Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Lu Yao looked at Zhou Haiyan: "Sister, your name is Haiyan? Control your man! Why is he so violent? Why are you fighting when you have no grudge against him?"

Lei Dachun angrily said, "You broke my fingers! Damn it, and we don't even have a grudge against each other..."

Shi Mengyi turned around: "Alright, Lao Lei, stop arguing. Let's go to the hospital to get your hand checked later. I'll get you the money."

"It's not about the money!"

Lei Dachun glared angrily at Lu Yao, leaving a grudge.

Zhou Haiyan also glared angrily at Lu Yao.

When I get the chance, I will definitely avenge this humiliation!

Seeing Shi Mengyi about to take out her keys to open the office door, Lu Yao suggested:

"Since everyone's off work, don't go back to the office. Let's go to the Third Restaurant. I'll treat you to dinner."

"You're treating me?"

Shi Mengyi looked at Lu Yao with a hint of confusion, then smiled:

"Xiao Lu, I'm very grateful that you said that, but you really don't need to spend any money. Let me treat you!"

It was clear that Shi Mengyi was both happy and a little surprised.

In this day and age, when even basic needs like food and clothing are not fully met, it's not something you can just decide to do on a whim.

That takes a huge favor to invite someone to dinner!

The Shi family was a large and powerful clan, but they wouldn't dare say they ate out frequently.

So when Lu Yao said that, Shi Mengyi knew that Lu Yao was really good to her.

Whether it was out of gratitude for helping him or out of admiration for her, she had no ill intentions.

Very happy: "Then let's go."

He beckoned a female staff member over:

"Xiao Li, in a little while you'll take Section Chief Lei and Haiyan to room number 13 next to my dormitory. Tell them where to start a fire and cook; there's food in my room."

Lei Dachun was a rough man and didn't immediately realize that Shi Mengyi wanted Lu Yao and the other person to go out to eat.

He took another step forward, his voice low:

"Team Leader Shi, when I came here, the old man instructed me... not to move an inch..."

Shi Mengyi waved her hand: "It's alright, that's just how it is normally. Now that Brother Lu is here, what are you worried about? Go and get your finger fixed first. By the way, you two should formally introduce yourselves."

Then, pointing at Lu Yao, he said, "This young man is no ordinary person. He's a tiger-slaying hero from Jiangzhou, and he's received awards from higher authorities."

"Tiger hunting?"

Lei Dachun immediately thought of Wu Song.

He looked Lu Yao up and down: "Really? What did you use to hit him?"

Lu Yao smiled at him, not wanting to say anything more.

Now, if I say I used something to beat him, he'll think I'm bragging.

Shi Mengyi introduced Lu Yao with a hint of smugness, even feeling a bit of abusing Lei Dachun, as she found pleasure in torturing men.

"He wasn't just a tiger hunter; he was also a war hero, a war hero in peacetime. He once killed more than thirty remnants of Japanese imperialist forces..."

"Huh? Is it him?"

This news spread far and wide, and even people in Liaochun knew about this major event in Jiangzhou.

The Liaochun Daily also reprinted it.

"yes!"

Shi Mengyi reached out and patted Lei Dachun on the shoulder:

"So, Lao Lei, are you convinced you lost to the hero?"

Lei Dachun glared fiercely at Lu Yao:

"Hearing is believing. I'd like to have a one-on-one match with you sometime."

Lu Yao smiled and said, "Actually, I'd rather compete with my sister-in-law."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhou Haiyan.

Zhou Haiyan glared at him as well.

He rubbed his wrist, which had been twisted sorely.

Shi Mengyi laughed it off:

"Alright, we'll talk about it another day. I have something to discuss with Xiao Lu. You guys go back first."

They had the officer named Xiaoli take them to the dormitory.

Shi Mengyi told Lu Yao to drive.

Now that she doesn't have a driver and can't drive herself, she rarely uses that jeep when going back and forth.

Book lovers are all in the discussion area, chatting about the charm of urban novels.

Lu Yao drove towards the Third Hotel.

Shi Mengyi sat to the side watching him.

His eyes were very enigmatic.

It wasn't just Xiao Jian who liked Lu Yao; Shi Mengyi liked him too.

Before Xiao Jian appeared, she had a strong personality. She liked Lu Yao, but she was assertive and not subservient.

Upon arriving at the Third Hotel, Lu Yao specifically sought out a private room with a window.

There wasn't even a door to the private room; there was only a curtain to block it out.

The wooden round table inside wasn't very big; it could only hold about five or six people.

However, it's quite spacious for two people to sit together.

Let Lu Yao order the food.

Braised pork slices are a favorite dish among Northeasterners, and even in the late 1980s, it was a prestigious and delicious dish.

There's also stir-fried tofu with green peppers, which is jokingly called the number one dish in the world.

It remained the top-selling restaurant in Northeast China until the 1990s, a long and enduring success.

As living conditions improved and people became more discerning, it gradually faded from the list.

However, Lu Yao likes a sense of nostalgia, and the stir-fried dried tofu with green peppers at the Third Restaurant was quite good, made with chicken broth, so he was willing to eat it.

Shi Mengyi ordered shredded pork with sweet bean sauce.

The two of them ordered three dishes and a bottle of Jiangzhou Daqu liquor.

Once all the dishes were served, Shi Mengyi asked:

"Xiao Lu, is there something you need from me?"

"Oh, nothing much, I just wanted to ask about the trademark."

"Oh, no need to rush, I've already called them. I have a cousin who handles this, it'll be quick, in a day or two!"

Having connections in high places makes things easier.

What takes others one or two months, you can accomplish in just a few days if someone in your position helps you.

Lu Yao wasn't in a hurry for anything else, he was just afraid that if Shi Mengyi were arrested by Mei Ping one day, no one would help him.

After two drinks, Lu Yao asked Shi Mengyi:

"Team Leader Shi, you don't look well. You have such dark circles under your eyes. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Ugh!"

Shi Mengyi sighed deeply.

Actually, she had wanted to tell Lu Yao for a long time, but she hesitated because she wondered if it would be a little embarrassing to say it.

At this moment, Lu Yao couldn't help but ask:

"Don't even mention it, I saw a ghost last night!"

"What happened?"

Shi Mengyi then told me about how someone had impersonated Liang Chunlin last night.

It is also said that He Kui has appeared.

Bloody footprints were left on the ground, and she said she had framed him.

Then, after daybreak, Wang Kun from the criminal investigation team arrived and said that He Kui had committed suicide in the detention center.

At this point, Shi Mengyi said self-deprecatingly:

"To be honest, I was a little scared at the time, but then I thought, that's impossible. I'm not superstitious, so where would I find any ghosts or gods..."

Just as I was saying this, the chopsticks in my hand suddenly fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Stare wide-eyed out the window.

He was stunned for a moment.

"Team Leader Shi, what's wrong?"

"He... He Kui..."

Pointing to the window.

Lu Yao turned around to look.

A young man, with a rope around his neck and a pale face, stood outside the window looking in, his head drooping as he stared at Shi Mengyi, who was smiling.

Lu Yao thought to himself that Mei Ping had really gone to great lengths.

This is a psychological warfare tactic.

I had already told Lu Yao about this when I came.

So Lu Yao followed the usual procedure and found a single room with a window.

At this moment, he shook his head and said:

"There's no one here. Team Leader Shi, are you seeing things?"

Shi Mengyi had met He Kui last night and remembered it vividly.

Upon hearing that Lu Yao was blind and only he could see, he felt a chill run down his spine.

It wasn't completely dark outside; it was still a hazy gray. But the face was so close to the window that I could see it clearly—it was the man who called himself He Kui.