The old man withdrew his eyes from the Range Rover that was drifting away, turned to the young man next to him and said, "Did you see the car that just passed by?"
"Well, the white one?"
"Do you remember the license plate number?"
"Su A5689b, Land Rover Range Rover." The Land Rover just passed by the Audi A8 for a few seconds, and the young man next to the Audi only glanced at it.
"Go check the owner of that car and get some information. Okay, Qi'an, take me back," the old man said, turned around, opened the door, and sat back in the A8.
I arrived a step late. Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is at the southern foot of Purple Mountain, and the Villa is on the north side. There is only Purple Mountain between them. But to get from one to the other, you have to go around in a big circle, from Zhongshan Mausoleum to Zijin Villa.
The car drove for half an hour. By the time the old man got off the car, the good luck from heaven had disappeared. It was impossible to find out where the good luck had fallen.
But at this moment, a white Land Rover drove out from the gate of the villa, and the two young men sitting inside caught the old man's attention. Such a young man had already entered a state of concentration. It happened that before they left the villa, the fate of heaven had just dissipated.
, can these two have nothing to do with each other?
The Audi A8 drove back to Purple Mountain Villa only a moment later. The young man driving the car was a little confused, but he didn't ask anything in the car.
In the sect, Qi'an only sees his uncle once every few years, but he is most afraid of this old man who has been away from the sect for eighteen years.
The Audi A8 returned to the south of Purple Mountain. After the car stopped at the foot of the mountain, Qi'an got out of the car and opened the back seat door. The old man got off with his hands behind his back and walked slowly up a path in Purple Mountain. The young man followed him up the mountain.
The old man and the young man walked along the winding path up the mountain for more than ten miles. The hut where the old man was before appeared again in front of them. "Zhiyah" the old man opened the door of the hut and walked in.
The furnishings in the house are very simple and simple. There is a small bed made of straw and rattan in the corner. There is an old table and two chairs in front of the bed. There are some simple cooking utensils and pots and pans in the kitchen. Other than that, there is nothing else.
Nothing else.
After the old man entered the hut, Qi'an scooped a pot of water from the bucket and put it on the stove to heat up. After the water boiled, he picked up a teacup from the table and washed it carefully, then pinched a small amount of tea from the tea can.
Put it in a cup, brew it and wash it. After washing the tea three times in total, a faint fragrance of tea floats in the thatched cottage.
Qi'an gently pushed the brewed tea to the old man's side, and sat down opposite him respectfully.
The old man and the young man were silent, and the only sounds in the room were the young man's even breathing and the old man sipping tea.
"You are much more calm than when you first went up the mountain. It seems that your master has worked hard on you." After being silent for about ten minutes, the old man spoke.
The young man who heard the old man calling Qi'an was obviously relieved: "After going up the mountain, if I made a few small mistakes, the master would throw me into the cliff at the back of the mountain and stay there for seven days. If I make the next mistake again, I will stay for ten days. The most I can do is stay there."
Half a month, and since then I haven’t made any mistakes in the past few years. The master said that my temper was almost suppressed, so he released me at the beginning of the year."
"You were originally a dragon, but your master had to turn you into a worm. His pig-headed problem cannot be corrected."
Qi'an smiled and scratched his head, changed the subject, and said: "Uncle Master, you have been guarding Mr. Sun's mausoleum in Purple Mountain for eighteen years. Master asked me to tell you that the next generation of mausoleum guardians has been here for a long time.
We were elected eight years ago, but you still haven’t returned..."
The old man picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "Are you trying to persuade me to go back to the mountain?"
"It's not persuasion, it's invitation"
The old man put down the cup, looked at the young man calmly and said: "Every year your master advises me to go back to the mountain, but do you know why I push him away every time?"
"Is it because of your relationship with Mr. Sun?" Qi'an said tentatively: "Mr. is dead, do you have a estrangement in your heart? You want to guard Mr. Sun's mausoleum to comfort his spirit in heaven."
"Yes, and no," the old man said, looking at the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum outside the thatched house: "I'm not just guarding Mr. Sun's mausoleum... Well, you don't have to persuade me anymore. I'll tell you what you have to do for me."
Once it’s done, I’ll go back to the mountain.”
Qi'an asked in disbelief: "Really? Uncle Master, what do you want to tell me?"
The old man frowned, slightly dissatisfied.
After Qi'an was suddenly startled, he said with shame: "Check that white car? Okay, okay, okay, I'll go check it out as quickly as possible."
"Okay, go ahead, go ahead. After you find out, invite someone over to me. Once invited, I will naturally return to the mountain. If you don't invite me, I will stay for another eighteen years."
Qi'an swallowed and nodded.
Before leaving, Qi'an carried two buckets and walked back and forth from Qianshan four times to fill the water tank in the thatched house. Then he picked a few vegetables from the vegetable patch, washed them and put them in the kitchen.
, and even found a bowl of rice.
An hour and a half later, Qi'an finished his work and walked to the foot of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. As he walked, he took out his cell phone and made a call.
"Check something for me. It's a white Range Rover with the license plate Su A5689b. I want to know who the owner is."
At the foot of Zhongshan Mausoleum, Qi'an answered a phone call: "The owner's name is Sun Youcai, who just picked up the new car yesterday. The name on the insurance is also the same. He is thirty-two years old and is from Guiyang. But he has no business in Nanjing and has not done anything in recent years.
Having been to Nanjing, that means this person may leave here at any time."
Ever since he was bitten by Liu Kun and was on a wanted list, Wang Kunlun always used the false identity Wang Xuanzhen got for him when he was out and about. The name of this identity was Sun Youcai.
"Find a way to find out the specific location of this Land Rover for me. I want to meet him as quickly as possible. Once I find out where he is, send me the address on my phone and I'll go there myself."
Ten minutes later, Qi'an's phone rang again: "He first appeared at Purple Mountain Villa, then returned to a hotel in the city and stayed for less than half an hour before coming out again."
"I'm asking now, who asked you to check before?" Qi'an said impatiently.
"Now..." The person on the phone was silent for a while and said, "It might be a little difficult for you to meet him."
"What do you mean? The Land Rover put on its wings and flew into the clouds?" Qi'an said with a sneer.
"Didn't fly, but two hours ago he left Nanjing and got on the Shenhai Expressway. After getting on the expressway, he took off the temporary license plate. The speed limit was over 150 and almost 200."
Qi'an, who was holding the phone, was dumbfounded. After being stunned for a full minute or two, he cursed loudly: "I have nothing to do with my fucking attentiveness, just to delay driving on the expressway for more than an hour."
Up there? You're driving so fast, are you really going to fly?"
Before going down to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, Qi'an carried a few buckets of water and picked some vegetables on the mountain, which took exactly two hours.
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