Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

The helicopter flew for ten hours.

The three former leaders of the alliance sat in the cabin, initially feeling somewhat awkward.

Shen Yan leaned against the porthole and closed his eyes to rest, Gesang Dorje stared blankly at the clouds outside the window, and Zhao Shanhe tossed and turned with his eyes closed, unable to fall asleep.

But after flying for an hour or two, the three alliance leaders, who had been silent, gradually started talking.

Although the three of them didn't have any deep conversations, they kept talking about the big camphor tree. Over the years, they had fought each other, but in the end, they were all defeated by the big camphor tree.

Before they could even make a move against the camphor tree, they were completely suppressed by the camphor tree's military power.

That's not a difference of magnitude.

The atmosphere gradually warmed up, and the relationship between the three of them took another step forward.

time flies.

As they grew sleepy, the three of them leaned back in their seats and fell asleep one after another.

The cabin fell silent, with only the hum of the propellers remaining.

Several hours later, five helicopters arrived over the oil city.

Shen Yan was woken up by Xiao Qingshi.

"Chief of Staff, we've arrived."

"What? Oh, oh."

Shen Yan opened his eyes groggily, looked out the porthole, and suddenly became fully awake.

Below is a huge city.

It wasn't the shabby refugee camp he had imagined, but a real city.

Dense rows of buildings and neat greenhouses covered the land, and streets crisscrossed with traffic flowing through them.

He saw large residential areas, neon signs in commercial districts, wide roads, streetlights and green belts, bustling crowds, and pedestrians walking on the road.

There is even a towering oil well tower that stands out in the center of the city like a landmark.

The main city, the trading market, the buffer city, and the peripheral city are surrounded by walls, creating a magnificent sight.

"This..." Shen Yan gasped, his eyes filled with shock.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

This place is almost no different from a third-tier city before the apocalypse.

Gesang Dorje also woke up, leaned over the porthole, and stared wide-eyed at the view below: "So big?"

Zhao Shanhe also came over, staring out the window with shock in his eyes.

He noticed that around the oil city, there were twelve tall fortified fortresses, firmly protecting the central oil city.

The helicopter was flying over the main urban area at that moment.

Looking down through the porthole, Shen Yan could see that the streets of the trading market were neatly planned, and most of the buildings were six or seven stories high with light-colored paint on the exterior walls.

The residential area is planted with trees, and there are green belts between the buildings. To the north, there are also some armored vehicles and military camps.

A tall wall surrounds the edge of the trading market, separating the main city from it.

The architectural style of the trading market is distinctly different.

The buildings are more densely packed, and signs are everywhere.

Especially in the central business district of the trading market, pedestrians shuttle back and forth on the streets, electric buses travel between the bus stops, and people on electric bikes weave through the traffic.

"How many people are there?" Gesang Dorje asked, swallowing hard, his voice a little dry.

Shen Yan, who was standing next to him, did not answer, but silently calculated in his mind.

The main city, trading market, buffer city, and peripheral city are all spread out, with extremely high building density.

The further out a city is, the larger its area becomes.

From the air, it looks like a huge forest made of steel and concrete.

This isn't a base anymore, this is a city.

Xiao Qingshi sat next to Shen Yan and looked down as well: "Chief of Staff, this is even bigger than our Three Guardians Alliance."

Shen Yan glanced at him and said speechlessly, "How the hell can this be compared?"

Pingcuo, sitting in the back row, also leaned over, looked for a long time, and sighed:
“I have been in An Ding League for so many years and I have never seen such a scene.”

Zhao Shanhe's eldest grandson also came to the window and shouted, "Grandpa, look over there! Isn't that an amusement park?"

Zhao Shanhe looked in the direction his eldest grandson pointed and indeed saw several children swinging on swings in a green area.

He was somewhat moved, and also felt a little guilty.

My eldest grandson is only 10 years old and has never been to an amusement park in his life. He only knows about amusement parks from some books or conversations with adults.

The helicopter landed slowly on the helipad in the northern part of the trading market.

The airflow from the propellers dispersed the dust on the ground, and several rows of people stood by the tarmac.

Standing at the front was a tall, imposing man wearing the tactical uniform of the Camphor Tree Military Department. He had no rank insignia on his shoulders, but he exuded an aura of authority without being angry.

Standing behind him were Li Zhengping, Liu Jinglue, Huang Guangyuan, and others.

Shen Yan recognized him at a glance.

