Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 365: Human or Ghost?

What exactly does the Lu Family want to do?

With Lu Ranglian in prison, many things are not connected to Lu Zongsheng, and naturally, those things are not linked to him either.

After the onset of spring, the peony garden in the backyard turned a lush green, except for a small patch that showed no sign of movement.

When the aunt mentioned this matter, she asked if they should thin out the sprouts later. Lu Zongsheng grew suspicious, went to the backyard for a look, and felt a chill in his heart.

Years ago, he had chosen this courtyard because he inadvertently discovered a large basement in the backyard, perfect for hiding something.

Deep into the night, Lu Zongsheng dug up the door leading to the basement, and when he went down to look, his eyes went black, and he almost fainted.

He was better than Jiang Zhenguo; he didn’t really faint, but he spat out a mouthful of old blood and stumbled around in the empty basement.

"Well, well, I prided myself on being ruthless, unmatched by anyone, yet someone has surpassed me in cruelty."

So many gold bars, jewels, antiques, and paintings, this life’s savings, acquired with unknown efforts, had vanished without a trace at some point.

The entire basement, without even a ventilation hole, could cause oxygen deprivation if someone stayed inside for a prolonged period. Lu Zongsheng searched repeatedly, striking the earthen walls with a shovel, even willing to bury himself alive, yet found no exit to the outside world.

But he came home every day. If someone had really taken the treasures away, they would have needed a vehicle to carry them, and he couldn’t have been completely unaware.

Vanished without a trace!

Indeed, vanished without a trace!

Lu Zongsheng found it unfathomable.

He also recalled the time when the Jiang Family conducted a citywide search, what exactly had they lost?

The next day, risking suspicion and implication, Lu Zongsheng went to meet Jiang Zhenguo.

Jiang Zhenguo was unaware that during his reunion with Zhenai Qianxia over ten years ago, Lu Ranglian had played a crucial role. It was he who personally pushed Zhenai Qianxia in front of Jiang Zhenguo, fulfilling the yearning amidst the rain and mist.

"You made a mistake, my son made a mistake too. Even now, I still can’t believe you two could make such a mistake. It’s a matter of principle; how could you?" Lu Zongsheng’s words were half true, half false.

But Jiang Zhenguo believed him because he was truly repenting.

Betraying his own faith was, for him, an unforgivable error.

"I was wrong!" Jiang Zhenguo closed his eyes, unwilling to say a word.

"Zhenguo, tell me honestly, was it really just one letter you lost before?" Lu Zongsheng asked.

Jiang Zhenguo opened his eyes to look at him for a moment, said nothing, and closed his eyes again. But from that glance, Lu Zongsheng saw the answer.

He was shocked, "Zhenguo, do you know who it is? The Lu Family also lost a lot of things the night after, and someone left a letter on my bedside table."

Jiang Zhenguo was astonished, "Who is this elusive person, after all?"

Lu Zongsheng stood up, "What’s the use of talking about it now? A mistake is a mistake. Reflect well and don’t let down the organization’s years of nurturing."

Upon leaving the prison, Lu Zongsheng stood under the sun. He had made countless assumptions, always feeling that no matter from which perspective he looked, no one could have silently transported those basement treasures out.

Yet, the incident was so peculiar.

Even if they slept like the dead that night, letting someone sneak in, what about the neighbors? With a commotion that big if they were moving things, it couldn’t have gone unnoticed by the neighbors.

Moreover, when exactly was it taken out?

The backyard left no trace.

A subordinate approached, whispering to Lu Zongsheng, "Sir, I’ve found a clue. Jiang Zhenguo sent Jiang Chengxu to Yan City back then because Jiang Chengxu knew about those letters in advance, but unfortunately, he was a step too late.

All those letters were taken away in advance."

Lu Zongsheng also lowered his voice, "How were those letters later delivered to the organization?"

The man responded, "Jian Jingchuan acquired them from Japanese spies."

This defied logic because Zhenai Qianxia was a Japanese spy. They had no need to take such a risk to infiltrate the Jiang Family for those letters because, in her possession, there would surely be more compelling evidence.

"Go meet Jiang Chengxu, see what he has to say?"

"Yes!"

Jiang Chengxu was taken back to Shen City by his mother. The spacious house they once lived in had been repossessed, and now they resided in a single room provided by Shao Qiyun’s unit.

The room was less than five meters wide, but fortunately, it extended ten meters deep, divided into three sections. The innermost section near the north window was given to Jiang Chengxu. In the middle was Shao Qiyun’s bed, while the outer section contained miscellaneous items like a bucket, washbasin, and a folding dining table.

Cooking was done in the outside corridor.

Lu Zongsheng dispatched a man named Liu Qidong, who was a man in his thirties, standing at 1.78 meters, not particularly tall. With a crew cut, he was wearing a somewhat worn Zhongshan suit in late March’s brisk chill in Shen City, carrying the unmistakable bearing of a military man in his demeanor.

Though he was a composed man, upon seeing Jiang Chengxu, undeniable surprise flickered in his eyes.

Jiang Chengxu seemed accustomed to it. Large areas of his body were badly burned, his features distorted in that fire, and his throat damaged by smoke—so much so that even his own mother couldn’t recognize him anymore.

Having narrowly escaped death, he had not looked at himself in a mirror, but judging by everyone’s reactions upon seeing him, he could imagine his ghostly and human-resembling appearance.

"We have already learned from Jiang Chengshu that you previously mentioned having a secret you wished to convey to Comrade Jiang Zhenguo, which is why you were sent to Yan City. Please tell me, what exactly is the secret you know?"

Liu Qidong was adept at psychological manipulation, not mentioning Jiang Chengxu’s burns but directly adopting a tone that suggested Jiang Chengxu’s importance to make a request of him.

Jiang Chengxu now understood that the deceased was Qu Qiongfang, the arsonist was Xu Manman, yet his greatest hatred lay with Xu Qinghuan.

If it weren’t for Xu Qinghuan, he wouldn’t be in this predicament today.

Time and again, he reimagined that dream where he held a high position, commanding authority, with Xu Qinghuan attending to him daily, Xu Manman obediently fulfilling any request he made in bed.

Even to the extent of learning dance for him.

"Do you want me to tell you?" Jiang Chengxu was indeed gratified by this feeling of being "needed" and flashed a sinister smile, with a face like a ghost emerging from the depths of hell at night.

Liu Qidong lowered his eyelids to conceal his disgust, his voice terribly calm, "Comrade Jiang, you may make requests of us, but regarding the information we need, I hope you hold nothing back." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Jiang Chengxu spread his hands, but the movement was very stiff. Many of his nerves were burned, and the gesture carried the stiffness of a zombie, appearing awkward and unsightly.

"Threaten me? Do you think, in this state, you have anything to threaten me with?" His voice carried the hoarseness of a night owl in a winter’s night, with a painful echo.