Boss Wu was dumbfounded.
He had seen people who were generous, but he had never seen anyone as generous as this. It was so generous that it was disturbing and suspicious.
Could it be that there's a new swindler in town who secretly carved a seal to impersonate bank notes and is up to some bad intentions?
Boss Wu felt that he needed to see more clearly, so he took half a step forward and raised his heels.
In the time it took him to step forward, he not only caught a glimpse of the genuine mud prints on the stack of banknotes, but also saw the woman on the couch behind the banknotes.
The woman's face was not weak, on the contrary, her eyes and eyebrows showed a bit of heroism. If she was not bedridden, she would definitely be the kind of person who could run and jump.
But for some reason, he felt that the woman looked kind, and the more he looked at her, the more he couldn't bear to leave.
Of course, I am reluctant to spend money.
"Forget it, forget it. I'll just take you to the foot of the mountain." He rubbed the fat on his waist irritably, and finally said, "But let me be frank. No one has been up that mountain for a while."
The implication of this statement was to clear himself of all charges. He was the one who had to go up the mountain to pay the money, and if anything went wrong, he, as the guide, would not bear the blame.
"That's all right. The mountain is right over there. No one else has gone up there. Maybe they're waiting for me to go up there."
Boss Wu raised his eyebrows.
I really didn't realize that such a pretty face hides such a cruel heart.
Well, it was so cold, maybe he'd give up halfway and turn back. In this day and age, is it possible for someone to freeze themselves to death?
"When do you leave?"
The young master tapped the jar of wine gently.
"Now."
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In the dead of winter, there were strong winds and heavy snow on the Gelert Plateau.
The wilderness trails were blocked by snow and wind, so we could only rely on experienced drivers to carefully identify the direction.
The sky and the earth were covered in white, and there was no way to go back or forward. The wind and snow made the journey even more boring. If you met a fellow traveler who was not talkative, the long journey would be even more difficult to endure.
Boss Wu refused to give up and insisted on talking to the man in the car.
It was also his fault that he was so proud after getting the silver notes that he wanted to tell the other party all the ridiculous things he knew, as if he wanted to tell the other party that those silver notes were worth spending.
"Sir, from whom did you hear about this Flathead Peak? Not many people know about it these days."
"I heard it from an elder."
The people in the car remained indifferent, neither asking questions nor ignoring his words.
Boss Wu didn't have high expectations and was very pleased with this reaction, so he kept the topic in suspense.
"Sir, do you know that this Flat Head Peak was not called this name in the past, but was called White Head Peak."
"Why?"
The other party only responded with two words, but Boss Wu started talking nonstop.
"The previous pavilion chief changed his name, thinking the word 'white-haired' sounded unlucky. But people here used to call it that. Sir, do you know that the city on the mountain is called Xuancheng because it was once a warm place with spring-like weather all year round?"
Outside the window, the wind and snow kept blowing. Snowflakes as big as goose feathers rolled into a ball and hung wherever they went, almost destroying the world.
The people in the car looked away, lowered their heads, held the woman's hands in their palms, and breathed into them carefully.
"I can't tell now."
The half-broken car curtain swayed in the cold wind, revealing the dim light and shadow inside the car.
Boss Wu withdrew his gaze, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn't stop talking.
"That was over a hundred years ago. The city on this plateau wasn't always so fortified. Legend has it that the wife of the 29th City Lord of the Hua family was a deity, and it was she and the City Lord who built this stone city piece by piece. Every winter with her guarding it, Xuancheng never snowed, only the dot of white on the top of the mountain, hence the name Whitehead Peak. Unfortunately, the previous emperor had her killed, and winter returned to Xuancheng, and the mountain once again became a flat-topped peak."
The carriage was silent for a moment before the young man's voice sounded again.
"I see."
This time, the answer was still brief, but clearly different from the previous one. Unfortunately, Boss Wu didn't hear anything in the middle of his boasting and interrupted with another sentence.
"Oh, by the way, if anyone on the mountain asks, don't tell me where you're from."
The young man's voice was a little low, and if you didn't listen carefully, it would almost be blown away in the wind and snow.
"Why?"
"My lord, you may not know that the people living on Baitou Peak have never been very welcoming to guests from the capital."
"Yeah?"
This was not actually a question, but a response at best, but Boss Wu responded very quickly.
"That's right! A few years ago, a nobleman from the capital came up the mountain to seek medicine, saying that his legs were broken. If he hadn't been found by a hunter looking for sheep, he would have starved to death in the mountains." At this point, he laid the groundwork a little unnaturally, "Now is not a good time to go into the mountains. The way up the mountain is very difficult to walk. The wind and snow will pick up again soon. You can't even see your feet clearly. If you are not careful, you will fall off the cliff. I also mean well. I see that you have been waiting in this inn for three days and no one is willing to take you. But we must make it clear in advance. After reaching the foot of the mountain, I am afraid you will have to walk the rest of the way by yourself..."
This may seem like a kind word of advice, but in reality, it's an attempt to distance himself from the matter. He's just an innocent guide, and he has no say in the weather, whether the person lives or dies, or whether he has good or bad weather.
The young man smiled silently, but his voice sounded more relieved than ever before.
"It doesn't matter. As long as there's a way, it will work."
The north wind howls, breaking one's heart.
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