There was nothing wrong all night. The next morning, as soon as I opened the door, I saw Baikeli standing straight in front of my door. I was shocked by him without any preparation.

"Uncle Baikeli, why are you standing at my door? Is there anything wrong?"

Baikeli raised his hand and handed me a teapot, "I still have some yogurt here, I'll take it for you."

I quickly reached out and took it, "Thank you uncle."

Baikeli nodded and turned around and was about to leave. I quickly stopped him, "Hey, Uncle Baikeli, wait."

"What's the matter?" Baikeli asked, turning his head.

I asked, "You said before that you bought this place and passed an intermediary. I want to meet this person. Maybe he knows where the owner of the previous place is. I want to find him in some things."

"Is it the Sadiq you mentioned before?" Baikeli asked curiously.

"Yes." I nodded.

Baikeli thought for a while and said to me, "The middleman is named Kurban, and he lives in a town not far from this." Baikeli pointed in a direction, "You walk there and walk out of this desert and you will see a road. Follow the road and you will be able to go to the town. After a while, I will write this person's phone number to you."

I quickly thanked him. Baikeli waved his hand and turned back to the house. I went back to pack up my things. Soon Baikeli walked back and handed me a note, "When you see Kurban, remember to tell him that the things for this month will be delivered in advance." Seeing that I was a little confused, Baikeli said again: "He will understand if you say that."

I nodded and put away the note, carried my bag and walked towards the direction pointed by Baikeli. After walking out of the edge of the desert, I saw a highway. The road surface of this road was in very poor condition, which could barely be considered a road. There were some motorcycles parked on the side of the road. When I saw me coming with my bag on my back, I quickly came up and asked, "Friend, where are you going? I'll send you there, it's very cheap."

I waved my hand to signal them to wait, then took out the note given to me by 100 grams and called according to the number above. The phone was quickly connected, and the other party came up and said a Uyghur language. I didn't understand, so I asked, "Hello, is it Kurban?"

Then the other party changed to Chinese, "I am, who are you?"

"It was the contact information given to me by Uncle Baikeli. I'll have something to ask you for."

I said.

"What's the matter, tell me."

I would rather be able to chat in person in this kind of thing, and I always feel uncomfortable passing by the phone. So I said to him, "I'll go find you, and Uncle Baikeli also has some things to tell you."

The other party hesitated for a moment, "Okay, I'm in Shahaizi Town and Kurban Trading. I'm going out in an hour and a half, you'd better get a little faster."

After hanging up the phone, I called a motorcycle on the side of the road. The price of making a motorcycle from here to Shahaizi Town is indeed not expensive, but when it is fast, the sand slapped the face.

The Uyghur brother who drove a motorcycle seemed to be proficient in this road. He didn't slow down when there were too many cars and walked freely through the traffic. He was relaxed and free, but I was always worried.

Twenty minutes later, I arrived in front of the Kurban Trading in a storm. Because the storefront signs were very conspicuous, it was easy to find.

I pushed the door and walked in. There was a relatively large exhibition hall. Many products were placed on the shelves around, and some boxes and bags were neatly placed on the ground. There was an office desk in one corner of the exhibition hall, and a middle-aged man was sitting there pressing a calculator while writing something. He wrote very seriously. Until I walked up and looked up and down, "Is it your phone call just now?"

"Yes."

Kurban put down his pen and stood up, "Did you come from Celsius?"

I nodded, "Yes, I live there for the time being."

Kurban smiled slightly, "Then you have chosen the most distinctive hotel here."

I knew what he was referring to, and laughed, "Full self-service."

Kurban took me to sit down on the sofa on the other side, "Actually, it wasn't the case at the beginning. Baikeli planned to manage it well, but he was not lucky and got sick just after taking over it. He had limited funds and had no wife and children to help him, so he became what he is now. I hope he can get better as soon as possible."

I nodded, so that's it.

Kurban looked at me and asked, "What the hell are you looking for me?"

"That's right," I said to Kurban, "I heard that the hotel on the edge of the desert was sold to Hundred Celsius?"

Kurban point

Head, "It's me, what's wrong?"

I stared at Kurban and said to him, "I want to find the former owner of Sadik."

After hearing what I said, Kurban frowned, "Are you looking for him? Are you having something to do?"

"Uh," I pondered for a moment and said, "That's right. One of my elders came here many years ago, but later I didn't know where to go. Last time I met Sadiq, I accidentally talked about this matter, and he seemed to know some clues. At that time, since we had important things, we didn't have time to ask more, so this time I came here to ask him clearly. Who knows he is no longer here."

Because the matter was too tortuous, I could only use a way that Kurban could quickly understand to explain to him that I had to turn my second uncle into a missing person.

Kurban understood what I meant at once and nodded. However, he did not speak, but stared straight at me.

I was a little strange to him, "Boss Kurban, what do you mean to look at me like this?"

Kurban suddenly smiled, "Is your name Zhuoran?"

I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and suddenly stood up, "How could you know my name?"

"Don't be excited," Kurban stood up and patted my shoulder, "You sit first."

"That's right," Kurban told me that shortly after New Year's Day this year, Sadik found him. Sadik said he was leaving here and hoped to sell his desert hotel. Before leaving, Sadik said that someone named Zhuoran might come to him. So, Kurban guessed my name.

"Do you know why Sadiq left?" I asked Kurban.

"I don't know much about the specifics," Kurban shook his head. "But I remember what she said, he said, some people can't afford to offend, and some things can't afford to offend."

I nodded. It seemed that Sadiq had foreseeed something, and I was sure that something must have happened to Sadiq.

Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to stand up, "Okay, I know the matter, thank you."

Just as I was about to leave, Kurban suddenly called me, "Hey, Zhuoran, wait, Sadik has left you something."
Chapter completed!