"You went up the mountain so early in the morning?"
"Well, I think I've finished eating all the food I stocked up for you before. I'll stock up some more for you while I have some time these few days."
"There's so much food, how can we finish it so quickly? There's also some bacon and dried meat."
"Hurry up and have breakfast. I left some porridge for you. There are also some pickles in the kitchen. I'm going to work first."
After watching Song Fuyu leave, Yan Ziyuan went to the kitchen and quickly finished his breakfast.
After washing the dishes and locking the gate, he strode to town.
He has to meet that gangster named Wang Kun. If that woman wants to join forces with him to deal with Xiao Yu, then don't blame him for sending her directly in for reform.
With the preparations from the previous mission, Yan Ziyuan found Wang Kun without any effort.
At this moment, he was sleeping soundly in a dilapidated house.
Yan Ziyuan lifted him up from the dusty kang and threw him on the ground.
"Fuck you, who are you, disturbing my sleep?"
Wang Kun opened his hazy eyes, looked up and saw the person standing upright, and immediately got up from the ground.
"You fucking..."
Before he could finish his words, Yan Ziyuan grabbed his throat.
"Can you speak? Do you want me to teach you?"
Wang Kun nodded in fear.
Yan Ziyuan let him go, and Wang Kun was so scared that he took two steps back.
“Ahem~~”
"Brother, you...you came to this little temple to look for me so early in the morning. What are you doing here?"
"I haven't done anything wrong recently, have I? I haven't offended you either."
Wang Kun kept searching for the person in front of him in his mind, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't remember who he was.
"Do you remember the young intellectual named Ye from your village?"
“I remember.”
"She's not having an affair with you, is she? Don't worry, I swear to God, there's nothing between her and me."
When Yan Ziyuan heard his words, he frowned in disgust.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"What did she say to you in the village before?"
"She wanted to pay me to spread rumors about that pretty young intellectual, but she was only willing to pay fifty cents, so I refused."
It is really not worth it to risk being beaten with a stick by the team leader for a mere fifty cents.
Although Wang Kun was a pauper, he still knew which to choose between fifty cents and a beating.
Realizing that Wang Kun was not lying, Yan Ziyuan turned around and left the shabby house.
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