Chapter 350 He is a thief
Lin Ze's words were both a reminder and a plea.
In the entire team, Yun Lanyue is an uncertain factor.
She was brought here by Mo Chenyan forcibly, and no one knew what she would do.
"Lin Ze, I know."
She also wanted to find out what was important to Mo Chenyan.
She trotted after him and walked side by side with Mo Chenyan.
"You're familiar with this place."
It was not a question but an affirmation, the result of her observation just now.
Without a guide, he walked around the town as he pleased, knowing his destination clearly.
"Um."
"Is this where you lived as a child?"
"no."
Mo Chenyan's voice was icy, "Yun Lanyue, be quiet."
He took the initiative to end the topic and forbade her to bring it up again. She shrugged and didn't care.
She looked around and found that the place was really backward.
From the moment you enter this area, you can clearly feel the progress and development of technology in the outer area, but the style here is still stuck in more than ten years ago.
The gap in backwardness is huge, even more obvious than in China.
Most of the children were skinny, with big eyes, and they looked at the newcomers timidly and secretly.
Adults expressed their disgust at their arrival, both hidden and obvious.
People here are very xenophobic.
At the end of the road, there was a group of children playing and fighting. Two of them bumped into the bodyguards in front of them while running.
They jumped away in fright, apologies in dialect, and slowly backed away.
The bodyguard touched his body, his expression changed, and he reached out to grab the child who had just bumped into him.
"Give me back my gun!"
They are thieves!
The child waved his hands and mumbled something incomprehensible.
Yun Lanyue guessed that he was denying stealing the gun.
The bodyguard repeated, "Give me back my gun!"
The children screamed and scattered, and soon the adults followed them back.
They were holding sticks and other weapons and demanded that they release the people in a threatening manner.
The bodyguard had already searched the little boy. It was cold, and he was only wrapped in a few rags to keep warm. He searched from head to toe, but there was no trace of a gun.
The atmosphere was tense for a moment.
The bodyguard's face turned grim: "Boss, my gun was stolen, he is the thief!"
Mo Chenyan naturally knew that the bodyguard would not lie. He looked at the little boy with a sharp gaze and said, "Return what you stole."
"We didn't steal anything, why should we return it to you?!"
"That's right, let the child go."
"You vicious outsiders, let them go!"
"Let him go! Let him go! Let him go!"
Adults and children were furious and shouted at the bodyguards to release the person.
Lin Ze walked quickly to his side and said, "Sir, it's best not to stay here too long. It will easily attract other people's attention."
They came here with the intention of achieving a quick resolution and solving the problem in the shortest possible time.
"And we need a local to lead the way. I haven't found any information about the plum tree you mentioned."
This matter had been discussed before they came. They needed to find someone in the town to serve as a guide to take them up the mountain.
It would not be wise to offend them at this time and attract the attention of other forces.
Yun Lanyue stood here for a while, her hands and feet feeling cold due to the cold wind.
The temperature here is lower and pure white snow can be seen everywhere.
The weather was gloomy and she had checked the forecast; it was going to snow.
She pulled the scarf around her neck. There was no point in arguing here.
That bodyguard was useless. After he lost his gun, he should have caught the thief first.
What's the point of catching him instead of waiting for him to go back and exchange the stolen goods?
"Let him go, let's go."
The bodyguard was reluctant: "But my gun..."
"Let him go. It's your fault for not keeping an eye on your things."
Mo Chenyan's eyes were as sharp as knives, and the bodyguard reluctantly let go of his hand.
The people in the town still looked at them with ill intentions and drove them out.
Mo Chenyan said in dialect: "I want to hire a guide to take me up the mountain. It costs one hundred dollars a day."
When they heard the one hundred dollars, the shouting people quieted down.
The people in the small town have few sources of income and basically rely on stealing and cheating. One hundred dollars is a huge sum of money.
The man said one hundred dollars a day, maybe it was more than one hundred.
People looked at each other for a few seconds and were all moved.
In the face of interests, everything else must take a back seat.
No one said anything, so Mo Chenyan continued to raise the price: "Two hundred dollars."
There were whispers among the crowd, but no one stepped forward to take over the task.
"Three hundred dollars."
"I do."
A middle-aged, down-and-out man in tattered clothes squeezed out from the crowd with his hand raised.
"Boss, I do."
When the people behind saw that it was him, they exclaimed and dispersed. In the blink of an eye, everyone had left.
"May I have your name?"
"Boss, I'm Lil. I grew up in this town, and I'm very familiar with the mountains behind."
Lil rubbed his hands, his eyes filled with desire for money, "Um, the reward..."
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