"Second brother, whatever you say is what it is." Zhang Yujie said, "You do this kind of thing that requires using your brain."
Zhou Ming thought for a while and then said: "Put some wine, not too much, so as not to arouse Honglian's suspicion. Then let's go down the mountain...it's best if other types of wine also work, otherwise we have to come back again!"
"Okay." Zhang Yujie filled the wine gourd, and the two of them went down the mountain overnight. On the way, Zhou Ming caught a lone Hong Lian subordinate and asked him to pass on a message: Be patient and Bai Wen will be released soon.
After descending from the mountain, Zhou Ming sent out a signal, and Yintang sent someone to pick them up. Honglian's people originally followed, but lost track of them again at some point, and Zhou Ming and Zhang Yujie once again disappeared from their monitoring range.
Returning to the yard where Lao Song lived in Yintang, Zhou Ming immediately ordered to buy wine. There were all kinds of wine, expensive and cheap, white wine, beer, red wine, sake, rice wine, and bought a lot. Lao Song did not ask what to use for these.
Zhou Ming didn't tell him anything. After finishing these things, he arranged an empty room for Zhang Yujie, allowing him to concentrate on practicing Drunken Boxing there.[
With the essence of Drunken Master copied from the coffin, I believe Zhang Yujie will be able to use it as he wishes soon.
After dealing with Zhang Yujie's matter, Zhou Ming didn't take a rest, and asked Lao Song again: "How is he?"
"Very cooperative." Lao Song said: "He seems to know that we won't do anything to him, so he is not nervous at all. Instead, he smiles at everyone and eats, drinks and sleeps when he should."
"Okay, I'll go meet him." After Zhou Ming finished speaking, Lao Song took him out.
As soon as he stepped out of the gate, Lao Song took out a piece of black cloth and said: "Master, I'm very sorry. Even you can't know where Bai Wen is hiding because it involves the tracking of our hidden secretary in the hidden hall."
"It should be." Zhou Ming did not feel disrespected. He took the black cloth and covered his eyes.
Lao Song glanced at Zhou Ming. He originally thought that he would have to waste more words, but he didn't expect that it would go so smoothly. Naturally, he admired and admired the young hall master even more. However, he was not someone who could express his emotions.
He didn't say anything, but took Zhou Ming directly on the road.
Zhou Ming felt like he was sitting on a human-powered tricycle, and there were curtains all around. The road was sometimes bumpy, sometimes smooth, sometimes filled with the hustle and bustle of the night market, sometimes filled with the smell of seafood, and sometimes quiet.