"Damn it." Kou Beiyue finally came to his senses, picked up the hard hat on the table and went out.

The little fat man followed closely behind.

"Wait," Zhang Yuanqing called to stop him, and said with a smile:

"I don't care if you follow Kou Beiyue sincerely or not. Since you're with him, be safe. If you dare to harm him, I'll kill you from the ends of the earth."

"Hey, hey!" Kou Beiyue was moved in his heart, with a look of disgust on the surface: "You are not my father, you don't care about me, good minister, let's go."

The little fat man nodded slightly, and left without saying a word.

When the people left, Zhang Yuanqing stretched his waist on the chair: "The light bulbs are gone, and we can finally live in our two-person world!"

Xiaoyuan squinted at him and said:

"You still like older women?"

Zhang Yuanqing had talked to her about his views on choosing a mate before. He was single at that time, and he was unscrupulous when talking about this matter.

But now I dare not.

"I don't like it anymore." Zhang Yuanqing shook his head.

Xiaoyuan said "Oh", turned around, and faced the hotel gate.

Zhang Yuanqing changed the subject and joked: "But I like an aunt like Xiaoyuan."

She didn't turn around, as if she didn't hear it, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Seventh day, nine o'clock in the morning.

After sleeping in the Wuhen Hotel for one night, Zhang Yuanqing headed back to Huadu full of energy, took a taxi to the old city, and arrived at the entrance of the "Wanbaowu" small shop with ease.

In the small shop, the props and materials of the Transcendent Realm were piled up in disorder.

The beautiful proprietress was sitting at the cash register with a cigar between her fingertips, sucking it with relish.

She was still dressed in the same outfit as when we first met, with black chest covering and a black leather jacket, revealing a firm and flat belly.

There is a deep laziness between the eyebrows and eyes, which has not dissipated until now.

"Miss Boss, I, Hu Hansan, are back again."

Zhang Yuanqing approached with a smile on his face, thinking that he was about to create a top-quality prop, and couldn't wait.

Lian Sanyue glanced at him, sat still, raised the corners of her mouth:

"I have some bad news for you."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat: "What bad news?"

Lian Sanyue put the cigar away, and lazily leaned back on the recliner:

"Flint is sold out. It is a necessity to start the Bailian furnace. It only produces 30 yuan a month. I have the last ten yuan left, but yesterday, it was bought away."

Zhang Yuanqing's face darkened:

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