"Master Xing, why are you here? I'll take the job and wipe the ground. Look at the warehouse being disrepaired for so long, what is the ground like?"

Master Xing was also wearing the patina military coat and carrying a black plastic bag in his hand.

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

"Boy! Who asked you to do this?"

I made up the reason casually, and said that I knew the contractor who worked in the southern district and took on some casual worker, thinking that I was making some money before the New Year.

"Damn the ball!"

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

"What do you want to spend time with her and make money? What do you know? This is called a rich woman."

I smiled and didn't reply, and threw the trowel for cement aside.

Seeing that I met the old man who suddenly broke in, Brother Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stop doing it, sit down for a while."

Looking for something to cushion, Xing Ye sat cross-legged on the ground, and he untied the plastic bag.

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

Greet Brother Yu and sit down.

Master Xing took out a sharp knife from his pocket in his military coat, pulled it with a stroke, and handed me a chicken leg.

"I didn't get a paper cup. I originally planned to go back at noon and drink it myself. If we don't think it's dirty, we'll blow the bottle."

This wine is not good, so Brother Yu and I took a sip or two of us in the bottle.

Master Xing seemed to be happy and I didn't dare to drive people away. He could only listen to him brag. He said that he was so awesome when he was young, and that the woman who chased him could be able to line up a mile with her hands in her hands, and he looked down on no one.

After eating and drinking for a while, Master Xing said, "Wait, I'll go and get rid of it."

Before he could walk far, he was convenient to an old machine.

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

"He should be leaving in a while."

I looked back at Master Xing who was going to get rid of his hands.

The old man stood in front of an old equipment and unmoved his hands, motionless. Just as there was an old horse lantern on the pile of debris not far away.

I rubbed my eyes hard.

"What's wrong with Yunfeng?"

My face turned pale.

Master Xing, Master Xing, Master Xing...
Chapter completed!