Movie: Get Alpha Dog at the start

Chapter 1504 Raising an army for a thousand days to use it for one day

The next day at noon, sunlight streamed through the glass doors of the cake shop, casting bright dappled patterns on the clean floor tiles. Qin Hao had just seen off a regular customer who had bought two large bags of bread. He glanced at the wall clock; it was almost noon.

He walked behind the cashier, took out Yang Xiaoyun's business card from the drawer, and then picked up the phone—the store had just installed a telephone, which cost more than three thousand yuan, a considerable investment, but doing business without a telephone was indeed inconvenient.

Dial the number and wait for the ringing tone. After a few beeps, the call is answered, and a pleasant female voice comes from the other end: "Hello, this is Nightfall Bar."

"Hello, I'm looking for Ms. Yang Xiaoyun," Qin Hao said.

"Please wait a moment." Footsteps came from the other end of the phone, followed by a shout: "Mr. Yang, it's your phone!"

A few seconds later, Yang Xiaoyun's voice came through, tinged with a hint of laziness: "Hello, who is this?"

"Miss Yang, I am Ji Qiang."

Yang Xiaoyun on the other end of the phone visibly perked up, her voice immediately becoming clear and enthusiastic: "Ji Qiang! Oh, you finally called! Have you found someone to look after the shop yet?"

"Yeah, we just hired a young lady, and today is her first day at work," Qin Hao said. "If it's convenient, I can go to the performance tomorrow night."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Xiaoyun exclaimed happily, "That's wonderful! Tomorrow is the weekend, and the nightclubs are busiest. I'll quickly get people ready, hand out flyers, and invite more people to come and support us!"

Qin Hao didn't stop him. They paid so much money to hire him precisely to boost the bar's business, right? Promotion was necessary.

"Okay, it's settled then. See you tomorrow night."

"Alright! I'll be waiting for you!" Yang Xiaoyun's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement: "By the way, Ji Qiang, what time can you expect to arrive tomorrow? Our show starts at eight o'clock, if you can arrive at seven-thirty, we can go over the program first, and you can check out the stage and sound system."

"Then let's go for 7:30," Qin Hao said.

"Great! I'll wait for you at the door at 7:30 tomorrow!" Yang Xiaoyun said, then remembered something: "By the way, do you need a backing track? Or do you bring your own band?"

"I can bring my own backing track," Qin Hao said. In this day and age, most nightclub performances involve playing backing tracks and singing along; it's rare to see a live band.

"Okay! See you tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Qin Hao put the receiver back on the landline. He walked to the shelf and checked the remaining bread. There were three pineapple buns, two caterpillar buns, four cream buns, and the cake rolls were sold out. Not bad, business this morning was better than yesterday.

He was just about to go to the kitchen to bake another batch of bread when the shop door was pushed open. Qin Hao looked up and chuckled—Zhao Hailong was standing at the door, peeking inside with a guilty look on his face.

"It's not Sunday today, why are you here instead of working?" Qin Hao walked behind the cashier and picked up a rag to wipe the counter.

Zhao Hailong walked in with an awkward smile, rubbing his hands together: "I just... came to see you. Your business is getting better and better."

Qin Hao laughed and scolded, "Come on, do you think I don't know you? Sneaking out during work hours is definitely not a good thing. You've seen it all, hurry back to work, or the new factory manager will catch you red-handed and fire you."

Zhao Hailong clasped his hands together, looking distressed, and said, "My dear brother, please don't make fun of me, okay? I'm so anxious!"

"Zhang Xiaomei sent you?" Qin Hao threw the rag on the table and glared at Zhao Hailong. He could tell right away that his wife was craving cake again.

Zhao Hailong nodded sheepishly, his voice barely audible, "Well... my wife wants to eat your cakes. She said she dreamt about eating cream buns last night, and she's been talking about them ever since this morning... Your cakes are ridiculously expensive, my monthly salary is only a little over three hundred, how can I afford to eat like that..."

"You're a grown man, how can you be so afraid of your wife?" Qin Hao pushed Zhao Hailong with exasperation: "She's just a woman, can't you live without her?"

Zhao Hailong answered quite decisively, with a matter-of-fact expression: "He won't survive."

