Crossing 1992: Contracting a barren mountain and becoming a huge demolition household

Even though the shop owner looked nonchalant, he was heartbroken.

He bought this car from someone for only fifty. Wouldn't it be like working for nothing if he sold it for sixty?

Ye Ke decided to quit while he was ahead, "Okay, sixty then."

After all, she spent ninety on it last time she bought it?

On the way back, Lin Shuwan said indignantly, "It's obviously your car, and you still have to spend money to buy it!"

Ye Ke consoled him, "Alright! Isn't this already a low price? Otherwise, how could you buy a bicycle for 60 yuan?"

Besides, the boss did nothing wrong. His shop is a used car store. He can't refuse someone who comes to do business, right?

Even if the boss can see that the things in that person's hand are of illegal origin, so what?

You can't give up making money just for Ye Ke, a stranger with whom you've only done business once, right?

"The store owner is quite kind." Ye Ke commented. At least she got a fair price this time.

Ye Ke didn't have the contact information in Beijing, but fortunately Ye Anping was there to help him find out.

"Professor Chen and his colleagues were lucky. They were the first to arrive at the hospital and were immediately scheduled for surgery. They are now in the observation period."

Ye Ke was relieved when he heard the news. Although it was bad news for the patients who did not arrive in time, there was only one kidney source, and Ye Ke certainly hoped that the people around him could be saved.

After getting the new old car, Ye Ke no longer dared to treat it casually, but parked it and locked it obediently.

I didn't expect that such a shabby car could still attract other people's attention.

As soon as Ye Ke saw the car after class again, he found that it had been moved.

She was in a hurry to go to class, and although she parked the car in a hurry, she vaguely remembered that she parked the car next to the flower bed. To be honest, she even crushed a small flower at that time.

But at this moment, the car was two foot widths away from the flower bed, and all the flattened flowers were exposed.

The car had obviously been pushed.

Not sure if she was too sensitive, Ye Ke even felt like someone was peeking at her.

She slowly unlocked the car and pushed it out as if nothing had happened. Just as she stepped on the pedal, she suddenly looked in the direction of her sight.

She saw a little boy looking at her quietly, and he even shuddered in fear when she looked at him.

Ye Ke tilted his head and looked at him curiously without saying anything.

So did the little boy.

The two of them just stared at each other quietly, no one spoke, no one moved.

Although it was wrong to make such casual assumptions about others, a sentence inexplicably flashed through Ye Ke's mind - "Criminals often like to return to the crime scene again."

Ye Ke stared at the little boy closely and rode his bike slowly towards him.

The little boy seemed to react, his eyes shrank, and he turned around and was about to run.

Ye Ke immediately called out to him, "I've memorized your face. If you run away again, I'll report you to the police."

Sure enough, the little boy stopped and didn't dare to run anymore.

But he still had his back to Ye Ke and didn't dare to turn around.

Ye Ke rode his bike up to him, squeezed the brakes, put his right foot on the ground, and asked the little boy, "What? Stealing once wasn't enough, you're stealing a second time?"

Ye Ke looked extremely confident when she spoke, but in fact she was not that confident in her heart. She just wanted to lie.

The reason why the person in front of him was called a little boy was because he was visibly small, only about twelve or thirteen years old, and his height was only as high as Ye Ke's chest.

Children just can't stand being tricked. Ye Ke's casual guess scared the little boy so much that his eyes became vacant. He clenched his hands nervously and twisted his pants back and forth.

Ye Ke continued to press, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll take you to the police station."

As she spoke, she placed her hands on her cheeks, her fingers bent and spread out, making a threatening face: "The police are very smart. They'll find out everything once they ask. Then they'll arrest you and put you in jail!"