I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The enormous Tank 700 drove into the newly constructed open-air parking lot.

This place was originally a wasteland that had been fenced off for many years, overgrown with weeds and with trees growing haphazardly. However, it has recently regained its value because Shacheng is implementing a wasteland transformation plan to further beautify the city's image.

Sometimes it's not that citizens are unwilling to spend money, but that there's simply nowhere to park. This makeshift parking lot has solved the problem. Now, if they want to have a barbecue or something, they don't have to park on the side of the road anymore.

Wu Yubin, a veteran who looked perfectly at ease with the Tank 700, got out of the car and walked towards the exit. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was lost in thought. It wasn't until he reached a barbecue restaurant not far from the parking lot that he regained his composure and adjusted his expression.

"Several people?"

The waitress, an older woman, asked in a loud voice, neither warm nor cold.

"I have friends."

The tall and robust Wu Yubin looked around and then walked towards a table against the wall inside.

7 p.m.

The barbecue restaurant has only been open for a short time.

There were only a few customers at the restaurant.

People who come to eat barbecue this early are generally not ordinary people.

"It's pretty fast."

The man sitting alone looked up, spat out the peanut shells, and said, "I've already ordered some. See if you want anything else."

I'll eat whatever Young Master Zhou eats.

Wu Yubin is very casual.

The other person smiled and then called out to the waitresses, "Add another plate of edamame."

Tsk.

Edamame?

Add the peanuts on the table.

They ordered mostly "economical and affordable" items.

Wu Yubin sat down across the table.

"Although this shop isn't a long-established brand, it has a great reputation. It's all charcoal-grilled, and I've heard the taste is quite authentic. It's just that the service from these middle-aged women needs improvement."

The man Wu Yubin called "Young Master Zhou" commented while cracking open braised peanuts: "During working hours, instead of doing any work, they're actually getting together to discuss paying their social security."

"Is this your first time eating here, Young Master Zhou?" Wu Yubin asked.

"Yes, what, you've eaten there?"

Wu Yubin nodded naturally, "Yes, the owner of this shop is my friend."

"real or fake?"

Zhou Shao was surprised, "You have friends who own a barbecue restaurant?"

how?

Running a barbecue restaurant is, after all, a small business owner with about ten employees, representing about ten families. He also has to pay social security for his employees and contribute to the country's social security fund. Why does it sound like such a strange thing coming from this young master Zhou?

"He was my comrade-in-arms in the army."

Wu Yubin explained.

Zhou Shao suddenly realized.

Ok.

Reasonable.

Only the military would mix all castes together in a hodgepodge.

"That's a coincidence."

Zhou Shao laughed.

Wu Yubin remained noncommittal and offered no comment; he simply picked up a disposable plastic cup and poured himself some water.

Is that a coincidence?

There are indeed many coincidences in life, but they happen in a certain order. The probability of two coincidences colliding is extremely low.

He is in Hong'an.

The other party is in Shacheng. They have always kept to themselves and are not very familiar with each other; at most, they are nodding acquaintances.

It stands to reason.

It's impossible to suddenly ask him to go out for barbecue.

"Why are you drinking water?"

Zhou Shao yelled at the old lady again, "Bring me some beer."

"Young Master Zhou, forget it."

"Why? You're not a civil servant."

"I drove the car."

"You opened it, but didn't I?"

Zhou Shao didn't take it seriously and insisted that the old lady bring four bottles of beer, which he opened all of. Then he jokingly said, "If we get caught, it's on me."

Wu Yubin couldn't refuse again.

"The barbecue is here."

The grilling process is relatively slow, but fortunately it was still early and business hadn't picked up yet, so we didn't have to wait too long.

"I'll try it."

Zhou Shao picked up a skewer of cartilage, put it in his mouth, and chewed it with a "crunching" sound, then nodded in praise.

"Hmm, not bad, it lives up to its reputation."

"If it suits Young Master Zhou's taste, we'll have to come here more often in the future."

Wu Yubin also picked up a bunch of mushrooms.

"That's right. If I had known it was your friend's shop, I would have come much sooner. Where's the owner? Introduce me, so I can at least give you a discount next time."

"He just got married, so he probably won't be coming to the store anytime soon."

"Yeah."

Zhou Shaoxiao: "Newlyweds, that's understandable. Nothing is more important than family."

Since the other party didn't get to the point, Wu Yubin certainly wouldn't take the initiative to break the ice. He just listened quietly, not saying a word, and ate some edamame.

Zhou Shao raised his beer as a gesture.

Wu Yubin made a feint to meet him.

After drinking the refreshing beverage, Zhou Shao let out a pleasant sigh. "Speaking of weddings, there was a wedding in our Shacheng a few days ago that caused quite a stir. The lead wedding car was actually a Koenigsegg."

coming.