"Look at you, so pathetic! You should be taken to a sauna by Guo Dapao to broaden your horizons!" Qin Hao was speechless for a moment, but then he thought about it and realized it was no wonder Zhao Hailong was afraid of his wife. Given Zhao Hailong's physical appearance—short, ugly, his family dirt poor, his parents deceased—while Zhang Xiaomei was young and beautiful, and although she had a bad temper, in this day and age, Zhao Hailong was indeed marrying above his station.

The saying, "Poor people really shouldn't play high-end games; it will make you feel ashamed as dust," couldn't be more fitting for Zhao Hailong.

Zhao Hailong was startled and glanced nervously in the direction of Dingqing Tower. Confirming Zhang Xiaomei wasn't there, he breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Brother Qiang, don't get me into trouble. If my wife hears this, she'll tear me apart when we get home!"

"Alright, alright, get lost! Just looking at you makes me angry!" Qin Hao waved his hand, not wanting to hear his complaints anymore.

“That bread…” Zhao Hailong stared longingly at the cream buns on the shelf.

"Take it yourself! Don't try this again. If you want something to eat, let your wife get it herself! You're a grown man, always begging for her food, what kind of behavior is that!"

Zhao Hailong was overjoyed, holding the paper bag and thanking him repeatedly: "Thank you, Brother Qiang! You saved my life! You have no idea what kind of look my wife gave me when I left this morning... If I hadn't brought the cake back, I wouldn't have been able to get into the house tonight!"

"Get lost, get lost." Qin Hao waved his hand impatiently.

Zhao Hailong, clutching the cream bun, bowed and scraped as he left, nearly bumping into the door in the process.

Qin Hao watched his hurried retreating figure and shook his head. People, sometimes, really are...

Not long after Qin Hao saw Zhao Hailong off, he was about to enter the kitchen when the door was pushed open again. This time, it was Cui Guomin who came in.

"Hey, did you guys plan this all along?" Qin Hao looked at Cui Guomin: "One after another."

Choi Kookmin asked in confusion, "Who else has come here?"

"Hailong, huh?" Qin Hao said irritably. "His wife wanted to eat cake, so she told him to come to my place for free."

He couldn't help but complain, "Brother Cui, honestly, what were you and your wife thinking back then? How could you introduce Zhang Xiaomei to Hailong? Don't you know what kind of temper that girl has? With Hailong's personality, can he control her?"

Cui Guomin rolled his eyes and sat down on the stool in front of the cashier: "You think I wanted to? If Hailong hadn't knelt down and begged me, threatening to die, would I have done this matchmaking job? You don't know, back then Hailong was like a madman, running to Dingqing Tower every day just to see Zhang Xiaomei. When the girl ignored him, he was like a lost soul, not working properly and not eating."

He sighed, "Later, he was really desperate. He ran to me, knelt down, and begged me to help him reconcile. What could I do? I couldn't just watch him torture himself to death, could I? Besides, Xiaomei wasn't that... that unreasonable back then. Young girls like to dress up, and it's normal for them to have a little temper. Who knew that after they got married..."

Qin Hao thought about it and agreed. Li Xiaozhen had been Zhang Xiaomei's colleague for so many years, she couldn't possibly not know what kind of person Zhang Xiaomei was. But as Cui Guomin said, Zhang Xiaomei hadn't gone too far back then, and with Zhao Hailong's persistent pursuit, the affair went through.

It can only be said that Zhao Hailong was a toad trying to eat swan meat. Not only did he manage to eat it, but he also wanted to eat it for a lifetime. In the end, he ended up losing his life.

"Alright, let's not talk about that kid anymore." Qin Hao waved his hand. "You never come here unless you need something. So, what do you want?"

Cui Guomin scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed: "It's still about buying Mengmeng a Xiali car... You know, I promised to buy it for her when she grows taller. But I did the math, and we're still short quite a bit of money..."

"You're not here to borrow money from me, are you?" Qin Hao raised an eyebrow.

"No, that's not it." Cui Guomin quickly waved his hand: "Your business has just started, where would you get the money to lend me? Besides, I can't bring myself to ask. I was thinking... to talk to you and see if you have any reliable ways to make money, and give me some advice."

"You know what, there really is." Qin Hao pulled up a chair and sat down, saying seriously, "Take all your savings and go to Shanghai to buy stock subscription certificates. Whether you buy stocks yourself or resell them, you'll make several times the profit."