He strode off the helicopter, walked up to the man, stopped, and gave a crisp military salute.

"Chief Qinglong, it's been a long time!"

Uncle San paused for a moment, then smiled and returned the greeting.

Then he reached out and patted Shen Yan on the shoulder:

"Old Shen, it's been a long time."

Shen Yan sighed:
"The last time we met was sixteen or seventeen years ago at an exchange meeting in the military region."

Back then, you were the captain of a special operations battalion, and I was still the chief of staff in the brigade. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Uncle San nodded, his gaze falling on the helicopter behind Shen Yan.

Gesang Dorje and Zhao Shanhe also came down one after another.

"I need to take care of something first, then we can get together alone later," Uncle San said.

“Okay.” Shen Yan was a little excited, his eyes fixed on the Azure Dragon.

Third Uncle stepped forward to greet Zhao Shanhe and the others, extending his hand:
"Welcome to Big Camphor Tree, everyone. You've had a long journey."

Gesang Dorje quickly reached out and shook his hand: "I've heard so much about you."

Zhao Shanhe shook hands with him, saying, "You look great, it's an honor to meet you."

Uncle San smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries before looking at Li Zhengping.

Li Zhengping, who was behind him, stepped forward and greeted him:
"Everyone, please come with me to the registration desk first. After we complete the procedures, we will arrange your accommodation."

soon.

The group followed Li Zhengping toward the registration desk outside the tarmac.

The registration office is much quieter than before.

Previously, new people joined almost every day, but now that a sea fog has passed, the survivors outside have either turned into mutants or rotting corpses.

Mutants are now prohibited from entering Oil City, so there are almost no newcomers coming in.

The registration staff sat behind the counter, with a computer and a card-making machine in front of them.

Shen Yan reported his original position. The staff member typed a few times on the keyboard, took out a green card from the card-making machine, and handed it to him: "This is your points number card, Level 3 personnel."

Shen Yan took the card and glanced at it.

The card is green with a string of numbers printed on it, along with a large camphor tree symbol.

He looked at it over and over twice, then asked, "What's the use of this card?"

The staff knew who he was, and since they weren't busy at the moment, they explained:
"You can think of it this way: the points number card is equivalent to your bank card, ID card, access card, etc. before the apocalypse."

At all the branch bases in Dazhangshu, with this card you can shop, eat, ride public transportation, and enter and exit residential areas. The points accumulated are like your money; you can deposit, spend, or transfer funds.

Shen Yan took the card and looked at it with great interest, his eyes full of surprise.

He nodded and put the card away.

"Thank you."

When it was Zhao Shanhe's turn, he took the card, flipped it over, and asked, "Green is level three, blue is level four, so what about red?"

The staff member glanced at him and replied, "The red team number card is a team number card. When a new team joins, a separate red team points number card will be issued."

"What about gold?" Zhao Shanhe continued to ask.

"Level 1 personnel".

Zhao Shanhe's eyes burned with desire. He lowered his head and put the card in his pocket.

After taking the card, Gesang Dorje asked another question:
"What can I exchange these points for?"

The staff member replied:
"You can exchange almost anything."

Food, clothing, medicine, daily necessities, and even haircuts, massages, movie tickets, and gun and ammunition rentals can all be paid for with points.

You'll see when you get to the business district.

Gesang Dorje nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

After registration, the staff handed each of them a thick "Big Camphor Tree Life Handbook".

Shen Yan casually flipped through it; it was filled with rules and regulations, from the rules for using points to bus routes and how to use public facilities—everything was there.

After they came out, the guide that their third uncle had sent met them at the door and led them out of the registration area to the bus stop.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, I boarded an electric bus.

The bus started and traveled for a distance before arriving at the outskirts of the commercial area, which had been expanded and become much larger.

The commercial district has a network of streets that can be accessed from multiple directions.

The guide stood at the front of the carriage and pointed to the commercial area not far away outside the window, saying:
"That area is the center of the trading market, the commercial district."

Look where my hand is pointing. What you see now is the central main street, which is mainly for commerce, catering, and leisure and entertainment.

That street ahead is a food street, with all sorts of food: braised pork offal, hot pot, stir-fries, potstickers, and more.

"The street behind is the second main street, also known as the bar street."

Vehicles moved through the streets and entrances of the commercial district.

The guide pointed to a street on the right.
"It gets quite lively over there at night. There are live singers and bartenders. If you like drinking, you can go there and have a chat."

