My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 744 Inviting the enemy into a trap?

What Wei Dong found most difficult to understand was why this old man was so eager to help him make a name for himself. Was it because he had already shortened his lifespan and wanted to retire, or did he have other motives?

Aside from knowing that Hong Kong indeed has deep-rooted feng shui customs, the old security guard with the broken hand was unaware of the life story of this Uncle Cheng.

I just felt that a shrewd old fox wouldn't submit so easily.

Of course, both of them tacitly agreed never to inquire about the other's supposed ability to predict the future.

This made Wei Dong stop pressing the issue, and he had his own confidence.

After seeing Liang Jiahui and his group off, Qin Zhiming took care of the reception arrangements in Shanghai. Meanwhile, the two fortune tellers flew to Chengdu, where Han Guobin picked them up in a black 212.

In fact, Quanzhen Qizi Touma, who is the legal representative and wholly-owned owner of the Rongdu branch and a shareholder of Aix Audio Electronics Company, has made a lot of money quietly in the past two years.

He opened four or five hot pot restaurants and skewers shops, and lived a very comfortable life in Chengdu, a city where people, even if they don't have much money, prefer to enjoy life.

He spoke with a fairly fluent Chengdu accent: "Great! The people Yuemei sent me have already found a hotel location. The biggest project this year is to get this budget hotel up and running. It's sure to be a huge success in Chengdu."

Wei Dong, sitting in the passenger seat, saw the large, clearly visible knife scar on his hand, and the broad, thick face of the man from the north had a horrifying scar on the side of his face.

She felt both heartache and worry: "I used to hear that young people shouldn't go to Sichuan. When I came to develop Chengdu, I also felt that the college students here didn't have that much drive. In the past two years... Chengdu's development has lagged far behind Shanghai, Guangzhou, and even Jiangnan. You can't let yourself be left behind in this magnificent wave."

Han Guobin, who was two years older than him, paused for a moment while gripping the steering wheel, then slowly nodded and reached out to pat Rang Weidong's hand: "Thank you, boss... I have indeed been enjoying a bit of a comfortable life."

After Wei Dong explained, he stopped elaborating: "You'll have to figure out the specifics yourself. I really appreciate He Yuemei's decision to use Yuezhou as a bridgehead to expand into a nationwide chain of hotels. Yuezhou isn't as large-scale as Pengzhou or Jiangzhou in terms of manufacturing, and its international shipping isn't as good as Shanghai or Pengzhou. Its policy advantages aren't as obvious as Beijing or Pengzhou either. That's why she chose this location for development. As for Rongdu, you need to think it over carefully."

Han Guobin, still able to read between the lines, remarked, "Oh, boss, you've elevated Pengzhen's status quite a bit now, haven't you?"

Rang Weidong said, "The fact that there are two chip factories in Pengzhen is important enough. The key is that we feel there are some problems with the opening up of the city. So we are exploring two different models. All the garment factories and electronics factories will move to the Pengzhen West District to enter the industrial park. At this stage, after meeting the basic needs of the mainland, we must try our best to sell overseas and strive to enter the international market. That is our main direction."

Han Guobin immediately felt ashamed: "What you said makes me feel uneasy. Everyone is working together to carry out a major campaign, but I am still too narrow-minded."

Wei Dong nodded happily: "It's good that you understand. If you hurry up, you can still participate. At this stage, we need to do our best to recruit college students and intellectuals to participate in various pioneering works. I believe that as the eldest of the seven earliest people in Pingjing, you can definitely set an example for everyone."

Sitting in the back, Cheng Lang wanted to close his eyes to listen to and ponder the conversation, but he couldn't help but look at the various scenes passing by outside.

Furthermore, the backrest of the 212 only reaches the waist, so there's no way to rest your head on it.

It's hard to calm down.

Han Guobin did indeed feel a strong sense of urgency that time was of the essence.

After driving back to the city, I briefly introduced the current situation of several companies working together in the former guesthouse of a third-line factory, and immediately convened a meeting with everyone.

Instead of getting involved in the specific management, Wei Dong drove this 212 and went with the old man.

Cheng Lang didn't get out of the car; he just greedily took in the seemingly unchanged yet completely different scenery outside through the car window.

He showed Wei Dong his Tang suit with its dark patterned front opening: "Your clothes have a capitalist vibe to them, you need to change them."

Since the city center's bustling main streets weren't showcasing the achievements of the new era's development, Wei Dong felt there wasn't much to see.

However, it is obvious that the atmosphere in Chengdu has loosened up compared to the previous two years. Every street has privately owned restaurants, tea shops, and clothing stores, and snacks are readily available everywhere.

It truly lives up to the relaxed attitude characteristic of people from Chengdu.

So he randomly picked a roadside shop and, somewhat mischievously, bought Cheng Lang a Zhongshan suit, while he himself changed out of his HK jacket and into a common collarless military uniform.

Cheng Lang didn't care; let him do whatever he wanted.

212 left the city and headed straight northeast.

Before highways, the distance was not short.

The two traveled along a highway that mostly led through suburban fields, passing through several towns and counties. Suddenly, in the twilight, they felt a mountain range rise abruptly from the plains, indicating that they were approaching Mount Qingcheng, one of the Five Immortal Mountains.

Without navigation or a map, they relied entirely on their sweet talk and asking questions. The road signs were quite clear, which amazed Wei Dong, who had never been here before.

The unique scenery of standing on a plain and suddenly seeing layers of mountains in front of you easily evokes a sense of longing: "It's dinner time, should we go into the mountains now?"

