We didn't lock it, we just closed it tightly. We didn't expect anyone to come here, and it was too late to run away.

"well?"

"Boy, what are you doing?"

When I saw someone coming, I told myself not to panic.

"Mr.

Mr. Xing was still wearing the starched military coat and holding a black plastic bag in his hand.

He pushed the door open and entered the abandoned warehouse. After looking at it, he shouted loudly: "What the hell is going on! This place was fine last month!"

"Boy! Who asked you to do this?"

I made up an excuse casually. I said that I knew the foreman who worked in the Southern District, and I was working as a casual worker. I wanted to make some money a few years ago.

"Fuck it!"

"Last time I saw you, didn't you know Old Man Bai's granddaughter?"

"Why do you want to make money by hooking up with her? Do you know what this is called? This is called hanging out with a rich woman."

I smiled and didn't reply, and threw the trowel I used to apply cement aside.

Seeing that I got to know the old man who suddenly barged in, Brother Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stop it and sit down for a while."

Looking for something to cushion himself on, Mr. Xing sat cross-legged on the ground and unwrapped the plastic bag.

I saw that there was roast chicken wrapped in butter paper and half a bottle of white wine in the bag.

Invite Brother Yu to sit down.

Mr. Xing took out a sharp knife from the pocket of his military coat, pulled it open, and handed me a chicken drumstick.

"I didn't bring the paper cup. I originally planned to go back at noon and drink some by myself. If it doesn't feel dirty, let's blow on the bottle."

The wine didn't taste good, so Brother Yu and I took a sip or two from the bottle.

Mr. Xing seemed to be happy after drinking, and I didn’t dare to chase him away. I could only listen to him brag. He said how awesome he was when he was young, and the women who chased him could line up for a mile holding hands. He looked at every one of them.

Not on.

After eating and drinking for a while, Mr. Xing said, "Wait a minute, I'll go relieve myself."

Not far away, he was standing next to an old machine.

"We still have to work, when will this old man leave?" Brother Yu asked.

"He should leave soon."

I looked back at Mr. Xing who was going to relieve himself.

The old man was standing in front of an old piece of equipment to relieve himself, motionless. Just then, there was an old-fashioned lantern placed on a pile of debris not far away.

I rubbed my eyes hard.

"What's wrong Yunfeng?"

My face turned pale.

Xingye, Xingye, Xingye...
Chapter completed!