"If you walk further ahead, there's a movie theater, and on the street behind that, there's a gladiatorial arena worth checking out."

Shen Yan looked out the car window.

There were many pedestrians on the road, including the elderly, children, workers in uniforms, and young people in casual clothes.

There are even green belts with trees planted in them and streetlights arranged in neat rows.

There were also some flowers planted along the roadside, blooming beautifully in the sunlight.

Several elderly people were sitting on a bench by the roadside chatting and bragging. A stroller was parked next to them, and the baby inside was sleeping.

At several entrances and exits of the commercial area, people are setting up stalls on the roadside, selling small trinkets they have woven themselves.

"The landscaping is quite good," Xiao Qingshi said.

The guide smiled and said, "That's for sure. The green coverage rate in the oil city has now reached 10%."

This is the apocalypse, unlike the cities before the apocalypse.

Reaching 10% is already quite high.

Gesang Dorje looked out the window at the main city area and asked, "What's that tall tower over there?"

“That’s an oil well tower,” the guide replied.
"One of the core facilities of the oil city, although our oil production is not as high as before, it can still ensure basic operation when combined with other energy sources."

Zhao Shanhe nodded after hearing this, but continued to look out the window.

The bus stopped in front of the housing management office.

The guide led everyone into the building, where staff members took their points number cards and distributed different levels of housing keys based on their tiers.

Level 3 personnel and their families were assigned to the Level A housing area, with four-person rooms, bunk beds with desks underneath, and private bathrooms.

Level 4 personnel were assigned to the Class B housing area, in eight-person rooms.

Holding their assigned keys, the high-ranking members of the three alliances separated because they lived in different places.

The trading market is located in the third residential building, Block A.

Building 18, third floor.

Zhao Shanhe led his family into their residence and looked around.

The room wasn't big, but it was very clean, and you could see the street from the window.

As soon as his little granddaughter entered the room, she climbed onto the top bunk and happily exclaimed, "Grandpa, I want to sleep on this one!"

Zhao Shanhe laughed: "Okay, you can sleep in this one."

He put down his luggage, walked to the window, and stared blankly at the street outside.

From the window, you can see an old man watering flowers on a balcony of the building next door.

Downstairs, a young mother pushed a stroller past, and the baby inside was waving and babbling.

Lively.

This place, this scene, feels like a dream.

He watched for a while, then drew the curtains.

the other side.

The vultures of the Sanjiang Stone Alliance were taken to the B-level housing area.

Grade B housing is much worse than Grade A housing, with a larger plot ratio and higher housing density.

He looked very unwell when he entered the room.

The room was small, with eight beds arranged in two rows, leaving only a narrow aisle in the middle, and the air still smelled of the previous guest.

He looked around and couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, these conditions are much worse than when I was in Sanjiang Stone Alliance."

"Back then, at least I had a single room. Now I have to share a room with other people. It's so cramped!"

A high-ranking member next to him, who was also from the Sanjiang Stone Alliance, whispered:
"Forget it, you're lucky to be alive. Didn't you read the manual? It's clearly written there that if you dare to cause trouble, the punishment will be severe."

Vulture didn't say anything more, just threw his luggage on the bed with a gloomy face.

He sat on the edge of the bed, opened the work assignment sheet given to him by the staff, and glanced at it. It read:

Oil City Garment Factory, Quality Inspector No. 36.

Report to the gate of the garment factory in the oil city three days later!

These are the job positions assigned to each of them after they registered their basic information.

He stared at the words for a long time, his face growing even more gloomy.

The same neighborhood.

After settling his family in, Zhao Shanhe left the Grade A residential area and went to the Grade B community to find several former members of the Sanjiang Stone Alliance, including Vulture.

When he arrived at the Grade B residential area, he realized that the Grade B environment was quite different from the Grade A environment where he lived.

We arrived outside the room where the vultures lived.

When he pushed the door open, he saw Vulture sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a piece of paper and staring blankly.

Zhao Shanhe leaned over for a look and asked, "What kind of work have you been assigned?"

The vulture answered in a muffled voice, "Oil City Garment Factory, Quality Inspector No. 36." Zhao Shanhe paused for a moment, Quality Inspector No. 36... that sounded familiar, then he burst out laughing.
"Being a quality inspector is great! There are lots of girls in the garment factory, you could find a wife there."