Wu Yubin's expression remained unchanged.

Have you heard?

"The wedding that Young Master Zhou mentioned should be my friend's."

"Really? Running a barbecue restaurant is that profitable? You can even buy a Koenigsegg?"

"That Koenigsegg was driven by his childhood friend."

"No wonder."

Zhou Shao nodded, then realized, "That's really impressive. I didn't even know that such a person had emerged from our Shacheng."

"You should know him, right?"

Wu Yubin obviously couldn't deny that the other party was clearly asking questions with the answers in hand.

"We know each other, we're both groomsmen."

"That's such a coincidence. I was just thinking of getting to know them."

Zhou Shao laughed and said, "I've only seen Koenigsegg online. I don't know what it's like to drive one."

"It's not appropriate for Young Master Zhou to drive this kind of car."

"Hehe, what's wrong with it? If you're upright, you have nothing to fear. Borrowing a friend's car for a bit of fun, is that illegal?"

Wu Yubin took a sip of beer and said succinctly, "I'm not that familiar with him."

“Yubin, I have to criticize you for saying that. Once we leave Shacheng, we’re fellow villagers, we’re family.”

That's correct.

When you're away from home, it's truly heartwarming to run into people from your hometown; as the saying goes, "When fellow villagers meet, tears well up in their eyes."

The key issue is that the location is wrong now. We're clearly in Shacheng, so where does the sense of kinship with fellow villagers come from?

"Does Young Master Zhou need to see him?"

Wu Yubin asked naturally, seemingly just mentioning it casually.

Zhou Shao smiled wryly, picked up a piece of stinky tofu, and said casually, "I have a little thing to talk to him about."

The barbecue, proceeding at a steady pace, finally began to get down to business.

"Then Young Master Zhou can just make an appointment with him."

"I'm being presumptuous. I'm being extremely presumptuous."

While eating tofu with his head down, Zhou Shao said, "Don't you know him? It would be more appropriate for you to act as a middleman and strike up a conversation."

Brahmins have their own rules for doing things.

Someone like Lu Xu, who immediately ordered people to throw paint without saying a word, that's the behavior of a low-class person. Yes.

Finding a middleman is appropriate, but the key issue is that the middleman doesn't share the same feelings.

I don't know what happened, and I'm not really that familiar with either side. Who would be willing to take on such a task?
You never know, you might end up in a mess.

Brahmins have a principle in doing things.

I'd rather do nothing than make a mistake.

of course.

This refers to a wise Brahmin.

Brahmins are only of noble lineage, meaning they have noble ancestors, but that doesn't mean they aren't stupid or useless.

Wu Yubin certainly didn't want to be in the limelight. He always had to understand one rule: if a casual acquaintance suddenly contacts you, it's either to borrow money or to give a gift for a special occasion. In any case, it's definitely not going to be anything good, but he couldn't just refuse outright.

Hong'an County, after all, belongs to Shacheng and is under the jurisdiction of Shacheng.

There is also a hierarchy within the Brahmin caste.

"Is there some misunderstanding between Young Master Zhou and Mr. Jiang?"

Since he couldn't refuse directly, Wu Yubin chose to pass the ball over. Anyway, he wasn't in a hurry, he wasn't in a rush, and he didn't mind taking his time to eat the barbecue.

Mr. Jiang.

What a polite way to address someone.

Zhou Shao was slightly taken aback, then smiled wryly, "It seems you two really aren't very familiar with each other."

"Everything I just said to Young Master Zhou is true."

Zhou Shaohua nodded, "How could I not trust you?"

Wu Yubin raised his glass. "So, is there really a misunderstanding?"

Zhou Shaohua smiled and picked up the cup. "It's not a misunderstanding."

Wu Yubin's cup stopped in mid-air as he looked at the other person.

Zhou Shaohua acted as if nothing had happened and finished his beer in one gulp. "But it was just a minor dispute."

His change of heart allowed Wu Yubin to bring the wine he had paused to his lips again.

"The 'small' that Young Master Zhou is talking about may not actually be small."

Zhou Shaohua laughed heartily.

"It's true, people from Shacheng don't lie to people from Shacheng. And to be precise, it has no direct connection to me; it's because of Greenland."

After saying that, without waiting for the other party to listen or not, Zhou Shaohua picked up the wine bottle and poured wine, saying, "Didn't Greenland stop after the building near the train station was topped out? Then rumors started circulating that the project was going to be abandoned. Many homeowners believed it and went to argue with the developer. Among them was a distant relative of this 'Mr. Jiang,' who should be called his cousin."

