My Waste Husband novel Chapter 911

After leaving the site of the old welfare home, Henry looked back. The agitation in his heart was extremely sudden. Henry also did not understand why his mood suddenly had such a big fluctuation. At the moment when he vaguely saw the scene of the underground palace, a sense of disgust and irritation welled up in his heart. It was not until he left the underground palace that Henry felt a little comfortable.

He looked at the time, and it was already two o'clock in the morning.

The people from Section Nine had completely surrounded this area. Any force would treat such an underground city with caution.

Section Nine belonged to the Chinese government, and it was extremely efficient and convenient for them to do things.

One could see that the construction vehicles had arrived here, and the roadblocks had been set up on the road. They found a random excuse for maintenance to block all the roads in this area.

Henry did not stay here. Facing the cold January wind, Henry walked toward the Lins

Group.

Henry knew Sylvia very well. The Lins made such a big deal today. Sylvia absolutely couldn't go home and sleep at ease. There were many things in the company that needed to be arranged by Sylvia.

As Henry expected, when he came to the business district, he saw at a glance that the lights on the top floor of Lins mansion were still on.

Henry stepped forward. When he entered the entrance of the Lins Group, a security guard of the Lins Group came up and whispered, "Sir, there's a message regarding Delsean Attard."

"Oh?" Henry slightly raised his eyebrows. After leaving Xin Province, Henry asked his men to pay attention to Delsean's affairs. "Where did he send the thing?"

"The capital's museum," answered the security guard. "Delsean did a secret donation. No one knows about it. Right now, the thing is in the capital's museum."

Hearing this answer, Henry was obviously stunned for a moment, and then fell into silence.

"Sir, do you need someone to keep an eye on him?" the security guard asked.

Henry was silent for a full minute. Then he waved his hand and said, "No need. Let them leave."

"Got it." The security guard responded and left.

Henry turned around and looked out of the building. It was empty in the dark, which made Henry a little confused.

"Did he donate?"

Such news was obviously beyond Henry's expectation.

Since Henry's childhood, he had a firm idea that people came to this world to live for themselves, and everything they did was to make themselves stronger. As early as a long time ago, Henry had no concept of national power or heroic spirit in his heart.

In Henry's mind, he admired those people who were devoted to the country, but Henry himself could never do this.

But today, a so-called cultural plot suddenly appeared in Henry's mind.

In Henry's mind, he couldn't help but think of the scene that day when Delsean roared that the tripod belonged to China.

"Forget it. I'm not old yet." Sackcloth Visitor let out a hoarse laugh. His voice was especially chilling in this dark and cold night sky, "I heard that your employer donated a cauldron in the end? Do you feel a little touched in your heart?"

"You are very well-informed." Henry looked at Sackcloth Visitor and then looked away.

"You also know that the Recluse Association has to keep an eye on everyone, right?" Sackcloth Visitor asked. "How was your trip to the Loulan Kingdom this time? What was your harvest?"

Hearing this, Henry's eyes narrowed. He looked at Sackcloth Visitor again and said seriously, "What do you know about what happened in Loulan this time?"

Before they went to the Loulan, Sackcloth Visitor had told Henry some strange things, as if he already knew something.

"Nothing." Sackcloth Visitor shook his head. "It's just that my master knows that there is something in the Loulan and asked you to retrieve it. I was just passing on a message. As for what it was, my lord didn't mention it. I don't know either. However, I'm certain that it was definitely not the tripod."

"Do you want to know?" Henry stared at Sackcloth Visitor and asked.

"No, I don't." Sackcloth Visitor shook his head. "I'm not here today for what you brought back from Loulan. I'm here to have a chat with you. Hmm...how should I say it? Let's talk heart to heart."

"Heart to heart?" Henry's face revealed a trace of astonishment. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Sackcloth Visitor was not a heart-to-heart talker. Looking at the face of the man with a straight face, Henry said, "Okay, tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

"Let's talk about Delsean." Sackcloth Visitor waved his hand. "Let's go. I went back to my hometown two days ago and dug out two bottles of the wine buried there. You're lucky to have a chance to taste this wine. This wine technique has been lost."

Sackcloth Visitor raised the two porcelain jars in his hands, and a rare look of complacency appeared on his face.