Marriage Counselor (Part II) Zhang Baotong

Wu Qian quickly threw himself into the affairs assigned by Ms. Xia, and he had to find a way to drive Ms. Xia's hated vixen away from her husband's side. The time he promised Ms. Xia was to complete this task within two months, so he had to hurry up every day. Because the time of two months flies quickly, sometimes in the blink of an eye, it is unconsciously fleeting.

Early the next morning, Wu Qian drove to Ms. Xia's door and waited for Ms. Xia's husband, Mr. Bai. This is a six-story family building of the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Ms. Xia's house is on the third floor of this doorway. Looking down from the downstairs, you can't see anything but the window. Therefore, Wu Qian could only wait patiently.

Because Ms. Xia did not provide many clues and information, Wu Qian had to rely on himself to learn more information and content. Sun Tzu's Art of War said, "Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles." "The work of persuading the junior is sometimes the same as the public security officers solving the case, only by comprehensively understanding all kinds of clues and information, and grasping the relationship and purpose of the two parties of the cheater, it is good to prescribe the right medicine and cure the disease. And now he only has some very unclear information provided to him by Ms. Xia, and more information and clues have to be found and understood by himself.

According to Ms. Xia, Mr. Bai usually leaves the house at 8:40 a.m. and then walks to work in the office building of the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles in the center of the city. Because he came early, he sat in the car and took out the photo of Mr. Bai sent by Ms. Xia. Mr. Bai's photo looks very young, even much younger than Ms. Xia, not at all like a 40-year-old man, he looks only thirty-two or thirteen years old at most, very handsome and chic, and can even be described by the word delicate. But it is not the childish beauty of an innocent young man, but the very calm and mature expression unique to middle-aged men. His dress was very simple, but his forehead and eyes radiated a profound and extraordinary light, like an artifact that had opened the light. Wu Qian thought that it was no wonder that when Ms. Xia first saw him, she would abandon her colleagues who were superior to him in all aspects, and resolutely threw herself into his arms, no wonder she endured her husband's infidelity and love for many years, but she had to desperately maintain the integrity of this family, it turned out that she not only had a beautiful and lovely precious daughter, but also a husband who made women feel fascinated.

Two minutes before 8:40, a man came out of the doorway and walked out of the neighborhood without raising his head. Because he didn't see his face clearly, Wu Qian didn't notice this person. However, Ms. Xia's phone call came, saying, "My husband has gone out, have you seen it?"

Wu Qian reacted at this time and said, "Are you wearing a white shirt and beige trousers?"

Ms. Xia said, "Exactly. ”

Wu Qian said, "I saw it." With that, he hung up the phone, got out of the car, and chased after the man who had just come out of the doorway. He chased after the man, who was only three or five meters away, slowed down, and followed unhurriedly. On the way, I saw him say hello to a few acquaintances, so he left the residential area and walked down a street towards the office building of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

After walking for about 20 minutes, I saw Mr. Bai enter the office building of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. He followed him all the way up to the third floor, where he took the key out of his pocket and opened a door to the north. Wu Qian hurriedly went up to the fourth floor. After he walked around the hallway on the fourth floor, he returned to the third floor. There were almost all office signs on the doors of the third floor, but there were no marks on Mr. Bai's doors, so he couldn't figure out what position Mr. Bai held in the unit.

He went down to the communication room on the first floor, and saw an old man distributing newspapers to some people, so he asked, "May I ask which office is Bai Fengxiang in?"

The old man said, "There is no Bai Fengxiang here. ”

Wu Qian was stunned, thinking that this was filled in by Ms. Xia on the form. So, he took out the photocopied form and looked at it. The above is filled in correctly: Bai Fengxiang, a cadre of the Xi'an Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Wu Qian said to the old man again, "That's right, I came to him last time, and he seems to be working on the third floor. ”

A middle-aged man next to him said to Wu Qian, "You're talking about Bai Chongguang Bai Writer, and he's on the third floor." ”

In order to confirm, Wu Qian said, "He seems to be from Jiaxing, Zhejiang?"

The middle-aged man said, "That's right, it's from Jiaxing, Zhejiang, 40 years old this year, and it's the same genus as me, and they both belong to the ox." ”

Bai Chongguang, this name makes any literate Xi'an person sound like thunder. Although he had never seen him, he had long heard of his name. He is a well-known young writer in Shaanxi, who has published several influential books, and not long ago published a long story called "Chinese-style Marriage", which I heard that he wants to compete for the Mao Dun Literature Award. The discovery left him dumbfounded. He didn't expect Ms. Xia to hide her husband's real name and identity from him, and what he didn't expect was that he was investigating a famous heavyweight young writer. He wanted to tell Ms. Xia about this discovery, but he quickly calmed down and felt that it was better not to tell Ms. Xia, because she didn't want others to know her husband's real name and identity.

In order to further understand the activities of Mr. Bai Chongguang and Mr. Bai, Wu Qian went out for a while, and then bought a pack of good cat cigarettes and returned to the communication room of the office building of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. When the old janitor saw him coming again, he asked, "Do you have something to do with the white writer?"

Wu Qian nodded and said, "I wrote a novella and wanted him to show it." But they wouldn't see me. As he spoke, he gave the old man the pack of cigarettes.

The old man didn't want it at first, but when he saw Wu Qian stubbornly stuffing, he accepted it and said, "There are many people who come to Bai Writer, and they are all people who love to write." However, the white writer was very busy and did not see him at all. ”

Wu Qian begged the old man and said, "Can you tell me what time Bai writer usually goes out, so I'll wait for him outside the door." ”

The old man pursed his lips and said, "He usually writes in the house in the morning and does not go out, and in the afternoon he sometimes goes out for a walk, and sometimes stays at home to write." Anyway, maybe it's not easy to meet him. ”

Wu Qian asked again, "Do you know who usually comes to him?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I don't know. As he spoke, he showed him a very thick register of visitors. He flipped through it for a while, but didn't see any clues to base it on.