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After Xie Zhuo arrived in the city, he found a new place to park his bicycle instead of the previous place.

When walking towards Lao He, he was very careful. After all, neither eloping with his family nor fleeing with his family was in his plan.

That day, he was indeed a little panicked and didn't think about it carefully.

This morning, when he was accompanying Chen Lihua, Xu Cangsong and others in the mountains, he thought about it carefully again.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I was so flustered when I returned home that day and scared Xu Yan. I was simply inconsiderate and not steady at all.

Lao He did even more outrageous things in his previous life, but he was never caught. He can be considered to have done nothing in this life. Moreover, with his background, can he wait for someone to catch him?

I guess they would "flee with their whole family" at the slightest sign of trouble.

Xie Zhuo walked back and forth in the alley two or three times, and only after making sure that no one was following him did he head towards Lao He's house.

However, this time it took Lao He a long time to open the door, so long that Xie Zhuo began to reflect on whether he had made a mistake, and then he came over to open the door.

I wasn't surprised to see that he didn't bring anything.

"What's wrong?" Xie Zhuo asked when he saw that his face looked strange.

Lao He waved his hand at him and said, "Go inside first."

Xie Zhuo frowned and followed him into the house.

After entering the house, I found that there were about ten people standing in the small room. They didn't look like people from this place. They all had expressionless faces and were obviously martial artists.

People living in this era probably rarely see this kind of dress, and at first glance, there is something wrong.

Whose good person dresses like this?

Isn’t this the Hong Kong gangster shown in TV dramas and movies of later generations?

Xie Zhuo looked at Lao He calmly again.

He originally thought that Lao He was just a businessman, but he didn't expect that he was related to the gangs in Hong Kong City.

"Thank you, little brother, for coming."

When someone suddenly spoke, Xie Zhuo realized that Mr. Zhang was there too, but he had been sitting in the corner, so Xie Zhuo didn't see him at first sight.

"Mr. Zhang," Xie Zhuo greeted him.

Mr. Zhang stared at him for a long time, then glanced at the people standing in the room, and finally smiled, "Xie Xiaobrother is still so funny."

Xie Zhuo raised his eyebrows.

"Don't stand, sit down," Lao He walked over and patted Xie Zhuo on the shoulder.

Xie Zhuo found a chair and sat down.

"Did you come here yesterday?" asked Lao He.

"Yeah," Xie Zhuo nodded and gave a brief account of what happened yesterday, "I felt something was not right so I went home first."

"Fuck," Lao He suddenly cursed, "I fucking knew those bastards would do this. Look, you told me about the situation before."

Xie Zhuo didn't understand what he meant and turned his eyes towards Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang's face didn't look very good either.

After a long time, he suddenly turned his head and spoke a few words to the people around him in the Hong Kong language, and those people also responded in the Hong Kong language.

Xie Zhuo didn't understand. He just glanced at them and lowered his head to drink water from the cup.

When he looked up again, Mr. Zhang had finished speaking and was looking at him.

Xie Zhuo also put down his cup and went to look at him.

"Brother Xie is such a wonderful person," Mr. Zhang praised without any context.

Xie Zhuo pulled the corner of his mouth and pretended not to understand. "The older generation in our Qingping County also spoke dialect, but now basically everyone speaks Mandarin."

Mr. Zhang didn't say much and just smiled.

Then he said to Lao He in Hong Kong dialect: "Where did you find such a boy? I like him. He is sensible and doesn't talk much. Most importantly, he is steady. Even if he is surprised by something, he doesn't show it on his face."

Lao He also replied in Hong Kong dialect, "I can see you like it. You praised it last time when you took the money."

"Sixty-five thousand, without blinking an eye," said Mr. Zhang, "he is a man who can accomplish great things."

Xie Zhuo didn't know that they were talking about him. When he was about to get another glass of water, Lao He called him.

"You came here to know who that person was last time, right?" Lao He asked.

"Yeah," Xie Zhuo nodded.

"He's from Hong Kong City, too." Lao He had a look of disgust on his face. "He knew we got a hundred-year-old wild ginseng, so he wanted to come over to look for it."

Xie Zhuo finally understood now.

Seeing Xie Zhuo's expression, Lao He continued, "Don't worry, this matter won't affect you. I guess I'll see you one day and want to talk to you and ask where you dug the ginseng."

"If I come to you again, just say you didn't know. I won't reveal you to anyone else. Don't worry, you don't have to worry about my character."

"If I wasn't reassured, I wouldn't have come here today," said Xie Zhuo.

"That's right," Lao He laughed, "We have known each other for a long time. Even if there is something wrong with me, don't worry, you will be fine."

Xie Zhuo looked at him without saying anything.

After a while, he picked up the kettle on the table, poured some water into his own cup, then took another one, filled it with water, and pushed it towards Lao He.

Old He picked it up.

Xie Zhuo clinked his cup against his own and said, "Water instead of wine."

Lao He laughed a little, "Others at least use tea instead, you use water instead."

"The kettle is yours," Xie Zhuo raised his head and filled it with water.

"Okay, okay," Lao He also finished it in a few gulps.

Then he looked at Xie Zhuo again, "Why, are you getting drunk today?"

Xie Zhuo looked at him.

"Fuck," Lao He also looked at him, "Can you ever have some free time?"

"Next time," Xie Zhuo said, "There's something going on at home recently..."

"Someone is waiting, right?" Before Xie Zhuo could finish, Lao He said, and then twisted his face, "You are the only one who has a wife, right?"

"No," Xie Zhuo said helplessly, "My father-in-law and mother-in-law are here recently, so I really don't have time."

"Okay," Lao He didn't intend to force him to drink. Seeing that it was getting late, he started to talk about business.

"We don't have any this time. I have another batch of radios coming over next time. It might be a bit too much, but I think your speed is fine, so I won't look for anyone."

Xie Zhuo thought about it and nodded.

"Also," Lao He glanced at Mr. Zhang before continuing, "Are you interested in developing in Hong Kong?"

Ok?

Xie Zhuo was a little slow to react.

"With your ability, it would be a waste of your talent to stay in the mainland and farm," Lao He said. "It's different over there. The streets are full of cars, and there are TVs, movies and so on."

"If you go, you can take your wife with you. Don't worry about other things. I will take care of it for you."

Ah!

Just elope with your family!

Xu Yan's words suddenly flashed through Xie Zhuo's mind.

"Take your time to think about it," Lao He said, "There's no rush."

Xie Zhuo originally wanted to refuse outright, but after thinking it over, he decided not to say it out loud.

Although I don’t know how Lao He will send them there safely without a letter of introduction and without transferring food relations, who knows what will happen in the future.

After Xie Zhuo came out from Lao He's place, he finally put his heart at ease.

Before going home to buy meat, he went to the department store again and bought a flashlight.

There was only one flashlight at home, and it was inconvenient for Chen Lihua and Xu Cangsong to use it in their room.

When he bought the meat and arrived at the door, he happened to see Xu Yan had washed all the clothes and was about to hang them on the wire in the corner of the yard.

He walked over quickly.

"Hey," Xu Yan said before he put the meat on the table under the tree and came to help, "We've been waiting for your last dish. Dabao and Xiaobao are almost crying with hunger."

"Dabao is crying because of hunger," Dabao heard the voice and poked his little head out of the kitchen.

"Xiaobao is crying too," Xiaobao shouted.

Then the sound of Chen Lihua and Xu Cangsong laughing in the kitchen was heard.

Xie Zhuo glanced at Xu Yan and carried the meat into the kitchen.