Vulture glared at him, his face full of displeasure: "Boss, stop making sarcastic remarks."

Zhao Shanhe patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"fine.

Let me tell you, this job is much more stable than the fighting and killing jobs we did in Sanjiang Shimeng.

Didn't you always say you wanted to settle down and live a peaceful life? Isn't this perfect?

Vulture: "I didn't say." He sullenly crumpled the paper into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

Zhao Shanhe chatted for a few more minutes with another of his former subordinates, telling him to work hard and live well here.

After explaining all this, he hurriedly went to the next place.

The members of the Sanjiang Stone Alliance were separated, and usually each person was left alone in an unfamiliar room.

Vulture was lucky to be assigned to the same room as another person.

After walking around the area, it was already evening.

Zhao Shanhe remembered his eldest grandson mentioning the amusement park, and he also wanted to learn more about the situation in the oil city.

So he took his family out of their home to stroll around the commercial area.

His youngest granddaughter held his hand, looking around excitedly.

The commercial district of the oil city was far more prosperous than anywhere else he had ever seen in the Three Rivers Stone Alliance.

Neon signs flickered in the night, and the shops on both sides of the street were brightly lit.

Long queues formed in front of the lamb skewer stalls, and the aroma of hot pot wafted across half the street.

There were also stalls selling potstickers, braised pork offal, stir-fries, and all sorts of other restaurants, one after another.

Many shops have signs hanging outside that read, "Added with Di-solidified protein crystals, safe to eat."

Zhao Shanhe noticed a poster on the door of a hot pot restaurant that read:

"All ingredients in our store are mutated crops and have been treated with sufficient crystals. Please feel free to consume them."

There was also a line of smaller print next to it: "Mutant crops have high yields and are more affordable. Everyone is welcome to try them."

"Grandpa, I want to eat that," the little granddaughter said, pointing to a stall selling candied hawthorns.

Zhao Shanhe walked over and asked, "How much is a skewer?"

The stall owner pointed to a small sign next to him: "0.5 points."

Zhao Shanhe took out a green points number card from his pocket. The stall owner took the card, swiped it on the third-generation portable card reader, and then handed the candied hawthorn to the little girl.

The little granddaughter took the candied hawthorn, took a bite, and her eyes narrowed with joy: "Grandpa, it's so delicious! What is this? It's so tasty!"

Zhao Shanhe patted her head: "This is called candied hawthorn. If you like it, eat more."

"Hahaha, Grandpa is so nice, MUA!" The little girl kissed Zhao Shanhe on the cheek.

Zhao Shanhe touched the residue on his face, put it in his mouth and tasted it. Hmm, it still tasted like the candied hawthorn before the apocalypse.

It still tastes like candied hawthorn before the apocalypse.

After walking a while, he passed a tattoo shop with various designs pasted on the glass door.

He continued walking and passed a hair styling shop where several young people were lined up at the door.

A bald man walked out of there, with a reddish dragon tattoo on his head.

A young woman waiting nearby was wearing a studded leather jacket, her arms were covered in tattoos, and she had dyed white hair.

Zhao Shanhe shuddered when he saw the white hair on her head and the nails all over her face.

Am I too old to keep up with the apocalyptic trend?

This oil city is so trendy!
This is even more exaggerated than what we saw before the apocalypse. His face is covered in nails. Doesn't it hurt?

Keep going.

He walked down another street and passed a movie theater.

The sign at the entrance reads "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" in large characters, and there's also a poster depicting the classic scene of Chow Yun-fat and Li Mu Bai.

Zhao Shanhe paused for a moment, then murmured, "This movie... used to be my favorite."

A passerby overheard his words and added:
"Oh my, this movie is shown every month, it's a classic. If you want to see it, there's another showing this Friday, and the ticket price is only two points."

Zhao Shanhe nodded and kept it in mind.

He continued walking and passed by the entrance of a brothel called Tingfenglou, where several young women, dressed provocatively, stood.

Black stockings
White sequined packaging
Some women were wearing cheongsams with very high slits, and with a slight movement, a glimpse of black could even be seen. These women were chatting and laughing with passing men.

Zhao Shanhe quickly grabbed his granddaughter's hand, covered her eyes with one hand, and hurried over.

"Grandpa, those older sisters are wearing so little!" the little granddaughter asked curiously.

Zhao Shanhe coughed and said, "Cough cough, stop looking. That's not a place for children."

