Zhang Yujie didn't know if he was angry, so he yanked the car door. The door opened, but it also separated from the car body with a "snap" and fell to the ground. It seemed that the car was indeed old.
Zhang Yujie jumped out of the car, and Zhao Wusheng came down just in time. Zhang Yujie stammered: "Boss, I...I didn't mean it."
"It's okay." Zhao Wusheng waved, and I got down too. The three of us lifted the car door together, and put it up under Zhao Wusheng's command. It seemed that Zhao Wusheng was used to dealing with such problems.
I paid attention to the surroundings. The car parked next to a dilapidated private house. The house was made of blue bricks and had some common slogans in rural areas, such as "If you want to get rich, plant more trees" and "Stealing cables is punishable by ten years in prison."
"etc.
This mountain road is extremely remote, and there are no lights on it from top to bottom. It is really incredible that a house suddenly pops up. No matter who passes here, they will not think that there are still people living here. [
And this is indeed the case. The private house stands in the dark, without any popularity at all, like a lonely bunker.
I think this should be a secret stronghold of Zhao Wusheng, maybe he has something hidden in it.
Zhao Wusheng took us to the main door and knocked on the door. The door was made of wood and must have been locked from the inside.
Are there people here?! I suddenly became nervous. In this barren mountain and ridge, without water or electricity, how can the people inside live? Suddenly, countless images of savages came into my mind, plus the cold wind blew, and
Some started to tremble.
Zhang Yujie next to him looked fearless and numb. He only knew that he was following Zhao Wusheng like a walking corpse without any expression.
"Who?" There was indeed a voice inside, and it sounded like a rural dialect.
"Me." Zhao Wusheng said in a low voice.
After a while, the door opened, and an old farmer about forty years old appeared in front of us.
"Are you alone?" Zhao Wusheng asked.
"No." The old farmer continued to speak in a dialect with a thick accent: "He is still inside, looking at that person."