Chapter 783: Chapter 768: Difficult to Communicate
Tang Xiaoquan stretched comfortably, he had just finished his surveillance task. To avoid missing happenings on the Factory side due to fatigue, he and Old Zhao agreed to swap shifts every half hour.
This way, they could maximize the restoration and adjustment of their spirits to the most vigorous state possible.
Although half an hour might not seem too long, staying in one spot in a specific posture for that long without moving isn’t easy. At least today, Tang Xiaoquan learned the hardships of reconnaissance personnel.
This job definitely isn’t something an average person can handle; besides enduring loneliness, one must battle all sorts of adverse weather conditions. Tang Xiaoquan’s hands were already frozen numb, lacking sensation; he could only rub them continuously to restore blood flow and circulation, trying to quickly revive them.
Dragging his aching body, he trudged downstairs.
As soon as he came down, Wang Qiang mocked, "How’s it? Any movement? Old Zhao just contacted Old Xu over there, and there’s no damn movement. Didn’t you say the Factory would have major actions today? Where’s the person? Look at the time; it’s been hours. Have you discovered any leads? I don’t know what to say; if you’d listened to me earlier, we’d already be back at the villa by now."
Provoked by Wang Qiang’s tirade, Tang Xiaoquan also got angry. He’s not a god; all his speculations are results deduced from the information at hand.
Since these results are deduced, they can’t be one hundred percent accurate. But explaining this principle to Wang Qiang is almost an impossible task. At least, right now, Tang Xiaoquan doesn’t have that confidence.
Moreover, after several hours of surveillance, he was already exhausted, having no extra energy to argue with the other party.
He simply said indifferently, "Qiangzi, this matter is quite complex. What we discussed this morning was just speculation. We’re surprised it’s developed like this. Let’s wait a bit longer; I want to figure out what the Factory is up to."
"Still waiting? Are you out of your mind? Don’t you know the villa is about to run out of food? I don’t understand how much more time you’ll waste on this meaningless task?"
"Qiangzi, calm down please!"
"I’m calm; it’s you who needs to calm down!"
For the first time, Tang Xiaoquan found communication with Wang Qiang so powerless; he shook his head helplessly, saying, "Qiangzi, I think you also have big doubts about Liu family’s father and son moving into the villa. Let me tell you, various signs clearly indicate this old fox might have already allied with Yang Buwei’s group, and everything we’ve been doing here is to verify this theory."
"Damn it, dude, I think you’re really stupid. Do you need to verify this? Isn’t it obvious? Liu Fugui clearly claimed the Factory has changed ownership, but in reality, aren’t all the workers under him? If he wasn’t up to something, would he need to lie to us? So why are you wasting your time here? Let’s go back and confront him directly!"
Wang Qiang’s words definitely made sense, but what he saw was just superficial. Tang Xiaoquan considered much deeper, but he couldn’t explain it clearly to him for now, only concisely affirming, "I completely agree with your analysis, Qiangzi, but right now, what we need to clarify isn’t if Liu Fugui is lying to us, but whether he’s in contact with Spring Xiu and his group. So let’s wait a bit longer. If we can find evidence of contact at the Factory, we can draw conclusions and prepare for future responses."
"Come on, can you clear your head? It’s been hours, and you haven’t uncovered anything. What if it’s the same after waiting further?"
Tang Xiaoquan really had no mood to continue arguing with Wang Qiang; he simply stood up and said, "Since we’ve already waited, let’s finish monitoring today. I believe there will be some gains. I’m a bit tired; I’m going upstairs to rest for a bit."
"Hey..." No matter how Wang Qiang pressed him, Tang Xiaoquan did not respond.
Lying on the bed, he gently opened a small gap on the window glass, letting the sharp cold wind hit his face, making it unbearably frigid. Tang Xiaoquan’s brain began to operate rapidly.
Although the cars that left the Factory in the morning haven’t returned yet, and the villa hasn’t faced any attack, this doesn’t eliminate the possibility of a sudden night assault from the other side.
So, based on the current situation, it’s premature to conclude there’s no connection between Liu family’s father and son and Spring Xiu’s group.
On the contrary, with time passing, Tang Xiaoquan increasingly felt Liu Fugui’s move to the villa is not simple, and he became more convinced of his suspicion about Liu Fugui colluding with Spring Xiu’s people.
Firstly, Liu Fugui’s false claims to Old Xu and others about being captured, He Lei’s betrayal, and the Factory changing hands are all nonsense—right now, the Factory guards a hundred meters away are the best evidence.
Secondly, the villa has no essential significance to Liu Fugui. Recruiting laborers? He should be well aware this group of people won’t submit to him, and besides, he has plenty of workers at the Factory anyway.
Furthermore, adding one more person means one more mouth to feed, and no leader would foolishly sustain a bunch of dissidents.
Gathering resources is even less likely since the resources from a random warehouse Liu Fugui owns exceed those of the villa and are plentiful.
Seizing territory? Unless Liu Fugui is out of his mind or exceptionally bored.
In conclusion, he believes the only possibility that makes Liu Fugui meticulously orchestrate such schemes is if Spring Xiu possesses something Liu Fugui urgently needs or they’ve reached some agreement.
Of course, Tang Xiaoquan doesn’t know what these things or agreements are specifically, but one thing is certain—the agreements or things must be valuable to Liu Fugui; otherwise, he wouldn’t risk putting his son on this chessboard.
So, Tang Xiaoquan fully understands Wang Qiang’s misunderstanding of his analysis and judgment, but he doesn’t have the energy now to clarify. Not only Wang Qiang, but probably even Old Zhao and others aware of this would more or less doubt his inferences.
Tang Xiaoquan rubbed his slightly aching temples, hoping to discover some evidence of the contact between Spring Xiu and Liu Fugui’s side tonight. This would confirm his reasoning, saving him the trouble of explaining it to everyone later. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com) and support with recommendation or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)
