In the days that followed, we stayed at the Zhaowang Hotel. The group of people who left in 1988 seemed very mysterious. The beggar Liu told us that the group of people who left in 1988 seemed very mysterious. He asked us about it, and the answer he gave us roughly meant: You can join if you want.
Pay the membership fee and pay 200,000 to meet.
I think the other party is a bit snobbish. Our gang has been severely weakened since returning from Hong Kong Island. 200,000 is not a small amount of money.
He shook his head and said, "I won't feel at ease if I'm looking for a backer if they don't want money. Yunfeng, if you think about it this way, it's only tens of thousands of dollars for our lives. It's still worth it. I still have some savings, so I set aside 250,000 yuan, and 20,000 yuan."
After counting the membership fees for our visits, the remaining 50,000 yuan will be used as activity expenses."
In this way, beggar Liu acted as the intermediary. About three days later, we met with the people sent by this group of forces in a hotel.
That day, two middle-aged men wearing blue sky rescue uniforms came and met them alone. I don't know what they talked about in the room. When they left, one of them took away a black plastic bag.
After entering the room, he turned his head and said to me: "They agreed to help us for Mr. Liu's sake. News will be released soon. Changchun will know that we have an intersection with Ms. Zhao and will not be looking for us in the short term."
"
I asked in confusion: "Boss, who is that Zhao Qingwan? There is so much energy on the road."
"Ha," Tou smiled and said, "Do you know about the puppet theater in Beijing?"
"The one next to the third ring road of Anzhen Bridge?"
"Yes, that's only a small part of the Zhao family's property. In addition, I asked them to help find out about Xiaohong. They will call me as soon as there is news," ??
I was stunned and it took me a long time to come back to my senses.
If so, that person's background is too great.
Many people may not know about the Puppet Theater, but I believe many people have heard of the name Peace Hotel.
I guessed something, but I didn’t dare to ask. I just had to understand some things in my heart.
My head injury has improved a lot in the past few days, and I can basically get out of the wheelchair and walk. There is one more thing we have to do next.
Buy equipment.
Zhao Xuanxuan is young, so she doesn’t know much about many things. The things we need to buy include cyclone shovels, food, purified water, sleeping bags, flying tiger claws, fishing nets, compasses, and a lot of other things, because the place we are going to is within the Helan Mountains.
, the conditions there are harsh in the desert, and many places are not accessible to traffic, so the boss and I calculated the total and decided to buy a second-hand car with good quality for our own use.
At that time, the second-hand car market was very chaotic. It was a profit-making industry, prices were not transparent, and there were no professional third-party appraisal agencies for second-hand cars. In addition, there were relatively few buyers who really knew how to appraise the condition of the car, so most people who bought it would basically be ripped off.
For example, based on the car penetration rate at that time, the best-selling cars in the northern region were Alto, Tianjin Xiali, Hyundai Sonata, Cherokee, and Mitsubishi Cheetah. But we have many people and carry a lot of things, so we can only buy SU-style cars.
After much selection of cars, I finally decided to buy a 212 Cherokee from a local second-hand car dealer.
We bought a second-hand Cherokee from a local car dealer surnamed Liu in Handan for 48,000 yuan. The man surnamed Liu vowed: "Brothers, don't worry. Although this 212 is a little broken, it's the biggest
The advantage is that the chassis is solid and the fuel tank is large. I was introduced by acquaintances, so don’t worry, you won’t suffer any loss.”
When buying equipment, Zhao Xuanxuan wanted to express herself. She kept bargaining with the boss over the price. In the end, the boss was so angry that he blushed and cursed Xiaonizi. You're so fucked up, you won't let me live.
After settling all this, I called Qin Xingping out for dinner in the evening, and the two parties finalized the general route they would take after departure.
Departing from Handan, proceed to Shanxi, then take the national highway and take the Beijing-Lanzhou Expressway into Yinchuan, from Yinchuan to Danba County. Qin Xingping is familiar with the road conditions, and with him leading the way, we don't have to worry about taking the wrong road.
At about five o'clock in the afternoon that day, we thanked and said goodbye to the beggar Liu, and set off for Danba County in Helan Mountain.
Before leaving, the beggar Liu said to us, "It's better to be young. If I were 20 years younger, I might go with you. But now I am old. I read the newspaper every day, beg for food, and talk to my friends in the world."
Just play chess and that’s it.”
He rolled his head down the car window, cupped his fists and smiled, "Goodbye, Mr. Liu."
"Let's go," beggar Liu waved his hand.
Two days later.
"Damn it, Yunfeng, look at those clouds!" Dou Sprout was lying on the car window on the Yinchuan National Highway and yelled excitedly.
Our car was driving on a high-altitude national highway, and a spectacular sight of burning clouds appeared on the horizon in the distance.
Qin Xingping drove the car. He took a look and said with a smile: "What is this? I have also seen a mirage. There are fishermen casting nets in the sky to catch fish. The scene is spectacular and weird."
