"Grandpa, everything is ready."
Lin Jingyu responded with a smile, and then added, "There are four bedrooms on the first floor, as well as a utility room and a storage room."
The second floor has a master bedroom, three guest rooms, and a study.
The third floor is an attic, a place for drinking tea and resting, and there's also a small room where you can store some things.
Grandpa Zhang nodded. "That's good. It'll be spacious enough to accommodate guests."
The grandfather and grandson chatted as they walked around the place again.
Not long after.
Yang Shujue and Su Jingtian are back.
Knowing that the two old men were worried about them having an accident in the county town, Yang Shujue was deeply moved.
“Shujue, your assassination attempt is probably related to the things you’ve been selling on the black market lately.”
Old Master Zhang asked directly, "Think about it carefully, have you sold anything particularly special lately?"
"Something special? No, there isn't."
Yang Shujue frowned. "I've always sold daily necessities, fruits and grains, and occasionally cold medicine, fever reducers and anti-inflammatory drugs."
However, there aren't many of these things, and I've only used them two or three times, so they shouldn't attract anyone's attention.
"Shujue, do you mean you sold the medicine yesterday?"
Lin Jingyu vaguely grasped something, "Did you notice someone following you when you came back after selling the drugs?"
"Yes."
Yang Shujue nodded. "After selling some medicines, I came back. I hadn't gone far when I felt someone was watching me. No matter where I went, I couldn't shake them off."
I had a bad feeling about this; I didn't know why I was being targeted.
Fearing I would be arrested, I started running, but after only a few steps I heard gunshots from behind.
Then I was shot in the arm.
If Su Jingtian hadn't appeared just in time and shouted angrily, the other party might have fired again.
"My life is over."
"So, the reason they want to shoot you is definitely because you're selling drugs."
Grandpa Zhang said with a hint of certainty, "There is a shortage of drug resources all over the country. It seems that those people do not want to see the drug distribution market."
"real?"
Yang Shujue stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief.
I never dreamed that I would be shot and killed because I sold some common medicines such as cold medicine and anti-inflammatory drugs.
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