He led his granddaughter into a busier street.

There were even more people on this street, with food stalls lined up one after another.

Someone was playing guitar and singing on the street, with a cardboard box in front of them that read, "Support original music, scan the QR code to tip."

Next to the stall was a card reader with the words "0.1 points" displayed on the screen.

Someone swiped their card, nodded, and called out with a big smile:
"Thank you for the generous donation! I wish you three sons and three daughters!"

Continue playing and singing.

It's simply fantastic.

"This actually works?" Zhao Shanhe was dumbfounded and stared for a long time before leaving.

He continued walking and came to a small alley with a shop specializing in the repair and renovation of old items at the entrance.

Several repaired leather jackets and a few pairs of old boots were hanging at the entrance, and customers were standing in line.

The boss was an old man wearing reading glasses, engrossed in mending a leather jacket.

"Grandpa, what kind of shop is this?" the little granddaughter asked, peeking out.

"A repair shop," Zhao Shanhe replied casually.

As they walked, another burst of lively sounds came from ahead.

As Zhao Shanhe approached, he saw the sign and realized that this was the arena the guide had mentioned during the day.

Even through the outer wall, he could hear cheers and shouts coming from inside, and he could vaguely hear someone yelling, "Kill him! Kill him!"

There was also a poster on the door, depicting a muscular boxer, with the words:

"This week's champion challenge will award the winner 100 points."

"What are they doing?" the granddaughter asked curiously.

Zhao Shanhe shook his head: "Children shouldn't watch fights."

He bypassed the arena and continued strolling through the streets, holding his granddaughter's hand.

Seeing many trash cans on the road and very little litter on the ground, he was somewhat moved:
The oil city is truly impressive; even the details are handled so well.

As I passed by a foot massage shop, I saw several elderly men sitting at the entrance, waiting in line.

A young man shouted through a megaphone:

"Cupping, scraping, and pedicures—all for just 0.7 points!"

After crossing the third street, he saw a small snack shop with a line of more than a dozen people outside.

He curiously went over for a look and discovered that it was selling potstickers.

The potstickers were fried until golden brown and crispy, with an irresistible aroma. The person in front of them bought eight, paid with points by card, and took them away.

When his granddaughter arrived, everything seemed new and exciting to her, and she kept asking to buy things. So, Zhao Shanhe queued up and bought a few potstickers, which he shared with his family on the roadside.

The little granddaughter's mouth was glistening with oil as she ate, and she danced with joy.

As he passed a barbecue stall, Zhao Shanhe stopped again.

The vendor was flipping a bunch of skewers over and over, the charcoal fire making the meat sizzle and ooze oil.

"Grandpa, I want to eat this!"

He patted his granddaughter's head and said, "Alright, alright, you can only eat one skewer. If you eat any more, your stomach will explode."

Just then, two middle-aged men walked across the street.

One of them was wearing old overalls and carrying a bag of packaged steamed buns, while the other was wearing a clean white shirt and holding several books.

As they passed each other, the man in the white shirt said to his companion, "The Ministry of Education has built another new school, and like before, it's free."

The man in old work clothes chimed in, "That's good. I'll sign my kid up then, so he won't cause any trouble at home."

How old is your son?

"Six years old."

"That's still quite small."

"It's easier to teach when they're young."

The two walked away as they talked.

Zhao Shanhe stood there listening, then glanced at his granddaughter beside him, and a thought struck him.

Since there are schools here, and they're free, they should be allowed to attend and integrate into the community.

He continued walking and stopped in front of a car repair shop.

A young man was squatting in front of an electric scooter, tightening screws.

There was an old man nearby, carrying a basket containing a few steamed buns, a packet of pickled vegetables, and a piece of cured meat, chatting with the repair shop owner.

"What are we having for dinner tonight?" the repair shop owner asked.

The old man replied, "Steamed buns and pickled vegetables."

"Would you like some meat?"

"Yes, I'll have some cured meat to satisfy my craving."

The repair shop owner smiled and said, "That's good."

Zhao Shanhe listened quietly, glanced at his little granddaughter beside him, then at the lamb skewers in his hand, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He touched the green points card in his pocket, thinking about the 50,000 points on it and how valuable those 50,000 points were.

Through tonight's spending, he roughly figured out what he could buy with one point.

He has 50,000 points, which makes him a rich man in Oil City!

With the assigned jobs, although the wages weren't much, the subsidies helped the eldest son and the others get jobs as well. This income was enough for the family to live a good life.