"Tch, I've seen it on the sea, what's there to brag about?" Dou Sprouts curled his lips and said, "I even rode a whale!"
"Go away, you idiot," I scolded him with a smile. "You're just bragging."
At this time, he raised his head and asked: "Old Qin, how long will it take for us to arrive?"
Qin Xingping glanced at the sky and said: "The road on the national highway is easy to walk now, but it is not easy to walk further in. In front is the boundary of Yongning County. I have a friend who works in a restaurant in Yongning. Our car also needs to refuel. At night
It's better to stay there and ask the locals for news about the Hute people."
He looked out the car window and said, "The temperature difference here is huge at night. It's not safe to set up a tent for camping. I'll just listen to your arrangements, Lao Qin."
He nodded and said yes.
There is a special local delicacy in Yongning called Nian Cui. Nian Cuisine is a Hui cuisine. The method is to put highland barley ears into a special small bag, beat them repeatedly to remove impurities and stir-fry the wheat husks in a large pot. After frying,
Take it out and grind it on a stone mill, and finally grind it into green vermicelli. Lao Qin’s friend’s surname is Wang. He is in his 50s, bald and a bit fat. He opened a small restaurant in the county town that specializes in grinding food.
Lao Wang and his wife are both local Hui people, two very enthusiastic people.
In order to help us catch the wind in the evening, Lao Wang and his wife closed the shop and cooked a table of delicious dishes, all of which were local specialties, such as braised haggis, stir-fried pork neck (maybe so called), kneaded swallow noodles, and powder soup.
Dumplings etc.
After drinking for three rounds, Lao Wang raised his glass and said: "The place is small and the hospitality is not good. Old comrade, don't dislike it."
Lao Qin also raised his wine glass and said, "We haven't seen each other for seven years. Let's not talk anymore. We were all in the wine."
Me and I also raised our glasses, clinked them together and drank it all in one gulp.
Lao Wang put down his cup, picked up a peanut and said, "I heard that you are still selling antiques. Have you made a fortune after doing this for so many years?"
Lao Qin smiled and said, "Have you made a big fortune? I have made a small fortune. Also, old comrades, do you have any legends here in Helan Mountain?"
"Legends?" Lao Wang held up his chopsticks, thought for a while, and said, "Yes, there are quite a few. It would take me three days and three nights to talk about them all. What specifically do you want to hear?"
Lao Qin filled a glass for himself and pointed to the ground with his chopsticks. In the following days, we stayed at the Zhaowang Hotel. The group of people who left the country in 1988 seemed mysterious, so he helped us ask.
, the reply from the other party roughly means: If you want to join, you can, pay the membership fee, and pay 200,000 to meet.
I think the other party is a bit snobbish. Our gang has been severely weakened since returning from Hong Kong Island. 200,000 is not a small amount of money.
He shook his head and said, "I won't feel at ease if I'm looking for a backer if they don't want money. Yunfeng, if you think about it this way, it's only tens of thousands of dollars for our lives. It's still worth it. I still have some savings, so I set aside 250,000 yuan, and 20,000 yuan."
After counting the membership fees for our visits, the remaining 50,000 yuan will be used as activity expenses."
In this way, beggar Liu acted as the intermediary. About three days later, we met with the people sent by this group of forces in a hotel.
That day, two middle-aged men wearing blue sky rescue work uniforms came and met them alone. I don’t know what they talked about in the room. When they left, one of them took away a black plastic bag. ??
After entering the room, he turned his head and said to me: "They agreed to help us for Mr. Liu's sake. News will be released soon. Changchun will know that we have an intersection with Ms. Zhao and will not be looking for us in the short term."
"
I asked in confusion: "Boss, who is that Zhao Qingwan? There is so much energy on the road."
"Ha," Tou smiled and said, "Do you know about the puppet theater in Beijing?"
"The one next to the third ring road of Anzhen Bridge?"
"Yes, that's only a very small part of the Zhao family's property. In addition, I asked them to help find out about Xiaohong. They will call me as soon as there is any news."
I was stunned and it took me a long time to come back to my senses.
If so, that person's background is too great.
Many people may not know about the Puppet Theater, but I believe many people have heard of the name Peace Hotel.
I guessed something, but I didn’t dare to ask. I just had to understand some things in my heart.
My head injury has improved a lot in the past few days, and I can basically get out of the wheelchair and walk. There is one more thing we have to do next.
Buy equipment.
Zhao Xuanxuan is young, so she doesn’t know much about many things. The things we need to buy include cyclone shovels, food, purified water, sleeping bags, flying tiger claws, fishing nets, compasses, and a lot of other things, because the place we are going to is within the Helan Mountains.
, the conditions there are harsh in the desert, and many places are not accessible to traffic, so the boss and I calculated the total and decided to buy a second-hand car with good quality for our own use.
