After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Chapter 195 Inspection of each account

Jiang Shiyuan watched Xie Jinyuan leave, and a heavy weight was finally lifted off his shoulders.

"Commander Tang, Commander Huang, if there is nothing else for the time being, I will take my leave."

"I want to go back to the Zhong family's old house to visit my grandfather."

After Jiang Shiyuan finished speaking, he bowed slightly and spoke in a respectful tone.

"Miss Jiang, you have worked hard. I will ask Xiao Xie to send someone to take you back." Tang Shengzhi said with concern.

"No need to trouble you, I can drive back by myself." Jiang Shiyuan politely declined Commander Tang's kindness.

"Okay then, Miss Jiang, please be careful on the road!" Huang Wei also reminded her in a gentle voice.

Jiang Shiyuan nodded, turned and left the meeting room.

She walked out of the headquarters and took a deep breath. The cold winter air in Jinling City refreshed her.

Jiang Shiyuan drove back to the Zhong family's old house. He didn't see any servants along the way, so he walked straight into the main hall and shouted, "Grandpa, I'm back!"

"Xiaoyuan'er? Is that you, Xiaoyuan'er?" An old but powerful voice came from the inner room, with a hint of trembling and surprise.

I saw an old man with gray hair and vigorous spirit walking out from behind the screen with vigorous steps.

"Grandpa!" Jiang Shiyuan felt a lump in his throat and hurried forward to support the old man.

"Xiaoyuan'er, I'm so glad that you're okay!" Old Master Zhong burst into tears and held Jiang Shiyuan's hand tightly.

"Grandpa, I'm an unfilial son and have made you worry again." Jiang Shiyuan suppressed the grief in his heart and forced a smile.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!" Mr. Zhong was so excited that he was incoherent.

"Grandpa, please sit down first. I will tell you slowly." Jiang Shiyuan helped Mr. Zhong back to the rosewood chair in the main hall and sat down.

"Okay, you talk, you talk." Old Master Zhong looked at Jiang Shiyuan with a loving face.

Jiang Shiyuan briefly told Mr. Zhong about her experiences in Shanghai and why she returned to Nanjing.

Of course, she concealed the news of her father and brother's sacrifice, fearing that her grandfather would not be able to bear such a blow.

"My little Yuan, you have done very well. You are worthy of being the most outstanding descendant of our Zhong family!"

After listening to Jiang Shiyuan's story, Mr. Zhong's eyes were filled with satisfaction and pride.

"By the way, you haven't had dinner yet, right? Grandpa will go to the kitchen and make you something delicious!" Grandpa Zhong said as he was about to get up.

Jiang Shiyuan quickly held him down and said with a smile, "Grandpa, how can I let you do it yourself? You can taste my cooking skills later!"

"Oh, by the way, Grandpa, why is there not even a single servant left in the Zhong residence?"

"Uncle Li, Aunt Zhang, Xiao Liu, where are they all?"

Mr. Zhong smiled kindly and explained patiently, "As for me, I dismissed all these old people who have followed me for many years in the middle of this month."

"Jinling City is in danger. I don't want to delay them. I'll let them go back to their hometown in Yucheng. They can live in peace there..."

Jiang Shiyuan understood his grandfather's painstaking efforts and could not help but be moved. He said softly, "Grandpa, you should also go to Yucheng with us..."

Mr. Zhong shook his head. "Well, I'm an old man now. I won't bother with this anymore. I still have to guard our Zhong family's old house!"

It was almost half past six, and Jiang Shiyuan used the existing ingredients in the small kitchen to prepare one meat dish and one vegetable dish, which Mr. Zhong ate with great praise.

Then, the grandfather and grandson drank tea while discussing the implementation of Qing Yu Tang's "Spark Plan".

Jiang Shiyuan said seriously, "Grandpa, I came here this time to discuss something with you."

"What's the matter?" Mr. Zhong asked seriously.

"It's like this. I suggest that the basements dug secretly by each branch of Qing Yu Tang be set up as shelters in case of emergency."

"Shelter? Why do we need to set up a shelter?" Mr. Zhong asked in confusion.

"Grandpa, you know that the world is not peaceful right now. If Nanjing falls, the damn Japanese invaders will break in..."

Jiang Shiyuan didn't continue speaking, but her words were enough to make Mr. Zhong understand what she meant.

"Xiaoyuan, what you mean is..." Old Master Zhong's face changed.

Jiang Shiyuan quickly comforted him in a gentle voice: "Grandpa, I'm just saying in case, don't worry, I will arrange everything in advance to minimize the loss."

"Okay, let's do as you say!" Old Master Zhong nodded. He knew that Jiang Shiyuan was doing this for everyone's good.

"Then let's go to each subcolon now."

"Grandpa had the same idea!" Old Master Zhong stood up with a smile, and walked out of the Zhong residence with the help of Jiang Shiyuan.

As night fell and the lights came on, the city of Jinling was shrouded in an atmosphere of panic and anxiety.

Jiang Shiyuan and Mr. Zhong inspected the head office and branches of Qing Yu Tang one by one to ensure that the "Spark Plan" could be implemented.

"Well, this place is well done. The space is large enough and the ventilation is good."

Jiang Shiyuan stood in the basement of Qing Yu Tang Jinling Head Office, nodded with satisfaction, and left a romantic national flag.

Shopkeeper Song respectfully reported, "Reporting to the young master, each branch has sufficient preparations of anti-inflammatory and hemostatic pills, powders, pastes and pills. The precious medicinal materials, instruments and rare prescriptions have been secretly transferred to the head office in Yucheng."

"The simplified Chinese character system has also been popularized in all Qing Yu Tang branches across the country, greatly improving work efficiency."

"That's good. Thank you for your hard work, Manager Song!" Jiang Shiyuan said with gratitude.

Shopkeeper Song nodded slightly, "Young Master, you are too polite. This is all my responsibility. How can I talk about whether it is hard work or not?"

Jiang Shiyuan and Mr. Zhong inspected several branches and found that the "Spark Plan" was indeed implemented very well, which made her feel very relieved.

"Grandpa, it's getting late. Let's go back and rest early."

Jiang Shiyuan helped Mr. Zhong get into the car and drove on the quiet streets of Jinling City, his heart filled with a heavy sense of responsibility.

She knows the road ahead is long and difficult, but she will keep moving forward.

For the sake of her family and the people who are struggling in misery, she will definitely be able to rewrite the tragic history of Jinling!