Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Zhang Yujie didn't know if he was angry, so he slammed the car door.The door of the car opened, but it also "clicked" out of the car body and fell to the ground. It seems that the car is indeed old.

Zhang Yujie jumped out of the car at once, just as Zhao Wusheng got down.Zhang Yujie stammered, "Boss, I... I didn't do it on purpose."

"It's okay." Zhao Wusheng beckoned, and I got down too. The three of us lifted the car door together, and installed the door under Zhao Wusheng's command.It seems that Zhao Wusheng is used to dealing with such problems.

I paid attention to the surrounding environment. The car was parked next to a dilapidated private house. The private house was made of blue bricks, and there were some slogans that are common in rural areas painted on it. "etc.

This mountain road is extremely remote, and there are no lights on the house from top to bottom, and a house suddenly popped out, which is really unimaginable. No matter who passes by here, they will not think that there are still people living here. [

But the fact is true, the private house stands in the dark, without any popularity, like a lonely bunker.

I think this should be a secret stronghold of Zhao Wusheng, maybe he has hidden something in it.

Zhao Wusheng led us to the main entrance and knocked on the door.The door was wooden and must have been locked from the inside.

Is there anyone else in here? !I suddenly became nervous. In this barren mountain, there is no water and no electricity. How do the people in it live?All of a sudden, images of countless savages appeared in my mind, and with the cold wind blowing, I was a little shivering.

Zhang Yujie next to him looked fearless and numb. He only knew that he was following Zhao Wusheng, like a walking dead, without the slightest expression.

"Who?" Sure enough, a voice sounded from inside, and it sounded like a rural dialect.

"Me." Zhao Wusheng said in a low voice.

After a while, the door opened, and an old farmer about 40 years old appeared in front of us.

"Only you?" Zhao Wusheng asked.

"No." The old farmer continued speaking in dialect with a strong accent, "He's still inside, looking at that person."

"Okay, take us there." Zhao Wusheng nodded.