অধ্যায় একশ চল্লিশ: খবর নেওয়া

এ-kotha chinta korei Lang Fong-er mon anonde kheyey uthlo.

"Fupu, apni ki mone koren, se jodi pore jay, tobe ki tar oi ason-ti ami nite pari?" Lang Fong Liu Zhenxing-er bas-er ason-tar dike angul nirdesh kore, uttejonar sathe jiggesh korlo.

Lang Minghua e kotha sune kisoikkho chup thakar por, tar mukhe ekti alokito hasi fele dilo.

"Sambhabona achhe, amra shobai tomar sathe achhi, kintu eta nishchit korte hobe je ora shobai jaali naki. Jodi ora asolei shotti hoy..." Lang Minghua sondhigo sure bollo.

"Kokhono shotti hote pare na, oder ami khub valobhabe chini, ora kono bhabei shotti hote pare na," Lang Fong hath nere drirho konthe bollo.

Lang Minghua-r mone ekti aswasti beje uthlo.

Sotti ki shombhob noy? Jodi asolei jaali hoy, tobe Liu Zhenxing eto nishchintobhabe ki kore boshe royechhe? Tar ki emon kono gopon shokti ba ashroy royechhe, jara samner ei dujonke jaali bole praman korte parchhe na?

"Lang Fong, tobe ektu satorko howa uchit. Dekho, Liu Zhenxing-ke ektu-o bhita mone hochhe na, eta thik noy," Lang Minghua Lang Fong-er hath dhore fisfis kore jiggesh korlo.

Lang Fong pichhone fire Liu Zhenxing, Zhao Yunhao ebong Song Qiaoxue-ke ekti nojor diye bhuru kunchhalo.

"Thik achhe, apra ektu opeksha korun, ami Yunling shohorer amar ekti bondhuke jiggesh kore ashi."

Lang Fong tar mobile ber kore ghor theke beriye phone korte chole gelo.

Sabho-kokkhe, Liu Zhenxing Zhao Yunhao-er kachhe giye fisfis kore bolte laglo.

"Ora ekhon nishchoy bhabchhe je tomra dujonei jaali. Apni kobe proman samne anar kotha bhabchhen?" Kather Group-er vitore, tar ei shovon-poti sara, shudhu puraton boishokhi lokjon-i Pantheon-er sathe jogajog rakhto. Kintu ekhon oi puraton boishokhi lokjon, Liu paribarik dada chara, baki shobai pray shobai chole gechen.

Suk-er moto buro lokti shobshomoy nijer byaboshay mon nivesh korechhe, Kather Group-er byapare kokhono kono hastakshep koreni, ebong Pantheon-er lokjon-er sathe shudhu matro bhashasro jogajog chhilo.

"Taratari nei, aste-dhire opeksha korun. Ami dekhte chai Lang Fong ki bhabe amar shomosha khuje ber kore." Zhao Yunhao hasimukhe bollo.

Liu Zhenxing matha narlo.

"Se proman korte parbe na, jodi na apra porichoy promaner kono kagojpatro samne na anen. Se ekhon nishchoy ei chintatai korchhe."

"Ki je bolen! She ki barir boishokhi lokjoner kachhe jachche na?" Kather Group-er sthapona hoyeio pray dosh bochorer beshi hoyegechhe, puraton shoktira Pantheon-er sathe kichhuta jogajog rakhto, kintu shesh koy bochore Kather Group ekhon shastho ebong sthayi hoyegechhe.

Pantheon-er kachhe Kather Group-er kono rokom chahida nei, tai protichon shudhu dividend-gulo account-e joma dewa chara kono jogajog chhilo na.

Jar fole ekhoner Liu Zhenxing ebong Lang Fong-er moto lokjon Pantheon-er keu-ke chene na.

Kintu Suk-er boyosher boishokhi lokti nishchoy-i chene.

"Hun, Suk-dada Pantheon-ke jiggesh korte paren, kintu apnar ki mone hoy Lang Fong-er oi obosthay, se ki fire giye Suk-dadake jiggesh korbe?" Liu Zhenxing Lang Fong-er shvabhob khub bhalo bhabei jane.

"Lang Fong emon keu noy je Suk-dar kachhe kshama chaibe," Liu Zhenxing siddhanto nilo.

Zhao Yunhao eta shune bhalo kore chinta korlo, dekhe mone holo byapar-ti sotti tai.

"Tobe thik achhe, amra tbe pore jawa kukurke aaro marar jonyo opeksha korbo." Zhao Yunhao hasimukhe e kotha bolte bolte, tar drishti Lang Minghua-r dike firiye tar dike ekti gopon hasi dilo.

Tar ei hasite Lang Minghua-r bugh khub jore jore spondon korte laglo.

Tar mone ashanto hoye uthlo, se uthe roopom theke beriye Lang Fong-ke khujte laglo.

Shobh-kokkho theke berotei se shunte pelo Lang Fong karo sathe phone-e kotha bolchhe.

