The secretary felt that he had lost a lot of money this time.
He turned to look at the woman beside him, wanting to continue to please her.
However, the woman was disturbed and had no intention of continuing to flirt with the secretary. She just waved her hand to tell the secretary not to talk to her.
As for what she was thinking, only she herself knew.
"It's getting late, Xiaoyu, it's time for you to check in."
When Zhang Yu was enjoying watching the show, Zhao Wenzhuo patted his nephew on the shoulder and reminded him.
Zhang Yu looked at the watch on his wrist and saw that there was still a little time.
"Okay! Uncle, please wait for me. I'll go to the toilet first."
"Okay, then go ahead."
"Stop! Don't run!"
As soon as Zhang Yu stepped onto the threshold of the toilet, he witnessed a thrilling scene: a white-haired old man collapsed on the ground weakly, with a painful expression, and right next to him, a suspicious-looking man was reaching out furtively.
To the old man’s briefcase.
Zhang Yu's shout sounded like thunder, instantly breaking the tranquility around him.
The man trembled in fright at the sudden sound, his movements froze, and his briefcase fell to the ground with a crisp sound as he lost control.
He glanced back at Zhang Yu in panic, a trace of panic and entanglement flashed in his eyes, then turned around without hesitation, spread his legs, and ran towards the other exit.
Zhang Yu instinctively wanted to chase him, but after a few steps, he suddenly thought of something. While looking at the direction in which the man was escaping, he looked at the old man who fell on the ground with some embarrassment.
It didn't take a few seconds for Zhang Yu to make a decision.
He gave up chasing the man and turned around to check on the old man.
After checking it, Zhang Yu quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, nothing happened to him, he was just knocked unconscious from behind.
He took a quick look and found that there were no other injuries on the other party's body.
From the slight movement of his eyelids, Zhang Yu was sure that the old man still had some consciousness.
"Old man, old man, wake up!" Zhang Yu called loudly, gently shaking the old man's shoulders with both hands, trying to wake him up from his coma.
He didn't dare to shake too hard, because the old man was knocked unconscious after all. Who knows how hard that person's attack was, and if he was shaken too hard, something would happen.
After some unremitting efforts, the old man finally slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of confusion.
"I...what's wrong with me?" The old man's voice was weak and hoarse, and it was obvious that he had not fully recovered consciousness.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yu quickly told the old man what had just happened in a concise manner.
The old man touched his head, which was still a little confused. There was a dull pain there, as if to remind him that he had been attacked just now.
The next second, something seemed to suddenly come to mind.
He was suddenly startled, with an anxious look in his eyes, and he struggled to stand up: "Bao, where is my bag? Little comrade, have you seen my bag?"
Seeing this, Zhang Yu quickly picked up the forgotten briefcase from the side, handed it to the old man, and comforted: "Old man, don't worry, the bag is here, I brought it to you."
The old man took the bag from Zhang Yu with trembling hands, opened it carefully, and checked the documents inside one by one.
When he confirmed that all the important information was intact, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed.
However, this sudden relaxation made him feel exhausted, and his whole body collapsed on the ground involuntarily.
Zhang Yu quickly reached out to help the old man and asked with concern: "Old man, are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"
The old man waved his hands, forced himself to sit up, and showed a trace of apology on his face: "Little comrade, I'm really sorry for making you worry. The things in my bag are very important to me. I was anxious for a while and I couldn't stand still. Just now
Didn't it scare you?"
Zhang Yu smiled and shook his head, saying he didn't mind: "It's okay, old man, as long as everything is okay."
As he spoke, he kindly reminded: "I think that person just now seemed to be here for the things in your bag. Do you want me to go find the policeman for you?"
The old man nodded and glanced at Zhang Yu gratefully.
It can be seen that the contents of the bag must be very important to the old man. Even if he is paralyzed on the ground, he is holding the bag tightly with his hands.
After calming down for a while, the old man's breathing gradually stabilized and his face returned to a little rosy.
He gently rubbed his temples, as if to dispel the fright and fatigue just now.
Seeing this, Zhang Yu asked with concern: "Old man, do you have any companions? Do you need me to send you over to find them?"
