Chapter 003: Astonishing Origins

The mother and son walked for a while when Meng Lin suddenly looked up at Peng Yuanzheng and said, "Yuanzheng, you shouldn't act this way. After all, they are your elders. I came to plead with your second uncle; he is the deputy mayor and can resolve your work issues with just a phone call. But with your outburst like this, everything is ruined."

Since childhood, my son Peng Yuanzheng has been very well-behaved and has never told a single lie, which is why Meng Lin has always trusted his words completely

Peng Yuanzheng picked up the exquisite dragon-patterned jade pendant once again and gazed at it. With over 40 years of life experience from his past and present, he judged that this dragon-patterned jade pendant was certainly not ordinary. The jade was pure, the carving exquisite and soft, resembling something from the imperial court

Leaving the Meng family, Meng Lin was in a very low mood, sighing repeatedly along the way

Peng Yuanzheng completely ignored Meng Qiang's roar, calmly pulling Meng Lin out.

Peng Yuanzheng put down the phone and, seeing his mother Meng Lin behind him, smiled and said, "Mom, I've already talked to my classmates about this. This is my buddy from the dormitory during college. Don't worry, his father is a high-ranking official in the capital. With just one phone call, he can resolve my job issues. Who knows, I might even get transferred to the capital."

On the other end of the phone, my college roommate, a close buddy named Wang Biao, laughed recklessly and lewdly.

Bro, when are you and *Tu* coming over? I am hosting a banquet for you at the Beijing Jianguo Hotel to welcome you... Do you still remember that bespectacled girl from elementary school? Hehe, bro, after you left, this girl kept asking me about your home address, phone number, and so on...

According to his adoptive parents, who are the late grandparents Peng Yuanzheng, Peng Yuqiang was entrusted to a local family by a couple of senior officers from the Eighth Route Army shortly after his birth during the revolutionary period and the War of Resistance. Later, as the war continued to ravage the area, the farmers who adopted him perished under Japanese artillery fire. He was then passed from one guardian to another, and at the age of three, he was taken in by his current adoptive parents. They endured hardships, fleeing from Jiangnan to Jiangbei, and only settled in a village on the outskirts of Xinan City just before the founding of the nation.

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Feng Xiaojun, born on May 16, 1944, was fostered in the Zhengyang Mountains of Jiangnan. He left behind a family heirloom jade pendant as a token for future recognition. Feng Yunlong. July 21, 1944.

Peng Yuanzheng resolutely stated, a glimmer of cold light fleetingly flashed in his eyes

In his memoir published in "Huaxia Chunqiu," Elder Feng detailed this experience. He missed his son dearly and entrusted the relevant authorities to conduct a thorough search in the local area. However, at that time, he was leading his troops in a hurried retreat while fighting against the Japanese army, and he did not have the opportunity to inquire about the name of the local villager. Furthermore, the farmer who had adopted Peng Yuqiang later fled due to the chaos, leaving no trace behind. As a result, despite Elder Feng's years of searching, he found not a single clue.

The handwriting on the rough paper is very hasty, especially the last character "日", which is clearly written in a rush, suggesting that the situation at the time was quite urgent

Has basic human nature and family education disappeared?

Mother, we do not seek their approval! Look at how they treat you? Such relatives are better off without!

"Feng Qianru... Hehe... This..." Peng Yuanzheng's lips curled into a peculiar smile, "This is a very important person, Mom. In any case, you need not worry. After all, your son has always been law-abiding and exemplary in both character and academics, and would never engage in any improper activities."

In this lifetime, what belongs to him, he must reclaim it

Meng Lin had prepared the meal and, upon hearing her son talking on the phone in the living room, quietly stood by and listened attentively

Meng Lin was overjoyed, "Really, son, this is a good thing! If your classmates can help, we can also send them some gifts!"