Cui Guomin shook his head immediately upon hearing this: "What you're talking about has been on TV and is reported in the newspapers every day. But as you know, that thing is in high demand in Shanghai. Even the locals can't get their hands on it, so how could someone from out of town like me possibly get a chance to snag a bargain?"

"That depends on whether you want to earn hard-earned money or quick money," Qin Hao said.

Cui Guomin became interested and leaned forward: "Of course, it's quick money! The faster the better! Who can't earn hard-earned money? Isn't working hard to earn money? Five hundred a month, how long would it take to afford a Xiali?"

Qin Hao shook his head inwardly at his eagerness. There were ways to make quick money, but most of them operated in a gray area, posing too great a risk. Moreover, given Cui Guomin's personality, once he tasted success, he could easily lose control.

"A way to make quick money..." Qin Hao paused, "You'll have to go in and ask your brother-in-law, Huo Dongfeng."

Choi Kookmin's face instantly fell: "Can you say something reliable?"

It wasn't that Qin Hao was unwilling to offer guidance, but rather that he knew Cui Guomin was too impulsive and always thought he was smarter than others, failing to understand the importance of cutting losses in time. Just like in the original owner's memories, when he later speculated on stamps, he had clear opportunities to cut his losses and exit, but instead sold his mobile phones to buy more, ultimately losing everything. Once he made quick money, his audacity would grow, and he might very well go astray.

Choi Kookmin stood up: "I didn't come here to talk to you."

He was about to leave when Qin Hao called out to him, "Wait."

Choi Kookmin stopped walking, but didn't turn around.

"I really don't know any ways to make quick money." Qin Hao walked up to him. "But Brother Cui, you're a top student from Harbin Institute of Technology, and you've been working on steel rolling technology for so many years. You must know a lot about machine tools. Now that we're reforming and opening up, many township enterprises and private enterprises are developing. Why don't you get some old machine tools, rent a factory, and start your own metal parts processing business?"

Cui Guomin paused, turned around, and his eyes slowly brightened.

"You mean you want me to go out on my own?"

Qin Hao continued, "You don't need to quit your job. Anyway, your job, although it's called an engineer's job, doesn't actually require you to be in the factory every day. You can hire a few apprentices, hire an experienced master craftsman to supervise, and then go over and give guidance when you have time. Take on some odd jobs, process some small parts, and gradually build up your skills."

Cui Guomin thought about it carefully and found it increasingly reasonable. Having worked in the machine factory for so many years, he knew many experienced workers and was familiar with procurement channels. If he were to do it himself, an old machine tool would only cost a few thousand yuan, renting a small factory would cost a few hundred yuan a month, and hiring two apprentices, paying each a little over a hundred yuan a month, wouldn't be too expensive. And processing a small part could yield a profit of thirty or forty percent, or even higher.

"Now that you mention it, it actually seems like a good idea..." Cui Guomin murmured, his displeasure vanishing and replaced by excitement and contemplation.

"Thanks, Ji Qiang!" He patted Qin Hao on the shoulder. "I'll go back and think about it some more!"

After saying that, he hurriedly pushed open the door and went straight to Dingqing Tower across the street.

Qin Hao watched his departing figure and smiled. If he could guide Cui Guomin onto the right path, it would be a great deed.

……

In the finance office of Dingqinglou, Li Xiaozhen was doing the accounts. The abacus beads clicked and clacked as she checked today's purchase orders and yesterday's sales figures one by one. Hearing hurried footsteps, she looked up and saw her husband bursting in.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Xiaozhen put down her pen and asked in confusion, "Weren't you going to chat with Ji Qiang? Why are you back so soon?"

Cui Guomin pulled up a chair and sat down, then explained Qin Hao's thoughts in one breath.

After listening, Li Xiaozhen thought about it carefully and nodded: "Yes, I think Ji Qiang makes sense. Don't look down on those who run small workshops. I've heard that many private bosses in the south can earn tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, a year with just a few machines. They earn no less than large state-owned factories."

“It’s just…” Cui Guomin scratched his head, looking troubled. “I’m afraid Dad won’t agree. You know, the old man values ​​his ‘iron rice bowl’ more than anything. If I go out on my own, even without a side job, he definitely won’t agree. Besides, there are secrets at the factory… nothing stays hidden forever, especially in a factory. Everyone was struggling to make ends meet with that meager salary, and then I turn around and become my own boss, earning more than anyone else. Won’t those people report me relentlessly?”

