Chapter 130 — Kang Xiaobo's Family Background - As the Saying Goes, Good News Never Leaves the House While Bad News Travels a Thousand Miles. Even Senior-Year Class Nine Next Door Has Already Heard of Wei Zhao's Remarkable Deeds!

Tang Yun had wanted to nap at noon, but sleep would not come; Wei Zhao's hateful grinning face kept surfacing in her mind, over and over. She rubbed her aching temples and the corners of her eyes, still red from crying, and lifted her head, meaning to read for a while—only to hear people not far off discussing something, and it seemed Wei Zhao's name came up.

Tang Yun's heart tightened instinctively. She did not know why she should care about that name—perhaps she was afraid they were talking about Wei Zhao courting her?

"Did you know? I just went to the bathroom and saw that new transfer student from Class Five next door—he kicked Zhong Yongliang's chair right out from under him, and Zhong Yongliang went sprawling flat on his back!" The boy was telling his classmates what he had seen, all animation: "Do you know why...?"

"Why?" asked several of the students listening nearby. Senior year was simple and dull, so the occasional bit of exciting news could keep everyone happy for quite a while.

"Because the transfer student said Zhong Yongliang was sitting in the aisle blocking the way! And he said he'd kick him again next time he blocked the way!" The boy spoke as though he were Wei Zhao himself: "Now isn't that something?"

"That transfer student is called Wei Zhao, right? So handsome!" A flirtatious, boy-crazy girl chimed in the moment she heard: "You all saw it at the exercises last week, didn't you? He took on that gun-toting gangster all by himself and beat him till he was hunting for his teeth on the ground. A man like that—you feel so safe with him!"

"Tsk, with a face like yours, it'd be a wonder if he gave you a second look... such a slut, who knows how many men have had you." Another girl snorted coldly: "I'd say I'm about his match..."

"Get lost!" The flirt, despised by the other, was instantly annoyed: "Look at your crooked, ugly mug—you're not even as good as me! I say if anyone has a chance, it's Tang Yun who's worthy of him..."

Tang Yun held a book up as cover and pricked up her ears to listen to the conversation nearby. Hearing how arrogantly Wei Zhao had kicked over Zhong Yongliang's chair, she could not help curling her lip—a spoiled rich kid will always be a spoiled rich kid. He had barely kept up appearances for two days before she provoked him today and he showed his true colors, turning arrogant and overbearing.

She was still sneering when she heard someone mention her, saying she and Wei Zhao were a good match. She was annoyed, yet she could not very well stand up and argue; the more you explain such things, the worse they get. Her irritation with Wei Zhao deepened.

Wei Zhao had no idea his glorious deeds had already spread. Back at his seat, he saw Kang Xiaobo give him a thumbs-up, and paid it no mind: "Get on with your reading. If you don't get into university, we'll see what you do..."

"Heh, I'm reading, I'm reading!" Kang Xiaobo smiled bitterly: "Ah, if only my family were like Second Grandpa's, I wouldn't have to study so miserably—I could be a spoiled young master too."

"Hm..." It was the first time Wei Zhao had heard Kang Xiaobo talk about his family: "Your second grandpa? Who is he? Someone impressive?"

"Impressive?" A faint trace of contempt crossed Kang Xiaobo's mouth: "Just a petty man who took someone else's things and made a fortune off them. He and our branch of the family barely have anything to do with each other anymore."

"Oh?" Wei Zhao could tell—it was more or less a family feud.

"You know Doctor Kang, right?" Kang Xiaobo said.

"Doctor Kang?" Wei Zhao frowned. It sounded familiar. Then it came to him—a few days ago in the pharmacy, he had heard the salesclerk say something: "The Doctor Kang who sells the wound salve?"

"Yeah, him." Kang Xiaobo nodded: "He's my second grandpa."

"Uh—then aren't you a rich second generation, a rich third generation?" Wei Zhao was rather surprised by Kang Xiaobo's family background.

"What rich second generation, rich third generation?" Kang Xiaobo smiled bitterly: "My grandpa is my grandpa, my second grandpa is my second grandpa—they're two separate families now. Our branch is poor, working class at best."

"A family feud?" Wei Zhao asked.

"Sort of. Originally the formula for the wound salve belonged to both my grandpa and my second grandpa. Later, Second Grandpa wanted to build a factory using the formula, and my grandpa wouldn't agree, so the conflict started..." Kang Xiaobo explained: "After that, Second Grandpa apparently stole the formula and went off to start his own factory, and the two families fell out. And it's been that way ever since..."

"Ha, your grandpa is stubborn. With something that good, not to go make money—you can't really blame your second grandpa for being greedy." Wei Zhao nodded after hearing it: "If it were me, I might well have chosen to make money too!"

But this matter had given Wei Zhao an idea! Formulas were worth money! His healing medicine and the painkiller he had made for Yang Huaijun could both be produced and sold, and the profits would surely be considerable!

Hmm, this needed looking into—see if he could find someone to partner with and make a bit of spending money. Otherwise, always using Gu Mengyao's family's money was not quite right; it made him look like a kept man.

"Actually, that's what I think too." Kang Xiaobo stuck out his tongue: "After Second Grandpa stole the formula, I asked Grandpa whether he knew what herbs were in it, but he said he'd seen it and forgotten... Ah, no help for it. So I can only work hard on my own."

"You're pretty philosophical about it." Wei Zhao now regarded Kang Xiaobo a little more highly.

"What good would it do not to be? Just make myself miserable? That'd be crazy, wouldn't it?" Kang Xiaobo said helplessly: "I can only sigh about it now and then. All right, Boss, I'm going to read."

Doctor Kang... the formula...

Wei Zhao frowned. There had to be more to this story, but Kang Xiaobo hadn't said, and maybe he didn't know much either. Still, this matter was definitely not so simple.

Qiu Lingshan was going out of her mind. The robbers had gone deep into hiding, and this area was all mountains, which made the search extremely difficult. They had found the business van with the plate reading 7-Shan-Jiu, but the plate had already been pried off. From its characteristics they could determine that it was the robbers' vehicle, but it was of no use whatsoever.

With no other choice, Qiu Lingshan could only dial Yang Huaijun's number again.

"Captain Yang..." Qiu Lingshan was a little embarrassed to even speak.

"Xiao Song, it's about the robbers, isn't it?" Yang Huaijun guessed that if Qiu Lingshan was calling at this hour, it had to be about the case.

"Yes... Captain Yang, we have no leads..." Qiu Lingshan, her purpose seen through, was somewhat awkward.

"Xiao Song, the truth is, I'm not that miraculous at solving cases—I'm just careful. This case is different from an ordinary bank robbery; it involves Gu Pengzhan and the kidnapping of Gu Mengyao. So kidnapping was their first objective, and robbery only secondary." Yang Huaijun said: "These people are organized. If you want to catch them, I'm afraid rushing won't work—especially now, when the heat is on. Whoever is above them will tell them to lie low..."

"Ah?" Qiu Lingshan had not expected Yang Huaijun to be at a loss too.

"I'm only telling you the truth. Do you remember the jewelry store robbery that happened here last year?" Yang Huaijun said: "That case also went unsolved for a long time, didn't it? Until several months later, when the suspect thought the heat had died down and came out to fence the goods, and that's when we caught him. You were the one who kicked that suspect down, as I recall."

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