Veronica Yip blinked.

"The master leads you through the door, but the practice is up to you."

Lin Yifeng said earnestly, "I promised your grandfather, but whether you can learn anything depends on your own comprehension."

Veronica Yip blinked.

"Absolutely do not speak! You must never, ever speak!"

Veronica Yip blinked again.

call!

Lin Yifeng breathed a slight sigh of relief. He watched the foreigners come and go, and couldn't help but wipe his forehead with his hand.

What is all this nonsense?

He ripped off foreigners... Ugh.

He was making money just fine, so why did this happen?

Lin Yifeng imagined that Uncle Hat would drive him away, and he also imagined that some good-for-nothing hoodlum would ask him for money.

But he never expected to encounter this kind of thing.

Who exactly is Ye Zhanxiong?

"I really don't know this old man."

The blazing sun gradually turned yellow, and a chill began to rise.

Lin Yifeng didn't have time to think about who Ye Zhanxiong was. He yelled at the top of his lungs, "The kiln has closed down, and that bastard boss has taken..."

Ye Yuqing, standing next to Lin Yifeng, blinked.

Isn't the Jianzhan (Jian ware) seller ripping off foreigners?

Why did he shout that the bastard boss ran away with his mistress?

Is the bastard boss running away with his mistress related to swindling foreigners?

The glow of the setting sun pierced through the treetops, falling on Lin Yifeng and Ye Yuqing, making the two, dressed in white tops, look like a golden couple.

An elderly man with silver hair, wearing a Zhongshan suit, put down his military-green binoculars and hummed a tune in a good mood:

"Little Huang An, everyone is a hero."

"With the sound of the gong, four hundred and eighty thousand."