Li Xiaozhen frowned as well. This was indeed a problem. Getting past Old Master Cui would be difficult.

“But I promised Mengmeng I’d buy her a Xiali car, and with that meager salary, it’ll be ages before I can actually do it.” Cui Guomin gritted his teeth and decided to confront the old man.

Li Xiaozhen sighed: "Alright, then you go and talk to him. Talk to him nicely, don't argue with Dad."

“I know.” Choi Kookmin stood up, took a deep breath, and walked outside.

The result can be imagined.

Old Master Cui was reviewing the month's financial statements in his office when he heard his son's idea, and his face immediately darkened.

"What? Start your own business? Set up a small workshop?" The old man took off his reading glasses and stared at Cui Guomin: "Are you crazy? You're giving up a good job as a technician in a state-owned factory to become a self-employed individual? Do you even know what a self-employed individual is? That's something only unemployed people do out of desperation! You're a top student who graduated from Harbin Institute of Technology, a talent cultivated by the country, how can you do that kind of thing?"

“Dad, times have changed…” Cui Guomin tried to explain.

"What do you mean by 'times are different'!" The old man slammed his fist on the table. "No matter how different things are, state-owned factories still offer job security! Individual business owners might make money today, but lose everything tomorrow! Look at those individual business owners on the street, how many of them last long? Many open today and close tomorrow!"

"But Dad..."

"No buts!" the old man interrupted him. "Work hard at the factory, perform well, and you'll be promoted to senior engineer sooner, and your salary will increase, won't it?"

Before Cui Guomin could say anything more, the old man waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, that's enough. Go back to work! It's working hours now, what are you doing out here?"

And so, Cui Guomin was severely scolded by the old man and sent back to work.

It was truly bad luck. Cui Guomin returned to the machine factory in a depressed mood. As soon as he entered the workshop, he bumped into the new factory manager and Secretary Zhang. The factory manager, surnamed Wang, was a middle-aged man in his forties, with slicked-back hair, wearing a suit, and walking around the workshop with his hands behind his back. Secretary Zhang followed behind him, holding a notebook, bowing and scraping obsequiously.

"Cui Guomin!" Factory Director Chen frowned when he saw him. "It's working hours now, where have you been?"

Cui Guomin's heart skipped a beat, and he forced himself to say, "Factory Director, I... I had some things to take care of at home, so I went out for a while."

"Something came up at home?" Factory Director Chen's face darkened further. "If something came up, why didn't you ask for leave? Do you think this is your private property? You can't just come and go as you please?"

Secretary Zhang chimed in sarcastically, "Factory Director, this is Cui Guomin, our factory's engineer. He's a very busy man; you never see him at the factory. He's either participating in a karaoke competition or writing some 'ten-thousand-word letter' to give the factory his opinions."

These words were clearly sarcastic. Factory Director Chen looked Cui Guomin up and down, his eyes filled with disdain: "Oh, you're Cui Guomin. I heard you gave our factory a lot of 'valuable advice'? You even wrote a thick stack of it? What, do you think we leaders are all inferior to you, that we don't know how to manage a factory?"

Cui Guomin was seething with anger, but he couldn't let it out, so he could only lower his head and say, "Factory Director, that's not what I meant..."

"What do you mean by 'not that'?" Factory Director Chen sneered. "Let me tell you, the factory's affairs are for our leaders to handle. We don't need an engineer like you to interfere! If you're really capable, use your intelligence on your work and stop thinking about showing off all the time!"

Secretary Zhang's eyes darted around, and she whispered a few words in Factory Director Chen's ear. After listening, Factory Director Chen's face revealed a strange smile.

"By the way, I heard you're pretty good at karaoke?" Director Chen asked.

Choi Kookmin didn't understand what he meant, so he could only nod and say, "Yes..."

"That's perfect." Factory Director Chen pointed to the rest room next to the workshop: "The factory leaders are having a dinner party over there later. Come over and sing a couple of songs to liven things up."

Cui Guomin's face instantly turned bright red. He was already furious because the old man had scolded him, and now that the new factory director had humiliated him like this, his anger flared up even more.

"Alright!" Cui Guomin raised his head and looked directly at Director Chen. "It's my honor that the director wants to hear me sing. I'll definitely sing my best!"

Factory Director Chen was taken aback by his quick agreement and then waved his hand, saying, "Alright, don't be late this afternoon."

