinqkang came out again.
"What is it?" Iren asked. "Isn't that your clothes?"
"The clothes are really mine, but these underwears are not mine." Jinqkang laughed.
"Wow! I'm sorry, Sir. I was not the one who prepared it. Earlier when I arrived at the exhibition venue, the things were already neatly arranged in the bag, so I immediately took it with me," said Gongshi.
"It's okay." Jinqkang was still laughing. "Maybe the others put the wrong one."
"Then you just eat with us first. After that, then you go out to the shop for a while to buy new underwear," Yihshyong said.
"It will take too long, Sir," said Jinqkang. "Now I'm just going out to buy those things. Earlier, I saw there was a grocery store in front of this housing complex."
"Are you referring to the grocery store located right in front of the entrance to this complex?" Iren asked.
"That's right, Sir!" Jinqkang replied.
"Indeed, the types of goods there are quite complete. However, there is less variety."
"So, where should I buy it, Sir?" Jinqkang looked doubtful.
"I think the grocery store is pretty good," Yihshyong said. "At least it's sufficient in an emergency. The other places are certainly more complete, but it will take some time to get there."
"Then I'm leaving now, Sir!" Jinqkang said.
"Okay! Don't take too long. The food will be cold again," Yihshyong said.
"Eh! Wait a minute. You don't have to leave in a hurry," Chioujen said. He suddenly appeared from the kitchen.
"What else?" Yihshyong asked. "You haven't finished preparing the food, have you?"
Chioujen patted Yihshyong on the shoulder. "Has Shyongge forgotten? Shouldn't Shyongge give the police the paper containing the messages from the kidnappers?"
Yihshyong patted his forehead. He had copied the message onto a piece of paper, but had forgotten to follow up on it.
Chioujen continued his words. "The police need to know about the details of the message before Shyongge leaves. If not now, I'm afraid they won't have time to make some preparations at the place mentioned as the place where the ransom items will be handed over."
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