"Hello? Who are you? What kind of meeting do you want me to hold? Did you send the wrong message?"
A few seconds later, a familiar female voice came from the other end of the phone.
This familiar female voice said directly: "Next Wednesday, there will be an emergency joint meeting in the East District, South District, and West District..."
"Stop! Stop! Stop talking!"
"I'm having a meeting, tell me who you are? Why does it sound familiar?"
The person on the other end of the phone was stunned and said: "You are indeed a person who has reached Level 4, Xiang Kuding, you can't even recognize my voice? I..."
I slammed the phone cover shut and hung up the call! At the same time, goosebumps instantly appeared on my hands!
Puppet show! It’s the one named Xiang Juaner!
"Whose phone number?" he asked me.
My face turned pale, I was scared, and my voice was stumbling when I spoke.
"Here... boss, the puppet club came to see me again, and... they asked me to go to some kind of meeting next Wednesday."
He frowned and said, "What's going on? They haven't looked for you for a long time?"
"I do not know!"
"Boss, since I became a fourth-level Kudin, I haven't paid any money once. If they want to find it, they should have found it long ago! Is there someone stupid enough to pay it for me..."
Before I finished speaking, a man's face suddenly appeared in my mind...
"What are you talking about? What Kuding puppet? What does it mean, I don't understand." Lao Fu asked in confusion.
"It's nothing, Uncle Fu, we are joking, let's go quickly."
On this road trip, I was worried a lot. It felt like a huge mountain was suddenly pressing on my chest, making me unable to breathe.
When people face overwhelming pressure that they cannot resist, they sometimes choose to escape and just don't think about it.
This is me. I have been escaping for the past six months, and at the same time I hope that the extremely noble and aloof Ms. Zhao will forget about me, a little tomb robber, as time goes by.
Changchun will be a gathering place for strange people and weirdos. Otherwise, it would be impossible to cultivate a psychopath like Xie Qirong.
The Puppet Club is a very large MLM organization, and they know that if they want money, whoever goes will be screwed. Maybe one day, because they can't pay the money, their kidneys will be taken out and sold.
But unconsciously, and I don’t know why, I seemed to have both sides joining in.
I don’t know who to talk to for explanation. I, Xiang Yunfeng, just want to rob tombs and dig for treasures.
...
It was after one o'clock when we walked out of the woods, and the sun was too strong. Lao Fu said to find a shady place to rest and drink some water to avoid the sun. Everyone said it was okay.
At our resting place, we looked north and saw a large area of cultivated "crop land" in the distance, which seemed to be planted with something and protected.
strangeness.....
I have been in the mountains for two days, and after walking so far, I have never seen anyone planting crops.
I found the telescope and looked over there.
Soon, I saw a row of wooden huts through the telescope. Several big roosters were walking around on the roof. The protected crops were only less than half a meter high and had flowers in bloom. Many of them were in white.
Wrapped in plastic sheeting.
I couldn't recognize what it was. It wasn't corn, rice, or soybeans and sorghum.
"Let me see it quickly!"
Dou Sprout grabbed the telescope. After looking at it, he frowned and said, "I know, this kind should be... poppy flowers."
"The reason why I chose this place is because people don't come here when the birds don't poop. Yunfeng, this is a business that makes a lot of money in the mountains!"
My brows jumped. Is what Bean Sprouts said possible?
All fools know what that thing is. If it's really like what Bean Sprouts said, it's boundless as far as the eye can see, at least dozens of acres. What's the concept of dozens of acres...
But if we want to go to Dulong River, we must pass there.
I have a complicated expression on my face. I wonder how many people live in the wooden hut? What kind of people? Once they see us, will they let us pass by?
I was not afraid of ten thousand, but just in case. I asked Lao Fu if there was any other way to Dulong River. Let’s not go there, let’s go another way.
