Mo Yi himself didn't care, after all, the money he earned was enough to spend the rest of his life just waiting to die.

But now that there are so many people working for him, we can't just watch them lose their jobs, right?

Rubbing his eyebrows, Mo Yi also put things down for the time being. Now he can only take one step at a time.

Silently destroy Zhang Bei's information and save his contact information.

This friend is worth keeping, regardless of whether he can be used in the future. For a businessman like him, having multiple friends is one more way out.

Zhang Bei naturally didn't know that someone wanted to make friends with him. At this time, he was enjoying the sunshine on the sea and reading information about Taimu Mountain on his mobile phone.

In a narrow sense, Taimu Mountain only refers to a mountain peak, but according to the local people's impression, that large area can be called the scope of Taimu Mountain.

This situation is somewhat similar to Laobai. Usually Changbai Mountain refers to the first peak, but in fact, in their minds, the entire thirteen peaks are Changbai Mountain.

In other words, if there is a mountain god in Taimu Mountain, it means that he will be the one who controls the entire mountain range like the old White Prince.

The ship docked on the coast in the evening, and Zhang Bei and Director Hu walked off the ship carrying their backpacks.

After taking a look at the current location, Zhang Bei quickly dialed the hotel's phone number.

"Mr. Zhang, what do you need?"

"I'm in Shahangang. A car will pick me up and prepare a suite."

"Okay Mr. Zhang, I'll make arrangements right now!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Bei also set his sights on the small vendors not far from the port.

Maybe most people don't have a deep impression of Fujian food, but many people must have tasted it.

The Shaxian snacks disguised by the famous intelligence agency come from Sanming City, Fujian.

Fujian is the birthplace of Fujian cuisine, one of the eight major Chinese cuisines, and Fujian snacks are the most common.

Although Zhang Bei had already finished so many sashimi at noon, he still couldn't help but walk over when he smelled the aroma coming from the stall.

Director Hu smelled the smell in the air and quickly followed Zhang Bei's footsteps.

In this hot summer day, Zhang Bei's footsteps stopped in front of a small stall that was blowing out of the air.

"Is this four-fruit soup?"

"Yes, want a bowl?"

"Two bowls!"

Before Zhang Bei could speak, Director Hu was already impatient.

"Have you eaten?"

Director Hu nodded, staring directly at the boss's movements.

"I was on a business trip in Quanzhou some time ago, and it was extremely hot that summer. I relied on this thing to relieve the heat every day."

"It tastes sweet and refreshing, cooling and detoxifying. One sip can eliminate the fatigue of the whole summer."

Zhang Bei's knowledge of this thing is limited to popular science, and this is the first time he has actually seen it.

Following Director Hu's explanation, Zhang Bei's inner expectations grew stronger.

The boss was very fast and handed over two bowls of steaming four-fruit soup in just over a minute.

Zhang Bei quickly picked up the spoon and took a big mouthful towards the innermost part.

The flavors of lotus seeds and white fungus first burst into the mouth, followed by the unique sweetness of barley.

After a while, the smell of Adazi made Zhang Bei's eyes narrow in comfort.

No wonder Director Hu is looking forward to this kind of snack so much. This refreshing bite makes Zhang Bei almost fly.

After finishing this portion of four-fruit soup, Zhang Bei's appetite was immediately aroused.

Looking around, Zhang Bei quickly zeroed in on another steaming stall.

Looking at the earthen pots neatly placed on the stove.

"Buddha jumped over the wall?"

"Yes, sir, would you like one?"

"Have two!"

Many people think that Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is from Beijing, but in fact it originated in Fujian.

Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, also known as Fu Shou Quan, is a famous specialty dish in Fuzhou City, Fujian Province and belongs to the Fujian cuisine.

According to legend, this dish was developed by Zheng Chunfa, the owner of Fuzhou Juchunyuan Restaurant, during the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty.

The boss held two earthen pots in a towel and placed them on the table nearby, and put down two sets of cutlery.

Zhang Bei took Director Hu and sat down, his eyes gleaming when he saw the golden soup Buddha jumping over the wall in front of him.

The two of them ate at the port for more than half an hour, and the hotel car was late.

Looking at the car door opened by the personal butler, Zhang Bei sat in the back seat holding a box of frozen bamboo shoots.

Director Hu held a bag of oyster omelette, stared at it for a moment and then got into the passenger seat.

In this half hour, the two of them experienced more than ten kinds of snacks.

Fujian cuisine is fresh, mellow, meaty, and not greasy, and its style makes people eat up a lot of food without even realizing it.

It wasn't until they were sitting in the car that the two of them realized that they hadn't eaten dinner yet, and their stomachs were already full from these snacks alone.

Zhang Bei stuffed the last bite of frozen bamboo shoots into his mouth, leaned back on the chair and rubbed his stomach.

Director Hu suddenly turned his head: "First tell me what animal we are going to find tomorrow?"

After many times of ridicule from Zhang Bei, this yin-yang fox finally learned to be smart.

As long as you know in advance what kind of animal you are looking for, you can prepare food to get close to!

"Low-foaming flying squirrel, let's see if we can spot the tufted deer."

"Okay, I get it."

Director Hu nodded, and was already thinking about what to buy for the little guy tonight.

The car drove all the way to the hotel. Zhang Bei ordered the personal butler what he wanted and went straight into the bathroom.

Although I am not too tired today, it is still a long day of traveling.

Coupled with the temperature here, my whole body is sticky after such a long time.

Time is like a Taoist friend who asks you to stay, it always disappears without you noticing.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the early morning of the next day, and Zhang Bei and Director Hu stood at the foot of Taimu Mountain carrying huge backpacks.

Looking at the mountain peak in front of him, Director Hu thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out what Zhang Bei was thinking.

Logically speaking, this person wants to go out for fun, so he should go visit the Five Mountains after leaving Mount Tai.

After all, this is the way normal people think.

But Taimu Mountain?

Not to mention that this place is famous, if he hadn't lived here, he might not have even known about the existence of this mountain.

Zhang Bei glanced at the confused Director Hu and turned his head silently.

Maybe it was because of the high temperature in Africa that the water in my brain was dried out, and I was quite smart when I first came back.

As a result, after living in a humid area for two days, my small brain was filled with water again.

After organizing his live broadcast equipment, Zhang Bei quickly opened the live broadcast room.

The alligator is beaten every day: [Throne, I heard that someone had a car accident in the live broadcast room yesterday?]
Chapter completed!