"Hello, Sun Zhong, tumi er age amake oi Zhao Yunhao-er byapare je kotha bolechhe, tar roop-rekha kemon? Tumi nishchit to ja bolechhe shob shotti, ekjon sadharon manush to bote?" Lang Fong-er nirbhejol konthe dwarer pashe shona gelo.

Lang Minghua tar pashe giye, Lang Fong-ke speaker on korte ishara korlo.

Lang Fong bhuru kunchhalo, tobu speaker on korlo.

Tarpor Lang Minghua ebong Lang Fong dujone mile phone-er opashe Sun Zhong-er konthe shunte pelo.

"Hae, ami ki toke er age boli ni? Ekjon sadharon chakurijibi, er age jar kachhe ponchash hajar taka-o chilo na. Kintu shamprotik samoy kothay jani kichhu taka roparjito korechhe, ekjon chhoto gari-dhoroner dhanik, barite kono roop-rekha nei."

"Keno? Tumi ki take shasthya diye shodh nite chao?" Sun Zhong hasir chhole jiggesh korlo.

Lang Fong ektu halka haslo.

"Ami khub beshi lokjonke shasti dite pochhondo kori na, kintu se amar samne borayi korchhe, eta ami shojhyo korte parlam na. Tumi to amake chena-i, ami khub sohoj bhabe thaki, kintu tumi amake aswasti dile, tobe amake dosh dio na."

Lang Fong-er kotha shune Sun Zhong khilkhil kore hese uthlo.

"Tumi ekta paaji, amra dujone kake chena ke ki?"

"Tumi take shasti dao ba jao, kintu mere phelona, se jokhon fire asbe, tar hishab ami aste-dhire nabo." Sun Zhong-er kharap konthe shona gelo.

Lang Fong anonde hese uthlo.

"Ami boli Sun Zhong, tomar to ekhon ja chao tai achhe, tumi aaro take keno shasti dite chao?"

"Pthu, ke bolechhe? Sei shala amake thokiye ki mone korlo emon-i chhere debo? Toke bole rakhchhi, Zhao Yunhao-ke ami shasti na dile, ami Fenyue-te geleo mone shanti pabo na," Sun Zhong krodhe chotpot korte bollo.

"Thik achhe, thik achhe, ami take pran-ti rekhe debo, jate tomar rag mete jay."

Bole, phone kete dilo.

"Eta ki Yunling shohorer Sun's Group-er Sun Zhong? Tar satheo ki Zhao Yunhao-er shatruota achhe?" Lang Minghua Lang Fong-er nam shunei bujhe gelo ke eta, se jiggesh korlo.

"Keno hobena? Sun Zhong-o ekta kharap lok, Zhao Yunhao-er ex-girlfriend-er upor nojor diyechhe, ebong Zhao Yunhao-er sathe koyek bar lorai korechhe, mone hoy se protibar-i hare gechhe." Lang Fong bisrishi hasite bollo.

Lang Minghua bhuru kunchhalo.

"Sun Zhong hare gechhe? Yunling shohore tar porichoy thaka sotteo, eta ki shomvob?"

"Naaki, Zhao Yunhao-er onno kono porichoy achhe?"

"Kokhono na, dekho Sun Zhong-er kotha, se ekjon sadharon sadharon manush-i to bote." Lang Fong khub beporoa bhabe bollo.

"Kintu Sun Zhong to Zhao Yunhao-er sathe pere uthchhe na." Lang Minghua khub chintito holo.

Ekjon naari hishebe tar bhoy praye ektu beshi thake, ebong beshi satorko o shohoy thake.

"Chhi, tumi to jano na, Sun Zhong-er baba-ke Sun-dada pochhondo kore na, tar baba shara din ja-i koruk na keno upor-er dada-r chintabhabonar byapare voy kore, se kitake koto sahajjo korte parbe? Se ki amar moto hote pare?" Lang Fong gorbe matha unchu kore abhimane bollo.

Se to Suk-er anumoti peyechhe, jate se Zhao Yunhao-er kachhe thikmoto bhaloi bodla nite pare.

Lang Minghua Suk-dada-r Lang Fong-er proti sneher kotha chinta kore, tarpor tar mon shanti pelo.

"Thik achhe, tobe bitore cholo."

Dujone sabho-kokkhe dhuklo, Zhao Yunhao ebong Liu Zhenxing-er anondomoy hasir mukh samne porlo.

"Asha kori apra dujone ekhon sabho shuru korte paren?" Liu Zhenxing bhodrobhabe jiggesh korlo.

Zhao Yunhao ebong Song Qiaoxue dujonei prostut chhilen, Lang Fong asbe take mitthe bole proman korar jonyo.

Thik tai, jemon ora chinta korechhile, Lang Fong hat tullo.

"Sabho kisoikhho pore shuru hobe, ekhon amader ekta shomosha samadhan korte hobe." Lang Fong-er ei kothati, shobar drishti akrshon korte saphollo holo.