Granma T no longer blamed the workmen or the children or Mai Ling.
It was the end of the day and all were hanging round the office not wanting to go home but not knowing what to do next for the best. All were despondent, they all knew the consequences. There were only afew days grace before Mr. Cheung's deadline was reached. Then, parts of the business would have to be sold off to pay for the replacement.
This was the minimum that Mr. Cheung was insisting on. He could have asked for further compensation, but hadn't. The plaque - the symbol of his highly esteemed business - was all that he wished for.
He too in the anxious days since the move had searched and searched and searched, to no avail. When not cooking or waiting at table, his staff were out along the route of the removal diligently looking. He had even offered a reward for its safe return, but there was still no news.
It was at the end of such a dismal day that the staff at Granma T's sat around wondering what was to happen, when into the yard screeched the red sportcar containing Mr. Cheung. He was clearly agitated and puce in the face. He was beside himself with anger and wildly waving a piece of paper in the air.
"Granma T, Granma T," he shouted getting out his car and striding across the yard. "Look, look you are not to blame," he boomed on entering the office, still flapping the paper about.
Onto the table he thrust a single sheet of paper. It was a ransom note containing lots of single letters cut out from newspapers and stuck down. The demand was for a million dollars US!
In the meantime, complete the silhouette of Mr. Cheung's flashy red sports car using the interactivity above. There are more activities in the notes .
The story continues in World of Tan 9 - Animals .