Alright, alright, buddy, when exactly are you coming over

Mother, let us go

By the year 201www.hetushu.com.com2, Peng Yuanzheng had finally managed to operate to the position of Deputy Director of a district's Investment Promotion Bureau, only to unexpectedly lose his life in an aviation disaster

What do Meng Xiaojun and Meng Xiaogang understand? Is it not the influence of their parents and elders that has shaped them

"Sigh... why has your temper suddenly become so irritable, my child..." Meng Lin sighed again, "I only have you as my son; I absolutely cannot let you suffer in the countryside. Tomorrow, I will ask someone again to see if I can get the personnel bureau to make some adjustments for you."

In a previous life, in 2008, by chance, Peng Yuanzheng had a meal with Feng Qianru, a businesswoman from a prominent family in the capital who was investing in a real estate project in New Anshi. During their conversation, he inadvertently learned a bizarre story from the War of Resistance, in which she mentioned that her grandfather—who was one of the sons of the founding father Feng Lao—went missing during the war and has not been heard from since.

One day, the Meng family will regret having humiliated you and my father

"That sounds good." Meng Lin smiled and suddenly said, "Son, who is Feng Qianru?"

The grievances of the elders, he is unwilling to dwell on them, nor does he wish to hold onto them; however, the Meng family has truly gone too far. Even if they look down upon the Peng family and regard him as the so-called illegitimate child of the Peng family, they should not educate their children to become such scoundrels

Born in May 1944, the 33rd year of the Republic of China, the key element is that dragon-patterned jade pendant. This is a family heirloom of Mr. Feng, originating from the late Qing Dynasty court, and it is impossible to forge.

Upon opening, there lay a crumpled piece of yellow coarse paper and an antique dragon-patterned jade pendant. A few lines of text were written on the paper with a brush, the characters slightly blurred and faded:

Mother, please do not concern yourself with my work; I will find a way on my own. I have a classmate in the capital whose parents are high-ranking officials in the central government. I have already called my classmate, and he said he could help me. I will go to the capital tomorrow to meet this classmate, and his father has already agreed to see me. Peng Yuanzheng had his own plans in mind, so he told a white lie.

At that time, Peng Yuanzheng had the intention to acknowledge his relatives, but upon further reflection, he realized that circumstances had changed and people had moved on. His father was no longer alive, and if he were to suddenly show up, it would inevitably raise suspicions of seeking favor from the powerful, leading to disdain from others. Moreover, the world of the wealthy is as deep as the sea, and whether he could truly establish a connection was still uncertain. With a sense of pride, Peng Yuanzheng decided to abandon the idea, and his thoughts of acknowledging his relatives gradually faded.

The clues are very simple, making them nearly impossible to find. Of course, while Peng Yuqiang was alive, he never actually thought about searching for them. However, these items pertain to his origins, and he had always kept them close, alongside his books and images, as a form of reminiscence. Upon his death, he passed them on to his wife, Meng Lin.

Perhaps it is the will of fate

Peng Yuanzheng also smiled and said, "Let's not talk about these useless things, Wang Biao, I need you to help me with two matters. First, go to your father's workplace library and find a copy of the 1990 eighth issue of "Huaxia Chunqiu"; second, help me inquire at our alma mater's history department if there is a girl named Feng Qianru..."

Peng Yuanzheng collected these key pieces of evidence for identifying relatives and hid them in his own room. After being reborn, he decided to go to the capital to acknowledge his relatives. He did not actually expect to instantly ascend into the prestigious red aristocracy of the capital to reclaim his ancestry; rather, he viewed this as a stepping stone to change the course of his life.

These objects were left to his mother, Meng Lin, by his father, Peng Yuqiang, at the time of his death, and are related to his background

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Gently placing down the jade pendant, Peng Yuanzheng let out a sigh, and his memories began to rewind.

Afterwards, Peng Yuanzheng found the August 1990 issue of "Huaxia Chunqiu" in the library and carefully reviewed Mr. Feng's memoirs, discovering that the situation described by Mr. Feng was very similar to that of his father, Peng Yuqiang

Upon returning home, Meng Lin went to prepare dinner, while Peng Yuanzheng quietly slipped into his mother's bedroom and retrieved a yellowed cloth pouch from the drawer where she kept her pay slips and diary.

At the latest, the day after tomorrow; I will strive to take the train there tomorrow