At that time, the second-hand car market was very chaotic. It was a profit-making industry, prices were not transparent, and there were no professional third-party appraisal agencies for second-hand cars. In addition, there were relatively few buyers who really knew how to appraise the condition of the car, so most people who bought it would basically be ripped off.
For example, based on the car penetration rate at that time, the best-selling cars in the northern region were Alto, Tianjin Xiali, Hyundai Sonata, Cherokee, and Mitsubishi Cheetah. But we have many people and carry a lot of things, so we can only buy SU-style cars.
After much selection of cars, I finally decided to buy a 212 Cherokee from a local second-hand car dealer.
We bought a second-hand Cherokee from a local car dealer surnamed Liu in Handan for 48,000 yuan. The man surnamed Liu vowed: "Brothers, don't worry. Although this 212 is a little broken, it's the biggest
The advantage is that the chassis is solid and the fuel tank is large. I was introduced by acquaintances, so don’t worry, you won’t suffer any loss.”
When buying equipment, Zhao Xuanxuan wanted to express herself. She kept bargaining with the boss over the price. In the end, the boss was so angry that he blushed and cursed Xiaonizi. You're so fucked up, you won't let me live.
After settling all this, I called Qin Xingping out for dinner in the evening, and the two parties finalized the general route they would take after departure.
Departing from Handan, proceed to Shanxi, then take the national highway and take the Beijing-Lanzhou Expressway into Yinchuan, from Yinchuan to Danba County. Qin Xingping is familiar with the road conditions, and with him leading the way, we don't have to worry about taking the wrong road.
At about five o'clock in the afternoon that day, we thanked and said goodbye to the beggar Liu, and set off for Danba County in Helan Mountain.
Before leaving, the beggar Liu said to us, "It's better to be young. If I were 20 years younger, I might go with you. But now I am old. I read the newspaper every day, beg for food, and talk to my friends in the world."
Just play chess and that’s it.”
He rolled his head down the car window, cupped his fists and smiled, "Goodbye, Mr. Liu."
"Let's go," beggar Liu waved his hand.
Two days later.
"Damn it, Yunfeng, look at those clouds!" Dou Sprout was lying on the car window on the Yinchuan National Highway and yelled excitedly.
Our car was driving on a high-altitude national highway, and a spectacular sight of burning clouds appeared on the horizon in the distance.
Qin Xingping drove the car. He took a look and said with a smile: "What is this? I have also seen a mirage. There are fishermen casting nets in the sky to catch fish. The scene is spectacular and weird."
"Tch, I've seen it on the sea, what's there to brag about?" Dou Sprouts curled his lips and said, "I even rode a whale!"
"Go away, you idiot," I scolded him with a smile. "You're just bragging."
At this time, he raised his head and asked: "Old Qin, how long will it take for us to arrive?"
Qin Xingping glanced at the sky and said: "The road on the national highway is easy to walk now, but it is not easy to walk further in. In front is the boundary of Yongning County. I have a friend who works in a restaurant in Yongning. Our car also needs to refuel. At night
It's better to stay there and ask the locals for news about the Hute people."
He looked out the car window and said, "The temperature difference here is huge at night. It's not safe to set up a tent for camping. I'll just listen to your arrangements, Lao Qin."
He nodded and said yes.
There is a special local delicacy in Yongning called Nian Cui. Nian Cuisine is a Hui cuisine. The method is to put highland barley ears into a special small bag, beat them repeatedly to remove impurities and stir-fry the wheat husks in a large pot. After frying,
Take it out and grind it on a stone mill, and finally grind it into green vermicelli. Lao Qin’s friend’s surname is Wang. He is in his 50s, bald and a bit fat. He opened a small restaurant in the county town that specializes in grinding food.
Lao Wang and his wife are both local Hui people, two very enthusiastic people.
In order to help us catch the wind in the evening, Lao Wang and his wife closed the shop and cooked a table of delicious dishes, all of which were local specialties, such as braised haggis, stir-fried pork neck (maybe so called), kneaded swallow noodles, and powder soup.
Dumplings etc.
After drinking for three rounds, Lao Wang raised his glass and said: "The place is small and the hospitality is not good. Old comrade, don't dislike it."
Lao Qin also raised his wine glass and said, "We haven't seen each other for seven years. Let's not talk anymore. We were all in the wine."
Me and I also raised our glasses, clinked them together and drank it all in one gulp.
Lao Wang put down his cup, picked up a peanut and said, "I heard that you are still selling antiques. Have you made a fortune after doing this for so many years?"
Lao Qin smiled and said, "Have you made a big fortune? I have made a small fortune. Also, old comrades, do you have any legends here in Helan Mountain?"
"Legends?" Lao Wang held up his chopsticks, thought for a while, and said, "Yes, there are quite a few. It would take me three days and three nights to talk about them all. What specifically do you want to hear?"
Lao Qin filled a cup for himself and pointed to the ground with his chopsticks.