"That's all there is to it. Do you think it's a small matter or not?"

At first glance, it does not seem very big.

"So, what happened next?"

"Later, the homeowners sued the developer, completely believing the rumors. The project has resumed construction and will be handed over soon. It was all a farce."

Some things are best left unsaid; you have to rely on your own judgment and deduction for the rest. Wu Yubin knew the problem was definitely not as simple as the other party's vague words, but he couldn't even imagine the extent of its specific severity.

It all started with a house, but it turned into a complete upheaval in Shacheng.

Even the most active brain cells probably wouldn't dare to make such an association.

"In that case, I don't think we need to make a fuss over nothing. Young Master Zhou doesn't need to get involved. Let Greenland Group handle it. Otherwise, the problem might just become more complicated."

Zhou Shaohua sighed, "I've considered all of these things as well. I just feel that if I step in, it will be more sincere. After all, no matter what, the cause is because of us."

we.

Circle these two words; they'll be on the test.

In the socialist camp, capital cannot expand unchecked; it is certainly subject to regulation.

Greenland Group thrives in Shacheng. The real reason behind this success is unknown to ordinary citizens, but Wu Yubin certainly does.

Let's not talk about him anymore.

Even a seasoned figure like Fu Zili knows who Greenland's backer is.

The smaller the place, the less likely it is to hide secrets.

"understood."

Wu Yubin nodded. "I can give Mr. Jiang's contact information to Young Master Zhou."

Contact information?

So all that talk was for nothing?

If it were just for a phone number, he wouldn't look it up himself.

Zhou Shaohua laughed: "Are you listening to a story?"

"I'll take this meal."

Wu Yubin gave a concise response.

Zhou Shaohua's smile widened. "Yubin, being too cautious isn't a good thing. At your age, you still need a bit of drive."

Wu Yubin picked up a skewer of roasted grasshoppers. "If I wanted to make a breakthrough, I would have stayed in the army and wouldn't have chosen to come back."

Zhou Shaohua laughed out loud, causing his eyes to squint and wrinkles to appear at the corners of his eyes.

If the other party keeps making excuses and pressuring you, it's a bit unreasonable to ask them to do something they don't want to do.

Zhou Shaohua sat up straight, then leaned forward slightly. "Who is he?"

"Young Master Zhou doesn't know?"

"If I knew, would I still ask you?"

Wu Yubin shook his head, "I've only met him twice. What Young Master Zhou doesn't know, I probably don't know either."

Zhou Shaohua leaned back, squinted slightly, and gave a forced smile. "You learned Tai Chi in the army, didn't you?"

Obvious.

His emotions fluctuated, and he lost his initial good mood.

Wu Yubin remained expressionless, though he was well aware that his attitude had greatly displeased, or even angered, the other party.

But sometimes, you can't be afraid to offend people.

of course.

It didn't seem worth offending a more powerful local figure for the sake of an ordinary friend with whom he might never have any further contact, but he had a gut feeling.

He had to make this choice.

Is hard work the secret to a successful life?

No.

Interview successful people around the world and ask them why they are so successful and if they have any secrets to success.

Nine out of ten people will tell you that.

It relies on a few key choices.

"Young Master Zhou, please don't mind. Perhaps you think I'm lying, but everything I've said is the truth. My understanding of him is definitely not as good as yours."

Zhou Shaohua didn't speak, but looked at him intently, and then slowly nodded.

"I understand."

Wu Yubin didn't explain further. He picked up the plastic cup, and in no time, the rest of the beer was finished, leaving only two empty bottles.

"Pay the bill."

"I invited you, so I have to treat you."

"Next time, switch to Zhou Shao. I have a discount here."

Zhou Shaohua smiled faintly and didn't insist any further.

Scan the code and pay.

Wu Yubin put away his phone. "I'm leaving now, Young Master Zhou. See you next time."

Yes.

We're all from Shacheng, we'll run into each other all the time, there's plenty of time in the future.

Zhou Shaohua sat there and nodded silently.

Wu Yubin stood up, but paused for a moment before leaving.

"correct."

Zhou Shaohua looked up at the other person, his face expressionless.

"I heard that he works for the government."

That's all for this.

Indeed, Wu Yubin, who lived up to the honesty of a soldier and didn't utter a single lie, turned around and walked out of the increasingly bustling barbecue restaurant alone.

Zhou Shaohua ignored it, picked up the wine bottle, and poured himself a drink.

There's still so much barbecue left; we can't let it go to waste.

He took a sip of wine, then grabbed a chicken foot, took a bite, chewed it a few times, and then, seemingly finding the taste off, spat it all out.

He pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Selling stale ingredients—this evil capitalism should all be caged." (End of Chapter)