"Brother, these steamed buns from your place taste really good!"
In the village chief's rather simple steamed bun shop, the white-haired old man took a small bite of a steaming bun, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face. He couldn't help but raise his head and look straight at the village chief standing next to the steamer.
Hearing the old man's praise, the village chief could only shake his head helplessly and sigh, "Alas, what's so great about it? Not many people are willing to buy the steamed buns I make."
As he spoke, he handed towels to his son and daughter-in-law, who were busy by the steamer, so they could wipe the sweat from their brows.
The old man listened to the village chief's words with a look of suspicion, and he looked around again.
It was early morning, and sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves onto the street, filling the air with the aroma of breakfast. Logically, a delicious and affordable breakfast like steamed buns should have been in high demand.
But why is this steamed bun shop so deserted and deserted?
The old man couldn't understand why, so he approached the village chief and asked in a low voice, "Brother, is it because you haven't done a good job of publicizing this?"
Faced with the old man's series of questions, the village chief shook his head with a wry smile. He had actually been pondering this question himself, but had never been able to find the answer.
"..."
Standing to the side was a tall and thin man, who was the village chief's son.
At this moment, he kept his lips tightly closed and remained silent, but his eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and speechlessness.
He glanced at his father silently, thinking to himself, "If it weren't for you delivering steamed buns to everyone every day until everyone was tired of them, how could our business be in such a sorry state?"
However, at this moment, this problem is clearly not the most urgent; the real key is the white-haired old man in front of us.
Just now, the village chief received a text message from Zhang Rui, thus confirming the true identity of the old man in front of him—that old bastard Lin Yaodong.
Zhang Rui only told them in the text message to keep Lin Yaodong calm and not to worry about anything else. So the village chief didn't do anything extra, just kept chatting with Lin Yaodong, talking about the past and the present.
At the same time, Zhang Rui, on the other side, was staring intently at the screen in front of him, his entire world consisting of the images on the screen.
Meanwhile, Mu Liuyun and Sister Wang were sent back to Sister Wang's courtyard by Zhang Rui.
The reason for making this arrangement is simple: the surveillance system in that courtyard was the most comprehensive he had installed, providing all-round, real-time monitoring without blind spots.
However, a crucial question arises: who should be responsible for controlling Lin Yaodong, this troublesome figure?
Zhang Rui already had the answer to this problem in his heart.
Several days earlier, after Zhang Rui and Chu Yaqin met for the first time, he naturally added her as a friend and sincerely asked for her assistance.
In Zhang Rui's view, there was nothing wrong with him, as a butler of the Lin family, making a request to the eldest daughter of the Chu family.
Anyone with eyes could easily perceive Chu Yaqin's special attitude towards Mu Liuyun.
"For my brother Yun, and for the wife you cherish, spending a little money to hire a few people to help shouldn't be considered excessive, right?"
Zhang Rui thought to himself silently, while firmly believing that Chu Yaqin would agree to his request.
Sure enough, after he sent Lin Yaodong's location to Chu Yaqin, he received a response from her.
"receive."
Those two simple words made Zhang Rui burst out laughing.
"Brother Yun, you really do have a bit of a succubus vibe."
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"Xiaoyun, what are you thinking about, staring at the sky like that?"
Standing in her own yard, Sister Wang called out to Mu Liuyun, who was sitting on a small stool, with a puzzled look on her face.
However, at this moment, Mu Liuyun seemed to be immersed in her own world, and did not respond to Sister Wang's calls. She was still staring blankly at the sky, without moving.
Seeing this, Sister Wang casually moved a small stool over and gently placed it next to Mu Liuyun to sit down.
Then, she imitated Mu Liuyun, raised her head, and looked up at the sky in the direction of Mu Liuyun's gaze.
The sky was like a huge, clear blue gem, without a single impurity.
Several snow-white clouds floated leisurely in the sky, intertwining and merging with each other, gradually forming some strange shapes.
Actually, more than 20 years ago, when Sister Wang was still a child, this area was still a heavy industrial region.
The sky back then was nowhere near as blue as it is now; instead, it was often filled with thick smoke. When it snowed, in some places the snow would turn black from dust before it even reached the ground.
She makes videos every day to reminisce about that era, but if you really ask Sister Wang to go back, she still doesn't want to.
"The sky is so blue, like an endless painting."
Upon hearing this, Mu Liuyun finally turned her head stiffly, looking at Sister Wang with suspicion.
Big sister, are you going to take the postgraduate entrance exam?
These past two days, due to stress and busyness, Mu Liuyun hasn't been sleeping well at night. Especially today, he had a bad feeling, which resulted in a stiff neck. He could only tilt his head back, otherwise it would hurt terribly.
Sister Wang was naturally unaware of this, but she still wore an expression of realization.
Mu Liuyun knew that Sister Wang had entered a state of "enlightenment".
Interrupting someone's enlightenment is no different from killing their parents, so Mu Liuyun obediently remained silent.
But that ominous premonition still lingered in my heart.
Suddenly, Sister Wang, who was standing nearby, sprang into action. She ran back into her room, took out the equipment she used for live streaming, and walked up to Mu Liuyun.
"Xiaoyun, how about we do a 24-hour live stream?"
"Huh? Why bother with that? Aren't we tired enough already?"
Mu Liuyun rubbed her stiff neck and shifted her gaze from the sky to Sister Wang.
Sister Wang is looking at her face in the camera now, and her expression is clearly one of disgust. So why did she make this suggestion?
Mu Liuyun remembered that when Sister Wang returned to her hometown, she just wanted to be a small shop owner and live a carefree life where someone would collect money and she wouldn't have to worry about her phone. Now that she's filming videos and doing live streams every day, she should be exhausted.
Seeing Mu Liuyun's blank expression, Sister Wang reached out and patted his head: "I feel that Zhang Rui is not reliable enough, so I was thinking of adding another layer of security."
"If we keep broadcasting live, Lin Yaodong and that old man, Old Mo, wouldn't dare to make a move in front of tens of thousands of viewers, right?"
With such an adorable little brother, Sister Wang has to be fully prepared so that he won't get hurt in the slightest.
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