Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

What are the Zhang family doing?

Apart from the clan leader and Zhang Rishan, they were actually nearby the whole time, but they didn't show themselves in person.

Unlike those reckless younger generations, they are not so sensitive to time and are good at using time to calm things down.

Let the younger generation charge ahead, becoming cannon fodder, while they remain hidden, accumulating experience from their rivals' failures. When the time is right, they will then deduce and plan step by step, slowly paving a true path to success.

in other words.

The Zhang family never fights a battle unprepared.

In the park of the residential area, there was an inconspicuous chessboard table. On the left sat an old man in a gray shirt, and on the right sat an old man in a black shirt. They seemed to be playing chess, while a middle-aged woman in a pink shirt sat watching the game.

Zhang Haike held his phone in his aged hands, glanced at the message, and clicked his tongue: "Damn it, we were careless. We shouldn't have let that kid Qi Qiu in."

Zhang Qianjun was stunned when he heard this, and quickly checked his phone. When he saw the post on his WeChat Moments, he couldn't help but slam his fist on the table.

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"No, weren't those people like moths to a flame, one after another they were all dealt with and turned away? I reckon it'll take at least a year or two for Ming Chao to calm down! I'm prepared for a protracted battle, so what makes this kid think he can? Just because he's the youngest?"

Zhang Qianjun, with his old-man face, started chattering like firecrackers, creating an instant sense of incongruity.

This attracted the attention of several passersby.

Zhang Haiyan, dressed as an older woman, nudged Zhang Qianjun with her elbow: "Watch your image, your voice is giving you away!"

Zhang Qianjun rolled his eyes and retorted, "We're all old folks now, what do we need to worry about our image?"

"Alright, is that the point?" Zhang Haike interrupted, then said with a serious expression, "No, we can't keep tolerating this. If we let a kid who's just come of age take the lead, all our years will have been for nothing."

"fine."

Zhang Haiyan casually put down her phone, which had a picture of vibrant purple and red flowers on the back, a confident smile on her face, and gave the two of them an OK sign.

"I have successfully called for reinforcements."

"The clan chief?" Zhang Haike asked with some concern, "Even if you summon the clan chief, it won't make a difference. He's in the same situation as us. If he had a solution, would he still be holed up in Rain Village?"

Looking at Zhang Haiyan's expression, Zhang Qianjun gasped and asked, "Could it be her? You called her here?"

Zhang Haiyan smiled and said, "Yes, it's her. I saw that Mingchao is quite close to that girl from the Huo family. If men don't work, let's try women."

Zhang Haike suddenly realized: "That really works!"

What Zhang Haike and his two companions didn't know was that they weren't the only ones with the idea of ​​receiving outside help; there was also Zhang Rishan, who came from the same family and shared the same thoughts.

the other side.

Crescent Moon Hotel, Yin Nanfeng's office.

Yin Nanfeng looked at Zhang Rishan, who was hobbling in with a cane, and said, "You old geezer, why are you running around if your legs aren't working?"

"Sigh." Zhang Rishan sighed slowly, then chuckled meaningfully before recounting the events in detail.

"I have no other choice, Nanfeng. For the sake of the fact that I raised you from childhood, could you—"

"Stop!" Yin Nanfeng shook his head and refused. "I'm not familiar with her, how can I ask her out? Besides, you old man, you want to eat young grass, why should I help you ask her out? I'm very busy, okay?"

Zhang Rishan smirked: "Nanfeng, aren't you being a bit ungrateful?"

"What old ties? The little bit of kindness you showed me by raising you isn't enough for me to let you eat, drink, and stay at the New Moon Hotel for free!"

Yin Nanfeng also lost his patience and reached out to shoo them away: "Go away, go away, don't get in my way."

Seeing this, Zhang Rishan sighed and had no choice but to use his trump card, bringing out Yin Nanfeng's great-aunt.

"When Madam was alive, she mentioned my marriage to the Buddha more than once."

"Later, the situation became turbulent and the war became more intense. Everyone was busy fighting, and no one had the mind to care about these things. So the matter was delayed."

"When Madam got older, she mentioned it a few times. I suppose it became an unresolved regret in your great-aunt's heart."

The "wife" Zhang Rishan mentioned is Zhang Qishan's first wife, Yin Xinyue, the eldest daughter of the New Moon Hotel, who is also Yin Nanfeng's great-aunt.

Because of their kinship, Yin Nanfeng was unconsciously moved when Zhang Rishan mentioned Yin Xinyue.

Zhang Rishan noticed Yin Nanfeng's hesitation and quickly pressed his advantage: "Alas, Madam is clever and kind-hearted. If she were still alive, she would definitely care about this matter and would not be able to bear seeing me lonely and helpless, growing old alone."

Yin Nanfeng: "........"

At this moment, the look in someone's eyes that wants to kill them cannot be hidden.

Out of respect for her great-aunt, she remained silent for a moment before relenting: "I can try, but there's one thing I still don't understand. According to the information I've gathered, this matter is truly absurd. Can you give me a reasonable explanation?"

Zhang Rishan knew what Yin Nanfeng was wondering about, but given the precedent set by Wu Xie and the others, he naturally couldn't follow in their footsteps, so he shook his head.

"This matter is extremely complicated and should not be easily disclosed, so do not delve into it. What you need to know, you will know in due time."

"And I was just going with the flow, accepting the consequences, and trying my luck with fate."

Yin Nanfeng asked curiously, "What destiny?"

Zhang Rishan lowered his head and fed the koi in the water tank, saying, "Eighth Master said I was destined to be lonely, but now my fate has finally taken a turn for the better."

"Is she the turning point?" Yin Nanfeng asked.

Zhang Rishan looked up, his gaze suddenly softening: "It can only be her."

"In that case, I have no choice but to help." Yin Nanfeng sighed, finally swayed by the words. As Zhang Rishan was about to leave, she remembered something and spoke again: "Wait, there's one more thing."

Zhang Rishan stopped in his tracks, turned to the side, and asked, "What is it?"

"And what's wrong with Luo Que? I won't press you if you don't tell me your own situation, but Luo Que is a waiter I found and raised at the New Moon Hotel. Shouldn't I at least know something about his story?"

Yin Nanfeng wasn't unaware of the situation, but she hadn't originally intended to interfere. How could she possibly manage one or two grown people, especially when it concerned their private affairs?

Luo Que has indeed been acting very strangely lately.

Yin Nanfeng picked up an account book from the table and said, "Do you know how many cups he has broken this month? They may not be very valuable, but even small things cost money."

"Just deduct the loss from his account," Zhang Rishan chuckled, offering a suggestion: "If all else fails, give him a few days off. This bird has become too wild and its wings have hardened; the Crescent Hotel might not be able to contain him anymore."

"Let him go and find the master he desires."