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When the ship untied the moorings and started, a glimmer of dawn suddenly appeared in the distant sky. Yingzhen looked up at Mashi Village on the mountainside on the right. Separated by mountains and water, it looks even more humble. A few sparse houses are scattered like white beads, and thin and delicate white smoke rises from the bamboo forest. Either He Laoliu's mother-in-law got up to cook breakfast, or Liu Sanwa's mother cooked pig soup, because there are still people living in these few houses in the village. The boat drove very fast, cutting through the waves, and the motor roared loudly, making people's eardrums tremble. The sound of the motor also covered up Yingzhen's huge heartbeat. When the village was gradually blurred, Yingzhen turned her head and looked at her son. Her son You Jiang was talking to others with bright eyes, saying that their family was going to Dongshi. Have you never been to Dongshi? Then you should go there and see. It's a great place, very different from here.

When Director Zhao called me, I was on the road. A boss for whom I had written a press release insisted on inviting me to his resort for a few days. I said I was not free. I really don't have time, there is a dinner party in the evening. The boss yelled over there, "Reporter Gao, do you look down on people like us?" Also, we are not as literate as you. I burst out laughing, Boss Liu, which pot did you pick up by mistake? Okay, okay, I'm afraid, can you? Go ahead and I'll do the knife. This boss Liu has not studied for a few years, but he is very good at racing ghosts. That press release was the one he bribed people to report, saying that a 1.5-Meter-long fish was caught in the wild lake in Meixiang Resort. Three of us rushed there. The fat chef of the resort was in full swing filleting the fish, heating the pot, and washing the fish. When he saw us, a smile appeared on his fat round face, and he said in a well-trained Cantonese accent that our Meixiang Resort is magical.

When Zhang Zhengfan was sitting in front of the window basking in the sun, Xiao Liu called and asked him if he would do it. After discussion between the two parties, the price was finally reduced to 100,000. Zhengfan raised his head and saw Old Huang's figure reflected on the floor-to-ceiling glass window in front of him, like a shadow in a dream, erratic and thin, but you could still see that his back was a little stooped and his hair had almost fallen out. Most of his bare forehead was exposed, like a bare rock, with a few strands of deliberately long hair twisting unyieldingly around it. Forty-five-year-old Huang is really old. Do it, why not do it. Zheng Fan's voice was not loud, but his words were like nails chiseled into the wooden board. This Li Nihao actually told me that the price Mr. Huang had given me before was a rebate of 200,000 yuan per year. Xiao Liu was aggrieved over there and really thought we were fools. If Mr. Zhang hadn't been an insider, we would have almost been blackmailed by him.