After saying that, he left with Secretary Zhang.

Choi Min-gum stood there, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

Around six o'clock in the afternoon, two tables were set up in the factory leaders' small canteen private room. Factory Director Chen sat in the main seat, with several deputy factory directors and section chiefs sitting around him. Chicken, duck, fish, and meat were laid out on the table, along with a row of wine bottles. The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter.

When Cui Guomin pushed open the door, all eyes fell on him. Among those gazes were curiosity, mockery, and disdain.

"Oh, our 'singer' is here!" Secretary Zhang stood up and said sarcastically, "Come on, sing a song for everyone!"

Factory Director Chen waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, then looked at Cui Guomin: "Little Cui, I heard you sang Cantonese songs in the competition? Come on, sing us a Cantonese song."

Standing in the middle of the private room, Cui Guomin looked at the faces that were either mocking or watching the spectacle, and the fire in his heart burned brighter and brighter.

"Alright, then I'll sing a song for you leaders."

"Iron gate, iron window, iron chains, I lean against the iron window and look out. How wonderful life is outside! When will I be able to return to my home..."

The moment Cui Guomin spoke, the private room fell silent. Everyone froze, their smiles fading. Factory Director Chen's face turned ashen with a visible speed.

"The crescent moon shines on my heart, I am in prison and I miss my mother, I regret not listening to her, and now I am a prisoner..."

Cui Guomin sang with extreme passion, his voice filled with suppressed anger and sarcasm. As he sang, he glanced at Director Chen, his eyes conveying a clear message—you asked me to sing, didn't you? Well, this is what I'll sing for you!
After the song ended, the private room was deathly silent. Everyone kept their heads down, not daring to look at Director Chen's face.

Factory Director Chen slammed his hand on the table, stood up, pointed at Cui Guomin, and trembled with anger: "You...you...good! Very good!"

He turned and left, forgetting even to take his coat. Seeing this, the other leaders quickly got up and hurriedly left as well.

Before leaving, Secretary Zhang glared fiercely at Cui Guomin, his eyes saying, "You're finished."

Cui Guomin stood there, looking at the empty private room, feeling both a sense of catharsis and an indescribable sadness.

……

That night, Cui Guomin was extremely depressed, so he dragged Liu Ye and Zhao Hailong to find Qin Hao again. The four of them drank at their usual spot—Old Wang's barbecue stall at the street corner.

"Damn it, I can't do this job anymore!" Cui Guomin took a big gulp of beer and recounted what happened that night: "That bastard factory manager was clearly trying to humiliate me! Making me sing for the leaders to entertain them? What does he take me for? An actor?"

Liu Ye sighed: "Guomin, you were too impulsive. Now look what's happened, you've really offended the factory director. How are you going to get along at the factory now?"

Zhao Hailong also looked worried: "Yeah, Brother Cui, what are we going to do now? That new factory manager doesn't look like a good guy. What if he makes things difficult for you later?"

Cui Guomin took another swig of wine, and emboldened by the alcohol, suddenly stood up, picked up the chopsticks on the table and used them as a microphone, and began to sing "Tears Behind Bars" again:
"Iron gate, iron window, iron chains, I lean against the iron window and look outside..."

He sang with great emotion, attracting the attention of guests at several nearby tables. Qin Hao frowned, wanting to tell him to stop singing, but seeing his expression, he knew it would be useless to persuade him.

As it turned out, what I feared most came to pass.

At the next table sat a group of thugs, drinking and playing drinking games. One of them, a roguish-looking man with a gold chain around his neck, grew increasingly grim as he heard Choi Kookmin's singing.

Just as Cui Guomin sang "The crescent moon shines on my heart," the man slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and walked over carrying a beer bottle.

"What kind of rubbish are you singing!" The man slammed his beer bottle on the table in front of Cui Guomin, splashing beer everywhere. "This is a restaurant, not a karaoke bar! Are you looking for trouble?"

Cui Guomin, Liu Ye, and Zhao Hailong were all taken aback by this situation. Qin Hao stood up, stepped in front of Cui Guomin, and said politely, "Brother, I'm sorry, my friend has had too much to drink..."

"If you've had too much to drink, go home and sleep!" The bald man lifted his shirt, revealing a long, gruesome scar on his stomach. "See this? This is from a fight I had. My guts were sticking out, I almost died! The doctor had to put a piece of dog's intestines back in! I just got out of jail, and today my brothers are throwing me a welcome-back party. And you're here singing 'Tears Behind Bars,' are you trying to annoy me?"