The old man nodded slightly, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes, and then said slowly: "I was busy on the road today, and before I had time to eat, I suffered from hypoglycemia, so I asked my accompanying comrades to buy me some food. No.
Thinking about it, the effort of turning around is..."
Having said this, the old man couldn't help but smile bitterly. In that smile, there was both anger towards the unruly people and self-blame for his own negligence.
He knew that the information he was carrying on this trip was extremely important, so he was extra careful and always carried the information close to his body.
However, things are unpredictable, and he never expected that he would almost encounter an accident just because of a gap to go to the toilet.
It was just a hair away. If the young man in front of me hadn't gone to the toilet, his information would have been taken away.
Fortunately, the young man saw it, otherwise...
After hearing this, Zhang Yu showed a bit of annoyance on his face, and said with some pity: "It's a pity that the man ran too fast, and I couldn't catch up with him."
However, the old man seemed unusually calm. He waved his hand gently, and his eyes showed an unquestionable determination: "It doesn't matter, he can't run away!
The old man sneered in his heart, he could probably guess who did it.
He had seen many of these little tricks, but he didn't expect those people to be so bold and dare to attack him in broad daylight.
He was considered careless this time and almost capsized in the gutter.
However, those people became more and more unscrupulous and dared to attack him.
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Wait for him to go back, wait for him to go back!
It will definitely make those people walk around without food.
After Zhang Yu's eyes paused at the door of the toilet for a moment, he turned to look at the old man and suggested: "Old man, why don't we go out first?"
The old man nodded. After a short adjustment, his expression was much better than before. With Zhang Yu's help, he slowly stood up.
The moment he was about to step out of the toilet, the old man seemed to understand Zhang Yu's mind. He stopped and looked at Zhang Yu with his eyes that had experienced wind and frost but were still warm, and said quite understandingly: "Little
Comrade, do you want to go to the toilet first?"
Zhang Yu heard this, although he was a little embarrassed, but he still nodded: "Old man, please stand here for a while. I will be back soon."
A few minutes later, Zhang Yu came out of the toilet with a relaxed smile on his face. He quickly returned to the old man, carefully helped him up again, and walked step by step to the rest area of the train station.
At this time, in the rest area, Xie Zhiyuan was looking around anxiously. When he saw Zhang Yu walking towards him safe and sound, his tense nerves finally relaxed.
Then he said with some complaint: "Xiaoyu, why did it take you so long to go to the toilet? I thought something had happened to you."
Zhang Yu was about to explain, but the old man took the lead and said apologetically: "Don't blame me, little comrade. It was my old man's poor health that delayed his time."
Only then did Xie Zhiyuan notice that the old man with a weak face was being supported by his eldest nephew, and he was shocked.
Immediately, he waved his hands to express his understanding: "Old man, you are serious. Who doesn't have any difficulties when going out? It is fate that we can meet each other, and we should help each other.
After saying that, he quickly gave up his seat and let his nephew help the old man sit down slowly.
The old man seemed a little tired, so he thanked him gently and closed his eyes to rest.
Taking advantage of this gap, Xie Zhiyuan quietly approached Zhang Yu and asked in a low voice about the thrilling scene that had just happened.
Zhang Yu concisely recounted what happened. Xie Zhiyuan's brows furrowed tighter and tighter: "These people are too courageous."
How dare you hurt someone at a busy train station.
His eyes unconsciously fell on the old man, and he noticed that although the old man was dressed simply, the aura he showed in his gestures made him sure that the old man was definitely not an ordinary person.
However, Xie Zhiyuan had no intention of clinging to him. His thoughts were entirely on the safety of his nephew Zhang Yu.
"Xiaoyu, these people are acting so arrogantly, and there must be forces behind them. You ruined their plan this time, and I'm worried that they will retaliate against you."
Concern leads to chaos. If this matter happened to Xie Zhiyuan himself, he would not be worried at all.
But whenever he thought that his eldest nephew might be in danger, he became extremely anxious.
Just as the old man closed his eyes and was concentrating, a rush of footsteps broke the tranquility around him.
A tall man with an anxious face appeared in everyone's sight.
The man held two lunch boxes tightly in his hands, as if he was looking for something in a hurry.
