Hu Yu, standing on the street of 21st Century Lanzhou, still had the wonderful taste of mutton soup steamed bun in his mouth.
The fat man burped comfortably.
Dressed in casual clothes and beach shorts, he glanced up and down the street.
Summer is the peak tourist season, and the tourists are all dressed very warmly!
While others were looking at the scenery, he treated others as the scenery himself.
Long before Zhang Hongcheng boarded the train to the northwest, the fat man ran to Lanzhou under the pretext of doing business.
Madam He's demands were insatiable, and he felt it necessary to lie for his own life.
Besides, he really has no motivation to continue fighting now.
It's all thanks to the good brothers who are working hard in another time and space that they bring me enough emotional value.
The fat man is more excited and attentive about what Zhang Hongcheng wants to do than about his own things.
"It's a shame that Mr. Liao didn't make it after his stroke..."
The fat man looked at the text message on his phone and couldn't help shaking his head with some regret.
As for Director Yuan, whom Zhang Hongcheng wanted to know about, he has been dead for a long time now, and even his descendants can't remember their grandfather's likes and taboos.
As for what was stored in the several logistics warehouses of the Lanzhou Construction Corps in 1974, Fatty had no idea where to start.
Back at the hotel, the fat man opened his coded suitcase.
There was an old envelope inside.
After reading Zhang Hongcheng's letter, the fat man snorted coldly.
"Let me go to Yuncheng?"
Are you looking down on me?
Do you think I can't do anything in Lanzhou?
How outrageous!
The cell phone suddenly dinged.
A text message flashed across the screen.
"Honey, I heard the wolfberries here in Lanzhou are pretty good. Do you know which one is the most famous?"
The fat man's mind is now completely focused on competing with his wife in wits and courage.
He quickly analyzed several key points from this text message.
First, it’s on this side of Lanzhou, not that side, so there’s an 80% chance that his wife has secretly followed him here!
Second, goji berries!!! Damn!
The fat man packed his luggage at an unprecedented speed and rushed into the fire escape carrying the suitcase.
This is the third floor, not very high, but he can still run.
The fat man's footsteps just disappeared.
The elevator in the corridor opened with a ding, and Xiao He walked out of the elevator with his long legs, humming a tune.
"Damn it, I want to see what on earth you are doing here."
Married men's IQ does improve.
The fat man bought a new cell phone and a phone card, turned off the location on his old cell phone, and instead of taking a plane or high-speed train, he used cash to buy a taxi and headed straight to Yuncheng, thousands of miles away.
......
Zhang Hongcheng burned the fat man's letter speechlessly.
She’s just a daughter-in-law, is she that scary?
Thinking of Chu Miaohong's beautiful appearance, Zhang Hongcheng said "tsk" in disdain. The fat man thought that he was just too weak.
The fat man also deliberately mentioned mutton soup with steamed buns in the letter. Doesn’t this seem to be a specialty snack of Lanzhou?
Damn it! Thinking about the Roujiamo and Yangroupao Mo he had eaten in his previous life, Zhang Hongcheng found that he couldn't control his saliva.
How about we go out and look for it tomorrow?
No words were spoken that night.
Zhang Hongcheng got up at around six o'clock, and it was only six forty-five when he arrived at the logistics department office building.
But the actual situation was far from what the guesthouse director said.
Director Yuan would never meet him so early.
Who would prioritize meeting creditors early in the morning?
Zhang Hongcheng stayed in the stuffy corridor until almost noon. Director Yuan was "always" busy.
Even if sometimes he heard several people in the office obviously chatting.
But asking means waiting a little longer….
I'll wait for you for a hundred and fifty seconds!
There is no point in calling back to complain. After all, even if Minister Li comes forward, he can't do anything about Director Yuan from across the world.
Zhang Hongcheng strolled out, asked a few people, and then jumped on a bus.
"Director, the people outside have left..."
The clerk in the back office took a furtive look down the corridor.
Director Yuan, who is in his forties, smiled calmly.
He is so young, but he lacks concentration.
This is their old trick for dealing with people coming from Heilongjiang Province. They delay for a few more days until the other party loses their will.
When the time comes, I can give some unimportant things to offset part of the payment, so that the local authorities can get away with it.
Although Minister Liao had agreed privately before, he didn't explicitly write it down to him.
Director Yuan guessed that the successor to the Minister of Logistics would probably not recognize this promise.
We all want to make the most of every penny, and no one has any extra money.
"It's time to get off work!"
Just as Director Yuan was about to get up, the phone on the table rang.
"Hello, yes, I'm Yuan Zhengtu, where are you from?"
"Corps Hospital?"
"What did you say? Minister Liao woke up for a while?"
"I'll be right there."
"What, fell into a coma again?"
"Oh? Did you say my name when you were awake?"
Director Yuan's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could pinch a fly to death.
The words of the hospital nurse just now made him feel anxious.
What does Minister Liao want to say to himself?
He repeatedly thought about what Minister Liao had recently told him, and finally thought of the debt owed by Heilongjiang Province.
What a headache!
If Minister Liao calms down, I will definitely suffer the consequences if I drag my feet and don't do anything. But if Minister Liao doesn't calm down, I will have to take the blame for doing this.
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