In Mumbai, the factories are opened by foreigners. These stores employ a large number of local cheap labor and engage in physical work such as mining and logging, and earn a lot of wealth. Among these factories and chambers of commerce, the Pirano family has a good reputation. They not only give enough wages, but also provide benefits, and allow locals to set up trade union organizations in their timber factories. This has made the current turmoil in India not affect the business of the Pirano family at all.

After Xu Changqing asked the waiter Pi Rangnuoda Wood Factory, he left the hotel, took a rickshaw at the door, and walked towards the large logging yard. On the way, his heart was excited and calmed down and gradually returned to his usual free mentality, as if the murderous person just now was another person, but the expression on his face was still a little cold.^^

After passing the train station, town hall and business district, rickshaws have arrived at the entrance of the timber factory located on the west edge of the city. The entire large timber factory is like a large Indian precious wood exhibition. Various precious logs are piled up on a flat land of dozens of acres in different categories. The two ends of the wood are numbered with charcoal pens, representing the type of wood. Although these logs now seem to be very ugly and heavy, when transported to Europe and made into exquisite furniture, their value will be comparable to gold.

There were several teams of Indian guards at the entrance of the timber factory. They looked very cautious, but they did not actually do anything. Some brightly dressed merchants could enter and exit the timber factory at will without much inspection. Xu Changqing, who was of extraordinary temperament, was naturally among them.^^After entering the timber factory, he went directly to the office building next to him. The manager inside said that Franks Pierno, also known as Vieira Pierno's third son was checking for a batch of high-quality mahogany in the timber factory.

Under the guidance of the manager, Xu Changqing came to an open space in the southeast corner. At this time, a lot of people were surrounded by a large pile of wood in the open space. They were all Western merchants who came to order wood. They held up the signs in their hands, shouted loudly at the price they offered, and booked piles of logs. The group of people surrounded was a young foreigner with curly brown hair. His sweaty face showed excitement, especially when he heard the price higher than once, his voice also became louder.

Seeing this situation, Xu Changqing did not come forward rashly, but stood outside the crowd, looking at the ordinary sandalwood carefully stacked in front of him, while waiting for the end of the wood auction. At this time, a woman with a Jiangnan accent said beside him: "We Chinese regard red sandalwood as the best wood. Furniture made of red sandalwood is usually only used by officials. The second is white sandalwood. These woods are not top-quality white sandalwood. If this gentleman wants top-quality white sandalwood or red sandalwood, maybe I can take you to the warehouse to see it."

Suddenly, hearing such a pure Jiangnan accent in this foreign country really surprised Xu Changqing, so he turned to look at the woman behind him. He saw that this woman was about in her early twenties, with long brown wavy hair, tall and strong figure, and was dressed in American denim clothes all over her body. There were even two revolvers hanging on the gun holster around her waist. Judging from the blood on the edge of her jeans, these two snatches were definitely not decorations.****** If this mixed-race woman did not have a face with a strong Chinese characteristics, it would be hard for Xu Changqing to imagine that the soft Wu words just now would have been spoken from the sturdy woman in front of her.

Seeing Xu Changqing's expression, the woman also guessed what he was thinking. A hint of disdain flashed across his expression and said, "Look at your Western style, your mind is still as conservative as those old scholars in China. Do women have to embroider and weave cloth, and can't they dance with swords?"

When Xu Changqing heard the woman's words, he was stunned, and then a hint of nostalgia appeared on his face. **** said: "A woman said you too. But she didn't dance with swords and swords. She was the one who danced with words and was famous all over the world."

"Oh! There is actually the same idea as me." The woman showed a look of surprise and said, "What's her name? If you have the chance, you must go to China to see her. It's best to take her home, so as not to keep saying that I don't look like a woman."

"You may be disappointed. This strange woman had passed away a few years ago." Xu Changqing sighed with regret. Then he couldn't help but feel a little good. He looked at the woman and seemed to be unable to end in a short time. So he said, "Aren't you going to take me to see sandalwood? Let's go now! After a while, the auction here has ended, and I still have some things to ask Mr. Franks."

"Looking for Franks? Is it a business matter?" The woman nodded and led Xu Changqing to the warehouse on the side, asking: "If it's a business matter, just ask me. I am also one of the bosses of this timber factory and can make the decision."

"Are you one of the bosses?" Xu Changqing was stunned when he heard the woman's words. He suddenly had a guess in his heart. He speeded up his pace and walked side by side with the woman, and asked tentatively: "Miss, can't his surname be Shen?"

The woman was slightly stunned, turned to look at Xu Changqing, and asked in confusion: "Do we know each other? How do you know my surname is Shen? I remember that I never told anyone about my Chinese surname!"

Xu Changqing had no idea of ​​answering the woman's question at this moment. His mood was like a mess and his breathing became rapid. As far as he knew, there was only Shen Yangming, a man in the Shen family. At this moment, the woman's surname was Shen, and she seemed to be very close to the Pi Rangnuo family. In addition, his inexplicable favoritism towards this woman, all signs indicate that the woman is probably his half-sister.

Xu Changqing has been alone since he was a child. He only felt kindness from his master, love from Sheng Qingping, and awe from the Chen family. The so-called affection seems to have nothing to do with him. Now the person in front of him is probably his sister, and an excitement that he has never experienced before suddenly surged in his heart that he could not stop even the Taoist heart with deep cultivation.
Chapter completed!