Chapter 17 Its Finished (1/2)

Qin Sheng once came across a phrase saying, ”What is the height a man should attain in his life before he could make a name for himself after he dies?”

How much was Han Guoping worth?

Perhaps his death would only cause ripples within the upper circle of society. To the commoners by and large, his death could be likened to a pebble being tossed into a lake. It would not make big waves. His death would be insignificant.

How about he himself?

If an accident were to happen during this trip to Tianshui, who would be aware of his death? And who would shed a tear for him?

Qin Sheng could only laugh at himself. He must not die. He had to turn the tables. After all, this was not the first time he was faced with such a crisis in the last two years.

Although this was the first time Qin Sheng was taking such a high-class private jet, he was not especially excited. After all, he was not an ignorant young lad. He had been brought up by his grandfather to be one who did not care much about material luxuries.

Sitting across from him was Han Bing, who was staring out of the window too. Perhaps she was also thinking about what Qin Sheng was thinking. The ashes of Mr and Mrs Han Guoping were placed on the seat next to her while Chen Beiming and Old Wu were sitting a row behind.

”I bet you didn't sleep well last night. Sneak some rest if you are sleepy. I will wake you once we arrive. You have to handle many matters tomorrow,” Qin Sheng said gently as his heart went out to Han Bing.

Han Guoping's death was a great blow to Han Bing. There was no way she could ever be the same since that fateful day. There seemed to be an invisible weight pressing down on her and it felt as if she was going to collapse.

”Erm...” Han Bing nodded. She was truly exhausted and fell asleep not long after she shut her eyes.

Qin Sheng looked at the beaten Han Bing who had lost much weight, looking pale on her face and having dark circles around her eyes. Where had that prideful, fair-skinned, rich, and beautiful lady in her gone?

Qin Sheng let out another sigh.

Our fathers are our confidence whom we rely on. When they take turns to fall, we are forced to grow up quickly even if we are unwilling to.

It was a two-hour flight from Shanghai to Tianshui City of Gansu Province.

Although Tianshui was a small city, it was a rather affluent one in the western region apart from the capital cities. It had a small airport with flights traveling only to the nearby cities.

After the jet landed, Han Bing and Qin Sheng held on to Mr and Mrs Han Guoping's ashes respectively and walked out of the airport. Han Bing took a deep breath and through gritted teeth she mumbled, ”Mom, Dad, we are home.”

The air smelt of yellow soil. It was almost the end of November and its weather compared to the warmer Shanghai was more like winter.

At the arrival hall, the relative of the Hans had been waiting for some time. Given that Han Guoping was doing so well in Shanghai, his relatives in the country had also become some sort of vulgarians from his providence. In this respect, Han Guoping definitely carried himself with more grace than his relatives back home.

Han Guoping's old house a distance away from Tianshui city center. It was located some thirty kilometers south-east of the city, within the Mai Ji area. One famous landmark at close proximity to his house was the Mai Ji Caves, which were still a distance away from the Han village.

Being used to the skyline of Shanghai, the mountain range in the north-west of Tianshui was a refreshing sight. The mountains were named Long Mountains. They belonged to the same mountain range as Zhongnan Mountains. Han Village was situated at the foot of a hill called Duke's Hill, although there had never been a Duke from here. In fact, the most well-known celebrity from here was really Han Guoping.

Given that this was Han Guoping's hometown, he had never forgotten about it when he made it in Shanghai. It was Han Guoping who forked out the money to repair and maintain the infrastructure within the village and interstates that connected it to the outside world. In fact, he had also sponsored the construction of the city square and the new houses for over ten families in the village.

Although most of the relatives within the Han family had moved out into cities or the Lan Province, they would return to their hometown on festive seasons. Therefore when this happened to Han Guoping, all the relatives and neighbors came over to render their help.

Qin Sheng, who grew up in the Zhongnan Mountains naturally felt a special bond with the mountains. He could not take his eyes off the mountains outside the car windows. Han Bing, who was sitting behind him asked, ”Is Xi'an far from here?”

Qin Sheng pondered before replying, ”Not far. Xi'an is around 300 kilometers from Tianshui. It would only take a few hours to get there.”

”Oh, I have never been to Xi'an,” Han Bing mumbled.

”I can bring you there if opportunity arises,” Qin Sheng said, nodding.