"That's also called the underworld?" I said with a disdainful smile: "I just wanted to show him what the underworld is." I pointed to the two cars behind me in the rearview mirror and said, "Mom, I saw those two cars behind.
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"Those two cars at the back? I just remembered it after you said that. I felt strange just now. Those two cars have been following us from the door of our house. What are they doing?" My mother asked strangely.
.Just now, my mother saw the Jiefang truck in front of the house. Although I asked Guo Qing to follow it farther away, it was still very obvious.
"Haha, this is the underworld that I found for your son." I looked at my mother's confused look and said first: "Mom, don't worry, I know you are confused, I will talk to you about these things slowly in the future! I
Now I can tell you clearly that your son has not done anything illegal or unworthy of society!"
My mother nodded. She actually knew that it was impossible for her son to do anything illegal. If he did something illegal, it would be too late to hide from the police. How could he still know the police chief? Thinking of this, she felt a lot more at ease. It seemed that
Maybe the son of He Xiyuan's family can solve the matter satisfactorily this time!
After driving a few hundred meters forward, I saw Guo Qing's Buick and Hefei truck parked on the roadside not far away, waiting for me. After I passed by, I honked the horn twice.
Guo Qing followed from behind.
The further we go, the harder the road becomes. When we get off the expressway, there are bumpy dirt roads in front of us. Fortunately, I don’t want to buy the Jetta anymore. I don’t care if the chassis is scratched. Guo Qing, on the other hand, is feeling distressed in the back.
He grinned. This Buick was obtained from Yu Wenfeng. It had just traveled a few thousand kilometers and was basically a new car. Looking at the loess flying outside the window and hitting the glass, Guo Qing secretly complained in his heart.
If he had known that he was pretending to be awesome in front of the boss, he might as well have driven that broken Jinbei Bread. When Guo Qing was living in Caishikou, he bought a scrapped second-hand Jinbei Bread and spent more than a thousand yuan to deal with it.
It can be driven at once. Ever since Guo Qing drove a Buick, the Jinbei has been distributed to those guys who collect protection fees.
The big Jiefang truck in the back is so awesome that it can drive on dirt roads without fail.
Driving further, there is no dirt road anymore. I really don’t know how much money my dad paid the driver when he took a taxi, so that this kind of road can be run.
Under the command of He Xiyuan, I circled the twists and turns of the mountain road. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that there was such a backward small village near the bustling Xinjiang City!
Finally at noon, we arrived at Yanhe Village. When we entered the village, we immediately attracted the attention of the villagers. Three cars appeared in the small village at the same time. This was the first time! The villagers were surprised. What kind of day it was today.
, a car came just now, and now three more cars came.
After entering the village, we could no longer drive in, because the village was full of small dirt roads about one meter wide, which cars could not pass, and there were many chickens and geese running back and forth on the roads. We had to turn the car away.
Stopped at the entrance of the village.
"Eh? Isn't this a girl from Lao He's family?" A villager in homespun clothes pointed at us and said.
"That's true! The man just now was also looking for Lao He's family. Did Lao He's family have some powerful relatives?" said another villager holding a hoe.
"Maybe! It seems that Lao He's family is saved this time. Look at these cars, we will never be able to afford them in our lifetime!" said the villager in homespun clothes.
"Don't talk nonsense! Be careful to let the village chief hear you!" the villager holding the hoe reminded.
When the villagers in homespun clothes heard this, they immediately shut up and said no more.
I ignored them and followed He Xiyuan in a hurry toward her home.
He Xiyuan's home is a typical mud house built with yellow mud. The roof is made of plastic sheets and woven bags mixed with some straw. It is not even a tile-roofed house!
As soon as he got home, He Xiyuan ran directly into the yard. In the yard, a middle-aged woman who was busy washing vegetables raised her head and saw He Xiyuan. She immediately put down what she was doing and stood up. She looked very excited and said: "Little
Xi, are you back?"
"Mom! Is Uncle Liu here?" He Xiyuan asked anxiously, ignoring the pleasantries.
"Come here, come here! Your Uncle Liu is talking to your father in the house. I'm about to prepare some snacks. Your father hasn't been so happy for several years!" the middle-aged woman said happily but a little sad.
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If you don’t have money, I think for most people, a few dozen yuan is just the money for an Internet cafe before a meal or even a few days.
Fish people are so exhausted that they can only write tens of thousands of words a month. Calculated at 2 cents for a thousand words, it’s less than two yuan a month. Aren’t you willing to part with such a small amount of money? I think even poor students
You wouldn't be willing to pay even two yuan, right? Without income from labor, how can a fish man create with peace of mind?
Chapter completed!