Seeing that he wasn't moving, his little granddaughter took his hand and asked, "Grandpa, are you tired? Do we want to keep walking?"

Zhao Shanhe glanced down at her and said, "Let's go shopping. Wherever you want to go, Grandpa will go with you."

"Hehe." The little granddaughter jumped up and down happily: "Grandpa, let's go take a look over there!"

She pulled Zhao Shanhe along and walked forward.

Just as he turned the corner, Zhao Shanhe paused.

Two people were sitting in the outdoor area of ​​an open-air bar on the street.

It was none other than Shen Yan and Xiao Qingshi.

Several glasses of wine were placed in front of the two men, and a dish of peanuts was on the table.

Zhao Shanhe was hesitating whether to greet him when he saw Gesang Dorje walking over from the street corner ahead, carrying two bags.

When Gesang Dorje saw him, he was taken aback for a moment, then greeted him with a smile: "Old Zhao, you're here to shop too?"

Zhao Shanhe nodded: "Bring your family out for a stroll."

Gesang Dorje looked at the little girl beside him, squatted down, and asked with a smile, "Little friend, what's your name?"

The little granddaughter answered crisply, "Zhao Tian."

"It sounds nice." Gesang Dorje smiled, stood up, and said to Zhao Shanhe, "Want to sit down together?"

Zhao Shanhe glanced at Shen Yan sitting in the bar next door and nodded.

He asked his eldest son to take his granddaughter to the snack stall next door to buy some things, and then he and Gesang Dorje walked to Shen Yan's table, pulled out chairs and sat down.

Shen Yan wasn't surprised that Gesang Dorje came over, because they had already met and made an appointment. Gesang Dorje was going to buy some things and would come back later.

He was somewhat surprised by Zhao Shanhe's appearance, since they hadn't made an appointment beforehand.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, Gesang, you two are here!"

Gesang Dorje laughed and said, "I just happened to see him, so I pulled him over."

"Sure, sure, shall we have a drink together?" Shen Yan said, pouring a glass of wine for the two of them.

The three clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

After a while, Shen Yan spoke first: "How was your trip today?"

Zhao Shanhe took a sip of wine, exhaled the fumes, and slowly said:
"Damn, this oil city is too bustling. I've been walking around all night and I've only walked a few streets. There are still so many places I haven't explored yet."

Gesang Dorje nodded:

"Yes, I just walked over from that street and saw more than a dozen food stalls. There were also pedicure shops, cupping and scraping shops, you name it."

Shen Yan nodded, looking at the neon-lit streets in the distance:

"It's very bustling; this place is wonderful."

Zhao Shanhe took another sip of wine and said, "It's even more prosperous than Duchang before the apocalypse."

He hesitated for a moment, then finished the wine in his glass, put it down, and said:

“I used to think I was doing pretty well in Sanjiang Shimeng, but now I realize I was just a frog in a well.”

Gesang Dorje also sighed: "Who can say otherwise?"

Shen Yan picked up his wine glass, looked at the clear yellow liquid inside, and slowly said, "Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it. Besides, the basic conditions here are so good, we're already enjoying ourselves."

When Zhao Shanhe heard Shen Yan say that, he mimicked Gesang Dorje's accent and said, "Who says it isn't true?"

Gesang Dorje laughed and scolded, "Don't imitate my accent, Lao Zhao, you better tell me!"

"What's 'gua'? Get lost?"

"Yes! Gua!"

Shen Yan raised his glass. "Let's continue drinking."

The three of them picked up their glasses and clinked them together.

The night breeze blew through the streets, and the voice of a resident singer drifted from afar.

The music from the bar mingled with the voices of people on the street.

The little granddaughter ran over with snacks, jumping around Zhao Shanhe and shouting, "Grandpa, I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep."

Zhao Shanhe patted her head and apologized to Shen Yan and Gesang Dorje:

"Sorry, that's all for today. I'll come back to talk to you tomorrow."

He stood up, took his granddaughter's hand, and walked into the night.

The streetlights stretched out in the distance, illuminating the entire street.

Shen Yan watched Zhao Shanhe's back as he led his granddaughter away, recalling his past struggles with Zhao Shanhe. That fat old man Zhao Shanhe was very cunning and had a very low bottom line.

but.
He seems to be a good grandfather, and quite kind to his family.

(End of this chapter)