Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Grandma Yang Yuqing went out carrying two handbags. She hadn't gone far from the gate when she ran into a neighbor.

The neighbor first glanced at the two handbags she was carrying with eager eyes, then asked warmly, "Sister, where are you going?"

Grandma Yang Yuqing first curled her lips. These people are really materialistic. Before, they would always address me as "you" and "sir," but now they've become "you" and "sir." It seems that money really is a good thing.

Although I didn't really like this woman, I still had to answer her politely, after all, I had to get her to spread the word about my purpose.

She held up the two handbags in her hands and said, "I'm going to the bank. It's not good to keep so much money at home. If someone steals it, I'll feel like dying."

The neighbor said "Oh," and then looked eagerly at the two bags.

Grandma Yang Yuqing continued walking towards the bank carrying her two handbags, telling anyone who greeted her that she was going to the bank.

In a high-end residential area in Changhai County, where there are two- or three-story villas, Fu Zhenghong was sitting on the sofa watching TV in the living room of a rather exquisitely decorated three-story villa. The TV was showing highlights from the Spring Festival Gala.

Fu Zhenghong looked at Li Mo'er's delicate, fairy-like face on TV and felt a surge of passion in his heart.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Fu Zhenghong lazily got up to open it, and it was his underling who had come to deliver the message.

Upon seeing that it was Fu Zhenghong who opened the door, the underling excitedly exclaimed, "Young Master Fu, she's here! She's here!"

Fu Zhenghong frowned and snapped, "What the hell is here? Who's here? Explain yourself!"

The younger brother excitedly said, "It's Li Mo'er, the one you've been longing for, Young Master Fu!"

Fu Zhenghong's eyes widened: "Are you telling the truth? Where is it?"

The younger brother said, "She's at Yang Yuqing's house in Wafangdian. She's here to rescue Yang Yuqing!"

Fu Zhenghong nodded and said, "I'm going to change my clothes. Get a few more people to come with me to pick her up!"

"Okay," the younger brother replied and went out to find someone. About ten minutes later, another car stopped in front of Fu Zhenghong's house, with five young men wearing short sleeves and jeans sitting inside.

There was also a tape recorder in the car, which was 30 centimeters high, 60 centimeters long and 20 centimeters wide, and was playing Li Mo'er's "Walk Away in Style".

Upon hearing the car, Fu Zhenghong emerged from the small villa, dressed in a well-fitting white suit with black vertical stripes. His hair was parted in a 3/7 ratio and appeared to have been slicked back with something, making it shiny as if it had just been licked by a calf.

Once inside the car, the younger brother stepped on the gas, and the van sped off.

Half an hour later, the van arrived at Yang Yuqing's house. Fu Zhenghong got out of the van and looked at the locked gate, somewhat bewildered.

He turned to look at his underling, who was also dumbfounded. He quickly said, "Don't worry, Young Master Fu, Da Hui and the others have been watching them. They can't have escaped; they must have moved to another place."

Fu Zhenghong thought for a moment and nodded, then went back to his car to wait. Less than five minutes later, another henchman rushed over and said to Fu Zhenghong, "Young Master Fu, they're all in the hotel over there. None of them have left!"

Fu Zhenghong nodded: "Let's go pick them up."

Fu Zhenghong is a notorious playboy in Changhai County. He has dated at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight women, and none of them lasted more than three months. After he got tired of them, he would either give them some money or use his father's connections to arrange a job for them.

Those women were afraid of his father's power, and none of them dared to pester him. They all took some benefits and left in silence!

In Fu Zhenghong's heart, those women were nothing more than tools for him to vent his lust. The woman he would marry in the future would at least be someone like Yang Yuqing. Of course, if he could get Li Mo'er, then he could really settle down. Compared to Li Mo'er, the women he had dated before were like phoenixes and pheasants. Who would have a phoenix and still be thinking about those pheasants outside?

Two minutes later, two cars stopped in front of the hotel. The henchman who had just delivered the message got out of the car, went to Fu Shao's car door, opened the door, and placed his hand under the door frame to prevent Fu Shao from bumping his head.