When Zhong Yue got up in the morning, he checked the situation in Taolin, put the steamed buns and bacon made by Zhang Laifu last night into his schoolbag, stuffed a few bags of instant noodles, and prepared to go up the mountain.

After the door was locked, a piece of burly paper was pasted on the door.

"Go into the mountain to thank the guests."

After he prepared everything, he took a deep breath. This time he went up the mountain to appreciate the various aspects of nature.

Life always has some changes.

However, until he went out, he forgot the phone that was charging in the corner. The phone flashed all night, but Zhong Yue forgot the phone he bought with money.

Zhao Zhimin was so angry that he paced back and forth. Li Deming and the old man in Tang suit were sitting beside him, drinking tea slowly. The man with gold-rimmed glasses looked as if he was ashen and angry.

"This guy has his phone turned on, but he just doesn't answer the phone!"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses took out a photo from the file bag, "Look, is this person?"

"Yes, it's him." Li Deming looked at the photo in his hand. Although he looked a little immature, his facial features were comparable, just like the young man who sold the seals.

The old man in Tang suit leaned on his stick with his hands, "Ye An, since he knows the address, he will not wait any longer. Let's go to the door to pay homage to this young Master Zhong. By the way, Mr. Li, I'll ask you about the seal."

Li Deming nodded, "The photo is a bit blurry, but I try my best to imitate what you need."

"Don't be polite about the money."

"If there is nowhere, Mr. Ouyang will be polite."

The old man put on his hat and bowed, "Then we will have a date later."

"Sing people, send off guests."

That night, Zhao Zhimin, who was dialing hundreds of phone calls, was so quick that he was cramping, and looked at Old Man Ouyang with some guilt and smiled embarrassedly, "I don't know if my brain is cramped or my ears are deaf, so I don't answer the phone!"

Ye An, wearing golden glasses, looked at Zhao Zhimin coldly, "If it weren't for you, I'd found Zhong Yue yesterday."

"Who knew that this kid turned off the phone halfway!" Zhao Zhimin looked furious. This made him so hard that he had been busy for the past few days. His originally quiet life was disrupted by this mysterious old man Ouyang.

"Yimin, okay, don't complain, it's up to man."

"Goodbye." Old Man Ouyang turned around and left.

...

...

Zhong Yue hiked up the mountain, looked at the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, and threw away the calligraphy in his heart.

Sometimes the more you hold on to something, the harder you can do it.

The green mountains are towering, and the little lotus mountain is lush and green. Zhong Yue's back is sweating slightly, and he sits on the huge rock to drink water and rest. The mist in the mountains has not dissipated, and Zhong Yue's body is wet. He looks into the distance and asks himself what the life he wants.

He had never thought about this question before. He just had a rough goal when he entered the university - to graduate and then find a job, just like the most ordinary working class.

Destiny is always unpredictable, and he doesn't know that it would be like this way to return to Xiaohe Mountain now.

Calligraphy, pen making, yashe, ink refining, these things have never been thought of in his compulsory education of "ten years of hard work", but now, he feels that he is slowly falling in love with such a life.

The times are developing rapidly, but people's minds have become impetuous and restless in this prosperous era. Those with rich food, drinks, and entertainment, while those with no money think about making money, are confused, hesitant, and go with the flow. In this era, ideals need to stay away from the hustle and bustle to gain inner peace.

Zhong Yue took a deep breath, "I'm here..."

He got up, walked slowly, and continued up the mountain.

However, just one hour after Zhong Yue went up the mountain, Daping Township caused a sensation!

A convoy of more than a dozen cars was parked neatly in the peach forest. Old man Ouyang stood in front of the gate, squinted his eyes, and looked at the piece of rough paper.

"Walking into the mountains to thank guests, this Mr. Zhong is really an hidden master."

Wang Dashan, who had arrived after hearing the news, was about to come over, but was blocked by two burly men.

"What are you doing? I am the head of Daping Township. What are you doing?"

Old Man Ouyang turned around and waved to the bodyguard.

When Wang Dashan saw this scene, he tidied up his clothes, "Is it..."

"I'll come to find Mr. Zhong."

"Oh... Lao Zhong died last year, Lao Zhong died ten years ago." Wang Dashan was relieved when he heard this. Yesterday, he heard that Zhong Yue owed usury loans, and he thought these people were here to collect debts.

Old Man Ouyang frowned, "Diet? Oh, I think you misunderstood. I'm looking for a very young Mr. Zhong."

Wang Dashan felt a little sad, but he was still here to collect debts!

"You... look for Zhong Yue?"

Old Man Ouyang nodded, "Do you know when he will be back?"

Wang Dashan had already scolded Zhong Yue ten thousand times in his heart. This damn boy, if he doesn't study well, his scholars will borrow usury, and he will be able to make a fortune!

"How much did he borrow?"

"What's the meaning?"

Wang Dashan sighed, it seemed that the number was huge, "I mean, Zhong Yue, how much money do you owe you? This child is in a miserable life. My mother left the father and son and ran away. His father passed away last year. Look, can this house and this peach forest pay off the debt? If it is not enough, I have no choice."

Ye An walked forward and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I think you may have misunderstood. Our chairman came over to ask Mr. Zhong for his work, not to come to collect debts, so where is Mr. Zhong? Please tell us."

Do business? He can do some football business.

"I'll just leave what Ayue can do to help you. I'll help you."

Old Man Ouyang frowned, "You'd better tell us where he went."

Wang Dashan was stunned, "Isn't this written? I've entered the mountain."

"Chairman, why don't you go back first, I'll wait here. When Mr. Zhong has news, I will notify you."

Wang Dashan, who was beside him, felt a little nervous, Chairman? Whose big shot is this? He was so nimble and smiled immediately: "If the old man doesn't dislike him, go to the village guesthouse to sit. I guess Ayue will be back in the afternoon."

Old Man Ouyang thought for a moment and frowned and said, "I won't go back and forth, I'll wait. Then I'll bother Township Chief Wang."

"Where is, the old man is too polite." Wang Dashan smiled flatteringly.

The convoy drove towards the village guesthouse in a mighty manner.

Wang Dashan hasn't been in a high-end car for a long time. He touched the soft leather seat and said happily: "Your boss is doing a big business. This Wuling Hongguang is really grand."

The driver smiled coldly, "Dirty hat, Wuling Hongguang? This is Auston Martin!"

However, in order to cater to Wang Dashan's ignorance, he could only smile and say, "Yes, this Wuling Hongguang has been transformed."

"Tsk tsk, it costs about one hundred thousand, a good car, a good car."
Chapter completed!