Seeing that I didn't speak, Tang Zifan thought that I couldn't explain why.
She thought for a moment and then said:
"Wenshan belongs to the east of Yunnan. According to the division of Yunnan Blue Road, it belongs to the territory of Luobei. But in fact, Luobei only has a small place in Wenshan. Although he lives in Wenshan, his large places are not there.
Wenshan..."
oh?
I was a little curious and asked:
"Why?"
Tang Zifan continued:
"Wenshan is next to Vietnam, where there are many ethnic minorities. The people are tough and advocating literature and martial arts. Many people have practiced martial arts since childhood. And the most important thing is that Wenshan people love wine and have a rich wine culture. They can drink it from morning to early morning.
The drinking culture and personality factors also lead to frequent fights and violence..."
Tang Zifan paused for a moment and then said:
"Actually, large casinos were opened in Luobei in the early days, but they often caused troubles after drinking. I heard that once, a drunk man from a martial arts school lost money, and later called dozens of brothers to destroy the casino. Luobei
Although they subdued the other party later, these people wanted money and had no money, so they couldn't afford compensation, so the matter was settled. In Wenshan, this kind of thing would happen every few days. It also caused a big headache in Luobei.
Just close all the big places..."
While I was listening, Tang Zifan suddenly asked:
"On the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, have you heard of Pingyuan Street in Wenshan?"
"No! It's a street?"
Tang Zifan immediately said:
"The name sounds like a street, but it is actually a street. This is a highway traffic hub. If you take the national highway into Wenshan, you must pass through here. Do you know how many people were arrested on Pingyuan Street during the crackdown on gangs in the past few years?"
Before I could answer, Tang Zifan immediately said:
"More than 800 people were arrested just for engaging in smuggling. There were more than 2,000 smuggled cars, and more than 1,000 guns were confiscated. Everyone joked that the weapons and ammunition confiscated could equip a regiment. Think about it.
Can a place like this be so easy to open? But after that sweep, it is much more stable now..."
This kind of situation is simply impossible to hear in the mainland.
When Tang Zifan said this, I even felt like it was a fantasy.
After thinking about it, I asked again:
"Do you know if there are people who know the art of Gu?"
Tang Zifan thought for a moment and replied:
"Whether it's Gu skills or Gu sects, there must be some. But most of us have heard rumors and have never actually seen them. Are you looking for someone from the Gu sect?"
I didn't tell the truth, I just said a few vague words.
I put down the phone, thought for a moment, then turned around and told a few people:
"This time when we go to Wenshan, everyone should keep a low profile. If you can tolerate it, try not to cause trouble..."
Everyone nodded.
Only Xiaoduo looked out the car window, looking thoughtful.
After a while, she suddenly looked back at me and asked doubtfully:
"Chu Sixu, didn't you say you were studying the Gu sect last night? Why are you asking Tang Zifan now?"
One sentence made me speechless.
A wise man will make a mistake if he thinks a lot.
I never expected that one of my phone calls would actually make this girl suspicious.
Just when I didn't know how to answer, the mute's head came out of the back seat again.
He looked back and forth, his disheveled hair swaying from side to side.
Blinking his big eyes covered with gum, he stuttered and said to Xiaoduo:
"You, you, don't ask. He must have been with some girl last night. Look at his eyes, they are all red. He must have been struggling, twisting, and twisting..."
It took a lot of effort for him to finally finish these few sentences.
Before anyone else could say anything, he started laughing.
Xiaoduo stared at me dissatisfied, which made me feel embarrassed.
Just when he didn't know what to say, Mr. Hong's cell phone suddenly rang.
When he took it out and looked at it, he said to me strangely:
"I'll go get the missing person Lin Qiaoqiao's phone number..."
Lin Qiaoqiao?
This quiet and reserved girl is always looked down upon by her godfather Lin Changming.
Mr. Hong once said that he could not get in touch with Lin Qiaoqiao several times.
The fate between the two ended because of this.
Mr. Hong picked up the answer excitedly, and Lin Qiaoqiao's gentle voice came from the other side:
"Yonghong, are you still in Yundian?"
"Yes, how about you, Qiaoqiao? Are you in Lin'an?"
Lin Qiaoqiao lowered her voice and said immediately:
"I came to Yundian too, with my godfather. He just gave me his mobile phone and I called you immediately. Yonghong, can we meet this time?"
Mr. Hong was just thinking about how to arrange his time when Lin Qiaoqiao immediately said:
"Let's not talk about it for now. My godfather is here. Don't call me. I will find time to contact you..."
With that said, the other party hung up the phone.
Mr. Hong was a little absent-minded. He looked at me for a while and said:
"Why do I feel like something is wrong with her?"
Mr. Hong felt the same as me. There was an unspeakable resentment in Lin Qiaoqiao's gentle tone.
I just don’t know what I’m complaining about.
It was a bumpy ride and everyone was a little hungry.
As soon as we arrived in Wenshan, our car got off the national highway and entered the town, ready to find a restaurant.
After walking not far, I saw a small store on the street, which attracted Mr. Hong's attention.
On the plaque with peeling paint, the name of the shop is written: Wenshan Donkey Hotpot.