When they came to Zhang Yu and the others, when they saw the old man, his eyes lit up and he ran towards them.
As soon as he saw the old man sitting there safe and sound, the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and his nervous expression eased a little, but then he turned to self-blame: "Mr. He, why did you come here alone? I'll come back to find you.
Not seeing you almost scared me to death!"
God knows, when he came back after buying food and couldn't find He Lao, he broke out in a cold sweat. At that moment, all kinds of possibilities came to mind.
The most likely thing is that He Lao was caught, and something unexpected happened to He Lao!
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he, a grown man, almost cried.
The old man opened his eyes gently and very calmly recounted what had just happened.
He spoke calmly, but the guard was sweating profusely, and his heart was full of remorse and regret.
He secretly blamed himself for why he went out with Mr. He without insisting on waiting until the replacement guard arranged by above arrived.
What if He Lao really had something go wrong under his protection?
The guard shuddered violently, unable to imagine the consequences.
The guard then turned his eyes to Zhang Yu, his eyes filled with gratitude.
He secretly looked at the young man, and then blurted out a series of grateful words: "Thank you, little comrade! Thank you so much. If something happened to Mr. He really happened under my nose, I..."
When he said this, he was obviously a grown man, and his voice was choked with sobs. He obviously did not dare to imagine such consequences.
Zhang Yu smiled and waved his hand, indicating that this was just a small effort and not worth mentioning.
The timely appearance of the security guards eased the tense atmosphere a lot, and Mr. He seemed to relax a lot.
He had a kind smile on his face, and his eyes that had experienced years of hardship were full of gratitude and appreciation for Zhang Yu.
"Little comrade, thanks to you today."
Mr. He's voice was gentle but powerful, and he once again expressed his heartfelt thanks to Zhang Yu.
Then, he fumbled for a pen from his coat pocket, wrote down a few numbers on a piece of paper smoothly, and handed it to Zhang Yu solemnly.
"Little comrade, I, He, can't repay you for saving your life today. Although I don't have much ability, old man, I still have some energy in some aspects.
This is my phone number. If you encounter any difficulties or troubles in the future, don’t be polite and be sure to contact me.”
The guard watched this scene quietly from the side, with a flash of envy in his eyes.
No one knows the meaning of the numbers in front of him better than him.
He looked at Zhang Yu quietly, and saw that the young man in front of him had reached the sky in one step.
Zhang Yu did not refuse. He took the piece of paper with the phone number written on it, folded it gently and put it in his pocket, but he had no intention of making the call.
"Then old man, I'll leave first."
There was a trace of reluctance in He Lao's words, but more of it was concern and expectation for the challenges Zhang Yu might face in the future.
He stood up slowly, turned around and left with the guards, leaving Zhang Yu and Xie Zhiyuan behind.
Zhang Yu looked at the two people leaving with mixed feelings in his heart.
The whistle of the train could be vaguely heard, and time was running out. Zhang Yu's thoughts were brought back to reality.
All thoughts were replaced by a sense of urgency - the train had arrived at the station, and he had not yet completed the ticket check-in procedures.
Seeing this, Xie Zhiyuan hurriedly urged: "Quick, quick, Xiaoyu, we have to hurry up!"
The two quickly gathered their emotions, quickened their pace, and sprinted towards the wicket.
Not far away, the old man stopped and watched Zhang Yu and Xie Zhiyuan disappear into the crowd.
There was both admiration and encouragement for the young people in his eyes, as well as a hint of unnoticeable worry.
Seeing this, the guard asked softly: "Mr. He, do you think that young comrade is reliable? Should we check his background?"
The guard's tone revealed caution and vigilance, and he was on guard against others.
Although he felt that Zhang Yu and Xie Zhiyuan did not seem to have any malicious intentions, he could not completely rule out the possibility that they were being used by people with ulterior motives.
However, Mr. He shook his head, his eyes were firm and profound.
He knew what the guard was thinking, but he just hugged the briefcase in his hand tightly: "No need."
He said slowly: "We will discuss these things when we go back. The most important thing for us now is to bring these things back."
The thing in his hand is very important. As long as he can take it back, it can solve the problem that has been bothering them for a long time.
