Dou Yazai curled his lips and said: "What the hell, it just collapsed. We didn't dig it. Could it be that you, Fengzi, still want to call the police and tell the police that there is a tunnel under Qingyang Road to remind people to pay attention when passing by?"
I said nothing with a dark face.
The next day I went to the Lanzhou Museum and looked at the Baiyi Temple in the museum courtyard. I couldn't see any traces on the ground and everything was normal.
There is no sign of the Lantian Choir in the whole of Lanzhou, and we can't hang ourselves from a tree. Based on my understanding of the boss's character, he is the kind of boss who likes to hide behind his back, and Moth Mountain is an example.
No matter who the mysterious person who sent the text message was, I thought about it and felt that the content in the text message might be true.
Trust me with your head, and I choose to trust him.
Prepare a month's worth of food and water, find a clothes shop to make thirty small white flags, and then hide them in the abandoned mine in Alxa. If you want to complete these within half a month, you must temporarily leave Lanzhou and return to Yinchuan to find a merchant.
The people borrowed camels.
Before I left, I made a phone call to Brother Gangzi.
When he heard that the three of us were going back to Yinchuan, Gangzi was uncharacteristically silent, which had never happened before.
It took several minutes before he spoke.
"Brother Yunfeng, have a nice trip."
I felt something was wrong with Gangzi's tone on the phone, but I didn't think too deeply about it.
You know, today is different from the past, the golden wind is gone, no one in Yinchuan is deliberately targeting us, and people can feel safe walking on the street.
After we returned to Yinchuan, we immediately went to the Helan Mountain Breeding Base, thinking about asking merchants for help.
I never thought that the employees of the breeding farm told me that Mr. Shang had just been discharged from the hospital two days after the operation and was still recovering at home. If I wanted to find Mr. Shang, I should go directly to his home.
"Shang Guanmin has just been discharged from hospital?"
I asked the farm employees what was going on and what kind of disease did your business manager need to have surgery for?
He whispered: "I'm telling you, don't talk nonsense when you go out. A few days ago, seven or eight people came to the breeding farm to talk to Mr. Shang about business. I saw it. None of them looked like good people. Mr. Shang
I guess I didn’t agree to them, and then I was beaten by this group of people. Mr. Shang had more than twenty stitches on his head and bled a lot.”
"What? The merchants were beaten!"
"Who did this! So brave!"
The employee said, "How did I know? I've met you before. Are you reporters? Our business manager is a good person and treats our employees very well. Please don't write random reports."
"What's the address? Where does your business manager live? I'll go see him." I asked him.
He repeatedly asked me to promise not to report the matter indiscriminately, and then he told me where the merchants lived.
Although Shang Guanmin is just a breeding farm owner, he has a considerable influence in the local business circle. He is supported by the government as a model here. They want to try to combine large-scale breeding with special tourism. The Helan Mountain Breeding Farm is regarded as an experiment.
Points are taken care of in terms of taxes, quarantine, procedures, etc.
Who dares to go to a breeding farm to beat someone with such a respectable figure? He even gave the person more than 20 stitches after being beaten!
He and I are half friends, even if we are not friends. If I want to borrow a camel to bring things into Alxa this time, I must have his signature and nod. Otherwise, where are we going to get camels to transport things?
Shang Guan lived in the Crescent Community on Yuhuangge South Street. At that time, the Crescent Community had just been built a year or two ago and was considered a wealthy area. The housing prices were comparable to those of the current Swan Lake Town and Yinji Garden.
We found out the address in the morning, and at noon we went over to see him with two boxes of Lulu. We rang the doorbell, and Shang Guanmin's wife came out and opened the door for us. His wife was a very well-educated housewife, and I called her Mrs. Fang.
Hearing that we were his husband's friends, Mrs. Fang forced a smile and took Lulu over to greet us into the house.
"Old Shang, your friend is here to see you." After entering the house, the sister-in-law called into the room.
"Who?"
Not long after, Shang Guanmin limped to the living room with crutches and gauze wrapped around the back of his head.
