Yang Jing couldn't help but laugh at such a weird WeChat name, and he immediately agreed to add the friend.
Then Yang Jing sent a message: "Is this Uncle Yang? I am Yang Jing."
The person on the other end replied quickly, "I'm Yang Zhengyu, this is my private number, it's best not to share it with anyone else."
"Don't worry, Uncle Yang. I have a very strong sense of confidentiality. Your number will never be leaked from me."
"Then please send the photos over quickly. The old man can't wait."
Yang Jing placed the bottle on the passenger seat, and then took several photos of the bottle from various angles, especially the inscription on the bottom of the foot. Yang Jing took five or six photos in one breath.
After sending the photo, Yang Jing thought about it, then took a video of the bottle and sent it over.
After doing all this, Yang Jing had nothing to do. The fog outside was still thick and could not be dispersed. God knew when this fog would be dispersed.
This kind of foggy weather is very depressing. Even though Yang Jing had just picked up a big bargain, it was difficult for him to be happy in such weather.
Yang Jing was so bored sitting in his seat that he rummaged around in the glove box in front of the passenger seat and took out another pack of cigarettes.
Including the box of cigarettes I just gave to the old man who was the doorman, these two boxes of cigarettes were left by my father.
Yang Jing pulled out a cigarette, lit it with the cigarette lighter, took a small puff, and then choked and coughed for a long time.
Yang Jing is not a non-smoker, but he has a low addiction to smoking, and he is lucky to smoke a pack of cigarettes a year. Today, he was really bored, so he smoked a cigarette, and not only did he cough, but his head was also spinning, and he was dizzy after taking a puff of smoke.
After recovering from the shock, Yang Jing took a few more puffs before putting out the half-smoked cigarette. As soon as he put out the cigarette, the phone rang.
The call was from Mr. Yang.
"Xiao Jing, your feeling should be correct. If I am not mistaken, this bottle is likely to be counterfeited by someone, with the purpose of preventing others from discovering the true identity of the bottle. Well, this kind of situation often happens in turbulent times. I can't see your bottle with my own eyes now, so I dare not conclude that this bottle is authentic, but this bottle still gives me a very good feeling. How about this, you write down a phone number, aren't you going to Yanjing? When you arrive in Yanjing, call this number, and then take this bottle to find that person, that person can definitely give you a true answer."
Yang Jing wrote down the phone number, chatted with the old man for a while, and then hung up.
Yang Jing wanted to rush to Yanjing immediately, but the weather did not allow it. Frustrated, Yang Jing had to get off the car again with the bottle in his arms, and found a hotel across the street to rent a temporary room.
We had a simple lunch at noon, and around 1:00 p.m., the fog finally dissipated a little.
After checking out of the hotel, Yang Jing drove to the Lion City North Expressway entrance of the Beijing-Taipei Expressway. However, when he was still two kilometers away from the entrance, he saw all kinds of large trucks parked on the roadside.
Well, it's obvious that the highway hasn't been opened yet, and these big trucks are waiting.
Yang Jing turned around and drove towards National Highway 104. There were only more than 200 kilometers left, and he had to drive all the way there even if he had to take the national highway. He couldn't stay in Lion City for another night just because of the heavy fog.
National Highway 104 was not very easy to drive on. Because the expressway was closed, there were many more cars on the highway. In addition, the fog had not completely dissipated, so Yang Jing could only drive towards Yanjing at a speed of less than 60 kilometers.
When we drove along National Highway 104 to the Ring Expressway of Yanjing, it was almost five in the afternoon and it was getting dark. However, the fog in Yanjing was much smaller, at least the Ring Expressway was not closed.
At this time, Yang Jing could not drive directly into Beijing. If he wanted to drive his car with a license plate from another province into the South Sixth Ring Road, he had to apply for a Beijing entry pass. Otherwise, it would be a serious matter if he was caught by the traffic police.
There is a Beijing Entry Permit office on National Highway 104. The specific location is Fengheying where Jingfu Road and Cailang Road meet.
When Yang Jing arrived there, he waited for about twenty minutes and just managed to get his Beijing Entry Permit before the staff member went off work.
With the Beijing Entry Permit, everything was easy. Yang Jing drove along Cailang Road straight to the Capital Ring Expressway, which is the legendary Yanjing Seventh Ring Road under construction. He got on the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway at the Shaogezhuang Interchange, and then drove straight to the Fifth Ring Road.
Wang Jiazan's home is located in the Tsinghua campus of Tsinghua University, because Wang Jiazan's father is a professor of physics at Tsinghua University, and his mother is a professor of history at the neighboring Yenching University. Wang Jiazan's parents are both university professors, so his home is naturally located in the university campus.
The place where Yang Jing got on the highway was in Daxing, the southeast corner of Yanjing, while Wang Jiazan's home was in Haidian, the northwest corner of Yanjing, and the distance between the two was nearly 70 kilometers.
This was the rush hour for commuters in Yanjing, and taking the Third or Fourth Ring Road would simply be making things uncomfortable for oneself, so Yang Jing would rather take a longer detour and take the Fifth Ring Road.
It's true, compared to the congested Fourth and Third Ring Roads, although there are quite a few cars on the Fifth Ring Road, the situation is much better. At least the cars can run at a fast speed. At this point, if you are driving on the Fourth or Third Ring Road, as long as there is something wrong on the road, you just have to wait. You won't have to wait for an hour or two. This is not called a big traffic jam in the capital!
However, when Yang Jing came down from Shangqing Bridge, even with the help of navigation, he almost couldn't get down.
Shangqing Bridge is a famous soul-confusing bridge in Yanjing. Not to mention Yang Jing, a foreigner, even local people in Yanjing often get lost on this multi-story overpass.
Especially when Yang Jing drove off the auxiliary road of the Fifth Ring Road, he almost went straight to the Beijing-Tibet Expressway. Finally, he made a big turn on the overpass and got off the overpass safely. Then he walked out of this huge overpass along the auxiliary road on the west side of the G6 Expressway.
Wang Jiazan was pretty good. He was driving his Citroen on the roadside waiting for Yang Jing.
Yanjing is not like Tianqu. The roads in Tianqu have not changed for several years, but if you haven't been to Yanjing for three months, you probably won't recognize the roads.
Yang Jing had been to Wang Jiazan's house several times when he was in college, but if you asked him to drive to Wang Jiazan's house now without anyone to lead the way, Yang Jing probably wouldn't be able to find Wang Jiazan's door even if he wandered around until midnight.
The two brothers had no way to get out of the car, so they just said hello and Wang Jiazan started the car and led the way. After driving for another twenty minutes, they finally arrived at the dormitory building where Wang Jiazan lived.
After getting off the car, Yang Jing didn't even hug Wang Jiazan, he already sighed: "This damn 400 kilometers, why do I feel more tired than running 1,400 kilometers! It's really not easy to come to Yanjing..."
PS: I would like to thank “冰冷八度” for the reward of 100.
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