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Chapter 3 Sending Letters
Wenrou silently took out the kraft paper letter and sent it to Lao Wen.

When Lao Wen saw the envelope, he was stunned for a moment, and then became even more distressed. His daughter's condition was so serious that he had to write a fake letter to deceive him.

"It's not fake. I really found a job. The envelope is not sealed. If you look at the contents, it's really handwritten by someone else." Wenrou understood Lao Wen's thoughts too well.

Lao Wen took the envelope and looked at it carefully. The handwriting on the envelope was beautiful, and it was really not the big calligraphy of his daughter.

After opening the envelope, several thick pages of letter paper were filled with a deceased wife's longing, reluctance, and helplessness for her husband and daughter. Each word revealed the heart-wrenching true feelings.

Although the letter can be faked and someone can be hired to write it for you, there is really no way to question the fakeness of this kind of old emotional article.

However, Lao Wen still couldn't believe it. People in the underworld wrote letters to people in the upper world, and his daughter was the messenger. Besides, were there kraft paper envelopes in the underworld?
Wenrou knew Lao Wen's delicate thoughts. She took the letter and pointed at a string of bank account numbers and passwords on the last page and said: "Let's go to the bank's ATM to check whether there is really 50 in this account. The head of the household Is it really called Lin Kexin? No matter how much I forge it, I can’t forge 50 to deceive you, right?"

Lao Wen nodded, it was true. If his daughter had 50 yuan, she would not be trembling in his place, but in a restaurant.

In order to determine whether his daughter was really depressed and hallucinating, Lao Wen and his daughter went to a nearby ATM.

She entered her account number and password and logged in successfully. However, Wenrou made a miscalculation. She didn't know that logging in without a card could neither query account information nor balance, but she could withdraw money.

Wenrou was unambiguous and directly clicked on the maximum amount that could be withdrawn, 5000 yuan.

The machine buzzed, and Kata opened his mouth, revealing a thick stack of money.

Lao Wen was dumbfounded that he was actually rich.

Wenrou took out the money and counted it, it was exactly five thousand.

Lao Wen's outlook on life and values ​​for most of his life were overturned at this moment.

People really have a place to go after they die, and evil messengers really exist!
Although I don’t know whether there is 50 yuan in this account, the 5000 yuan is definitely not fake. My daughter does not have [-] yuan in her hand.

Since my daughter decided to lose weight, she will give her salary to Lao Wen every month, leaving only 1000 yuan for herself to eat, otherwise she will eat up all her salary.

Therefore, it is impossible for my daughter to have 5000 yuan in her hand.

But now, the daughter clearly has 5000 yuan in her hand. During this period, the daughter was unemployed and could not receive a new salary.

So Lao Wen half believed Wen Rou's words.

Seeing that her father believed it, Wenrou operated the teller machine and deposited the 5000 yuan in her hand into the account.

After convincing Lao Wen, Wenrou ate the meal cooked by Lao Wen at Lao Wen's gate, then went to the train station, got on the high-speed train at five o'clock in the afternoon, and set off for Pingcheng on time.

To be honest, this is Wenrou's first time riding the high-speed rail.

Her hometown is in a county under the jurisdiction of Langshi City. There is no train connection. It takes more than two hours by bus to go to Langshi City to go to school.

When she grew up, the only place she went to was Langshi City, besides her hometown of Xiaoxian County.

Poverty not only limits people's imagination, but also restricts their pace.

It can only be said that it's a good thing that Wenrou bought a high-speed rail ticket. If it were an express, one seat might not be able to accommodate her butt, and her seatmate would be unhappy.

Wenrou's seat next to him was a handsome young man with a cold look on his face. He didn't even look at Wenrou in the corner of his eye.

Wenrou didn't give him the corner of her eye. As a girl whose eyes were always full of all kinds of food, Wenrou had no time to think about men.

Moreover, she also knew deeply that today's boys would rather be single than find a fat man like her who weighs [-] pounds.

For a fat man who is very self-aware, Wenrou has never had any illusions about men and love.Perhaps it should be said that food and clothing are all about lust, and for a fat person who can never have enough to eat, there is no man in her worldview.

The air-conditioning on the high-speed train was very comfortable, and Wenrou, who looked at her cell phone for a while, soon fell asleep with diarrhea.

Snapped--

The phone slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, waking Wenrou from her dream.

Wenrou wiped her hair and tried to sit on her seat and bend down to pick up her mobile phone. However, she was too fat and had a round waist. She tried several times and couldn't bend down.

The cold and handsome guy next to him couldn't stand it any longer. He bent down to pick up the phone and brought it to Wenrou's eyes.

Wenrou said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you!"

Wenrou took the phone and thanked the boy next to her from the bottom of her heart. He was really a kind-hearted and kind-hearted man. She had not met a good man in many years, especially a good man.

After giving a good guy card to her neighbor, Wenrou continued to fall asleep.

When I woke up again, I was woken up by the flight attendant: "Madam, we have arrived at the terminal, Pingcheng."

Wenrou stretched out in her seat and said, "Arrived so soon? It's more than 2000 miles away. Our country is so powerful!"

It was already twelve o'clock in the night when we walked out of the high-speed rail station.

Staying in a hotel is a big expense. She has just woken up and is not drowsy, so why should she waste money to sleep in a hotel?

Besides, express delivery is all about timeliness, shouldn’t it be faster?
Wenrou took out her cell phone and dialed Li Ziming's cell phone.

The phone rang a few times before being answered, and a male voice with sleep hysteria came from the other side: "Hello, who's there?"

"Hello, are you Mr. Li Ziming?"

"Well, I'm yours?" The other party was obviously wary of this woman who called at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Wen Judao: "I have a letter here sent to you by your wife Lin Kexin. Is it convenient for you to receive it?"

The other party was silent for a few seconds, perhaps because he was a little surprised when he suddenly heard someone sending a letter to his late wife in the middle of the night, but he quickly answered: "It's convenient for me, where is the letter?"

"I have the letter here. I'm at the exit of Pingcheng Railway Station. Can you come over?"

"I'll be here in half an hour, how can I confirm you?"

"I was sitting on the steps at the exit, wearing black pants and a white T-shirt. I was the fattest one."

Half an hour later, a lean middle-aged man hurriedly climbed up the steps and walked up to Wenrou and said, "Hello, do you have my wife's letter in your hand?"

Wenrou looked at the man's face with sunken eyes and tired eyes and said, "Please show your ID. I will confirm that you are Li Ziming before I can give you the letter." After all, the content of the letter involves 50 yuan.

The man subconsciously touched his pocket and said, "I didn't bring my ID card, but there is a driver's license in the car. I'll get it to you." After that, he turned and walked down the steps.

Wenrou stood up and said, "I'll go there with you."

The parking lot is far away, and a round trip would take a lot of time. Wenrou now really wants to know how she will be paid for this strange job after completing the task.

(End of this chapter)