Pipi looked at her watch and decided to end it: "Okay. Anyway, I will send a bonus next month. This is what I bought."
"What are debts between family? My money is your money. As long as Jialin is happy."
Hanging up the phone, Pipi suddenly felt a bit sour. Her mother was always coughing recently, and her throat was hoarse. The doctor said that Chuanbei cream should be used but she was not willing to buy it as it was too expensive, so she just drank steamed pear water every day. Still Pipi looked in on her and bought four bottles of the cream for her. Nowadays, one shot was eight hundred and eight, which was expensive.
Tuesday was the archiving time for the general editorial routine. Pipi was busy day and night, and the day passed quickly. When she got off work, Wei Qingtan had actually sent her an intern reporter card. Pipi was surprised and she reported her findings from the interview yesterday. She only said that she had finally succeeded at catching up with He Lanjing, and also discussed the ancient jade problem for ten minutes. As for the weird things that had happened last night, she kept them to herself. After all, after a year of mixing in the news unit, Pipi knew the speed of the rumors, and he would definitely not be reassured.
"Oh, the progress is good. Sure enough, this Helan is not cautious of you." Wei Qingtan put some prenatal vitamins into her mouth, followed it up with a slug of water, and then took out a notebook from the bag. "According to the line report, He Lanjing will go to Jingtian auction house tomorrow to bid for a few pieces of ancient jade. One of them is Yuhu in the Warring States period, which is said to be his biggest goal. He is going to the V City Museum tonight."
"V City Museum? What are you going to do there?"
"No idea."
V City was a prefecture-level city affiliated to C City, not far from C City, and the expressway is one and a half hours away.
Pipi picked up the press card, grabbed her own bag and went to the door: "I'm going to the V City Museum to find him."
"Do you have his mobile number?"
"...No."
Wei Qingtan handed her a piece of paper with a number: "Pipi, this is the difference between an old reporter and a new reporter."
"He lives at No. 56, Xianting Street." Pipi added a sentence in time.
Wei Qing Tan's eyebrows rose, then she picked up the notebook and reminded her, "He might still. I don't know."
Pipi walked to the doorway and dialed the mobile phone of Helan.
There was a lazy "hello" from the other end.
"It's… Guan Pipi."
"Oh." Helan's voice was a little surprised. "How do you know my number?"
"Didn't you give me a business card?"
"The business card only shows the office landline."
Think fast.
"The people in the museum told me."
"Impossible, unless you know the curator."
"How do you know that I don't know the curator?"
He was silent.
After a while, He Lanjing asked: "Is there something for me?"
"Can I interview you today?"
"No."
"Yes, I heard that you are going to the V City Museum. Can I go with you?"
"What are you doing?"
"I want to see what you are doing there."
"Absurd."
He hung up.
Pipi did not say anything, and before long she was sat on the bus to V City.