Unexpectedly, after peering out and observing, the top-notch feng shui master indicated that they should not go into the mountains, but instead walk west along the road in front of the mountains.

Having switched to the passenger seat, he no longer needed a compass to guide him. With constant adjustments, they drove for about ten kilometers until they came upon a small town with wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys, nestled at the foot of a range of mountains, beside a stream flowing from the mountains…

The top-rated feng shui master was instantly moved to tears.

Even without understanding feng shui, Wei Dong could tell that this place was filled with the atmosphere of a secluded paradise nestled against the mountains and by the water, which subtly matched some saying.

In 1987, the modern housing reform led by Wei Dong had not yet extended its reach to these rural areas.

Therefore, most of them are brick and wood mixed buildings, and most of them have even retained the mortise and tenon wooden structure that has been around for thousands of years. They are so antique that they seem to have been completely unaffected by the outside world.

Sichuan is a relatively isolated basin, and this ancient town, located near the edge of the western mountains, is even quieter, seemingly unchanged. He had Wei Dong park the car at the town entrance to confirm that the Type 77 rifle sent to him from Yuezhou Airport was indeed on his waist.

He unbuttoned his military jacket before getting out of the car and curiously examined the stone pagoda, which was over ten meters tall. Its exquisite body was covered with carvings of landscapes, flowers, birds, and poems.

The man in the Zhongshan suit, leaning on his cane, slowly got off the bus: "The green tiles remind me of the rain of yesteryear, the red umbrellas in the deep alleys are deserted. This is the Pagoda for Cherishing Words. The ancients believed that words had a spirit, and that carelessly discarding written paper would damage one's virtue. Therefore, they collected and burned these papers to accumulate merit."

Wei Dong understood: "It's the same trick you used to give the rich secrets, hoping they would treat the people well and accumulate merit. Unfortunately, capitalists will never give away their wealth voluntarily. Even if they occasionally have a change of heart, it will be snatched away by dogs, hahaha."

The reason there are taxes is precisely because people don't believe in such claims and must follow the rules.

Cheng Lang didn't argue and walked into the stone-paved street next to him.

As night fell, children carrying schoolbags ran past shouting, but they still went around the elderly man with the cane.

Even more delightful is the cheerful old man, accompanied by the calls of his youngest child coming home for dinner, and the second sister calling out from somewhere.

It is so vibrant that it seems as if those changes of the past have never left a trace.

So Cheng Lang took a deep breath and turned to leave the town.

Wei Dong was very surprised and followed up, asking, "Isn't this your hometown? Don't you want to go back and visit?"

Cheng Lang shook his head: "I used to, but I haven't had any relatives since I left in 1949."

Wei Dong realized something: you're probably a remnant of the rebellion that was suppressed.

But he didn't say much, took a taxi and left, still thinking about which county or town he had just passed through to stay in, or whether to drive straight back to the city, which was 60 or 70 kilometers away.

However, after walking two or three kilometers back, Cheng Lang suddenly gestured: "Left, go in."

Wei Dong looked at the dirt road beside the highway with surprise: "Are you sure?"

Cheng Lang nodded: "Nothing has changed."

In fact, from 1949 to 1987, in less than forty years, the changes in the entire inland area, especially in counties and townships, were not significant.

Apart from adjustments to farmland irrigation, rural buildings and roads are still in a primitive state typical of a major agricultural country.

Wei Dong touched his waist with his elbow to confirm it was there before he took the steering wheel and slowly drove into the mountain road with dense forests on both sides.

In the valley between the two mountains, it was already dark, and there was a sudden, overwhelming pressure from all around.

Wei Dong was starting to have doubts. Could it be that you're some kind of National Salvation Army launching a counterattack against the mainland, secretly hiding guns and ammunition in the mountains to organize a guerrilla war?

Then the deputy director of the third-line factory might arrest you to gain merit.

It's actually not far. The mountain road is well-maintained and has been consistently used by people. It's not wide but very flat, and it's about 1.5 kilometers long. There's even a wide enough place to turn around.

Under the dim headlights, you could see that the surrounding area was full of lush, towering trees.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I could see the steps leading to the entrance of a Taoist temple.

Wei Dong now felt that the Tang Monk and his disciples had come here on their pilgrimage to the West and were knocking on the mountain gate to ask for some food, drink and lodging. He thought that this desolate mountain wilderness was probably a monster's cave!
No wonder he had so many thoughts running through his mind; in fact, Wei Dong had never experienced anything like this in his two lifetimes and over sixty years.

Cheng Lang didn't instruct him to go; he picked up his cane and walked over shakily, even though he was as light as a feather at the airport.

He was already overwhelmed with emotion, and finally tapped the end of his cane on the mottled wooden door, then slowly knelt down in front of the door, stroking the stone steps.

Wei Dong was told not to help, but to stand quietly behind and watch.

Try to figure out what kind of emotions and thoughts this old man is going through.

Before long, a Taoist priest creaked open the door and peered out to ask a question, much like the boy peeking out in Journey to the West.

But Cheng Lang clearly didn't need to fight; he simply whispered something.

The middle-aged Taoist priest opened the door and ran inside to report.

This Taoist temple, hidden in the mountains... or rather, not too deep in the mountains, suddenly lit up!
It wasn't because of any magical artifacts, but because almost all the lights in the houses and palaces were on.

With the mountain gate wide open, one could see several figures appearing in front of the main hall.

It looked like a demon or monster had set up a formation.

But then, Cheng Lang, who had struggled to his feet, bowed and extended his hands, gesturing for him to enter like a hotel greeter…

What's going on here?!

(End of this chapter)