This completely stunned Cui Guomin and his two companions. The scar did look frightening, and the phrase "dog intestines" only added to the chilling atmosphere.

"Sorry, brother, I didn't know you had just come out of there..."

Cui Guomin, half sobered up, quickly grabbed the bottle to pour wine for the bald man as an apology, but the man splashed wine all over his face.

"Who the hell is your brother...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that dog intestines suddenly fly out!
He wasn't knocked away, he was kicked away!
It was Qin Hao who made the move—no, the kick!
No one saw how Qin Hao moved. They only saw Gou Changzi fall to the ground with a "bang," slide two or three meters, knock over a nearby stool, and lie there for a long time, unable to recover.

The thugs that Gou Changzi brought were stunned. When they came to their senses, they immediately erupted into chaos.

"Damn it! How dare you touch my brother!"

"Get him!"

Four or five men grabbed bottles and stools and rushed towards Qin Hao.

Upon seeing this, Cui Guomin and his two companions disregarded their fear and grabbed beer bottles to fight the group. In an instant, the barbecue stall descended into chaos, filled with the sounds of shattering bottles, shouts, and screams.

However, Choi Kookmin soon realized that he seemed to be somewhat superfluous.

Those few people were no match for Qin Hao!

Qin Hao's movements were astonishingly fast, his attacks clean and swift, one punch and one kick to take them down. The thugs looked fierce, but they were no match for Qin Hao, quickly being taken down and lying on the ground groaning in pain.

That guy with the "dog intestines" fared even worse. He had just gotten up when Qin Hao kicked him down again. He got up again, only to be kicked down again. This happened several times until he finally collapsed on the ground, unable to get up at all.

Just as Qin Hao was about to stretch his legs a bit more and teach these clueless thugs a lesson, a clear and anxious female voice rang out:

"Uncle Qiang! Uncle Cui!"

Qin Hao turned around and saw Guo Dapao's daughter, Guo Xiaoxue. The little girl, her face streaked with tears, ran breathlessly to the group, crying, "My dad... my dad's been arrested by the police! The police say my dad killed someone!"

"What?!" Everyone was stunned.

Qin Hao subconsciously looked at Cui Guomin: "Did you make Guo Dapao believe in superstition?"

Cui Guomin had drunk a bit too much. He covered his head and thought for a while: "It seems...it seems like there was something like that...Dapao said he'd been having bad luck lately, nothing was going right...I just casually suggested he find a master to break the curse..."

"You!" Qin Hao glared angrily. "I reminded you last time to stop your gossipy habit! You just keep spouting nonsense!"

"Then... what do we do now?" Cui Guomin panicked.

Qin Hao didn't have time to complain and said to Guo Xiaoxue, "Don't worry, we will do our best to get your dad out."

Guo Xiaoxue's tears kept falling, she seemed really scared. Qin Hao had no choice but to ask Cui Guomin to take her home first. Afterwards, Cui Guomin found his high school classmate in the criminal police team.

"The case is still under investigation, so it's impossible to arrange a meeting between you. Just go back and wait patiently. We won't wrong an innocent person, nor will we let a guilty person go free."

Watching his classmate's hurried departure, Cui Guomin scratched his head, wondering, "How did Guo Dapao get involved in a murder case?"

"It's all because you told him to find a master to break his bad luck. Now look what happened, he's ended up in jail. Who knows, he might be a hero again in eighteen years," Qin Hao said irritably.

"Then... what do we do now?" Cui Guomin panicked.

"The only thing we can do now is to find that master."

"But we've never seen what that master looks like. How are we supposed to find him in this vast sea of ​​people?"

Qin Hao thought for a moment: "Do you remember that your brother-in-law Huo Dongfeng used to have a younger brother named Ermei?"

"I've heard about him. Apparently, he's doing quite well now. You wouldn't be planning to...?"

"You really have to rely on these people from all walks of life to get information."

Cui Guomin was in a dilemma: "But we don't know them at all, can they help us?"

"That's where Erpang comes in."

"Erpang?" Cui Guomin hesitated for a moment, then realized, "You mean you want Erpang to talk to his dad when he visits him in prison?"

"Let's go. We've been training for this moment, and it's time for Erpang to make his mark."