"Chen Zhiguo? The one who lived next door to us? He's been dead for many years; I've never met him, only heard of him—he seems to have been quite famous."
asked Xing Huifang.
Liu Yao nodded.
He said, "His son is back, heard he became a big official out there. Went to sweep the tomb today, and that bastard Meng, actually dug up the grave. The owner's obviously pissed. Still don't know how to deal with it—my resort is definitely doomed. As for what will happen to Old Meng, it's still hard to say."
"Don't you have connections upstairs? Seek them out."
Xing Huifang grabbed Liu Yao's hand and said.
Liu Yao shook his head.
He said, "Can't do it; our Yangmei town's Secretary Guo, he used to be a subordinate of that Chen Fang. Who can I turn to that would make a difference? Ah! It's over for me. It's just tough on you, having to live as a widow from now on."
Xing Huifang heard this.
And was about to cry.
