Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The final result of the driver change was that Wu Xie received an unexpected message.

Zhang Haike: This was our mistake. We will bring people to apologize when we have time.

This was the nth time Wu Xie felt like he'd been tricked. He knew this man's real intentions weren't what they seemed; his main purpose wasn't to apologize, but to come to his door. Whether it was for Xiao Ge or Ming Chao, he didn't know, or perhaps both.

Wu Xie has always kept his distance from the Zhang family, and if it weren't for Xiao Ge, they probably would never have crossed paths in their lives. Now, with the even more unpredictable Ming Dynasty added to the mix, things seem to be getting more and more complicated.

As Wu Xie lay on the bamboo recliner, resting with his eyes closed, he suddenly heard a series of clanging sounds. He opened his eyes and saw a pink figure.

"Young Master, what do you think? Does it look good?"

As he spoke, Wu Xie's gaze focused on the girl. In the morning light, she was dressed in a pink Hanfu dress, with flowers adorning her high bun and exquisite makeup. Standing there, she resembled a flower goddess descended to earth.

A gust of wind happened to blow by, causing the wind chimes on the eaves to sway slightly, and the tassels and hem of the girl's skirt to ripple, making her look delicate and lively.

After dinner last night, Shen Mingchao said she found a scenic spot with the Tyndall effect online, which is nearby and has a big banyan tree. She wanted to wear Hanfu (traditional Han clothing) there to take photos.

Wu Xie knew where Shen Mingchao was referring to. He checked the weather forecast and suggested that they go early in the morning to avoid the photography enthusiasts who went to take pictures of the sunset in the evening.

As Wu Xie was about to offer some praise, he saw Shen Mingchao lift her skirt and run into the sunlight.

"Idol, you're back!"

Since arriving in Yucun, Zhang Qiyu has developed a habit of patrolling the mountains. He goes before dawn and returns just before breakfast, which is considered a form of exercise for the Zhang family.

After a quick breakfast, the group was driven by Wu Xie to the Big Banyan Tree scenic spot, where a crowd had already gathered. They were lucky enough to witness a beam of light shooting out from the clouds, with countless tiny points of light swirling within it, creating a flowing golden waterfall that resembled holy light.

It was autumn, and the leaves of the banyan tree were golden yellow, perfectly complementing Shen Mingchao's attire. She handed the camera to Wu Xie, asking him to take a picture for her.

Wu Xie, who once entered Gutongjing under the alias of Guan Gen and the false identity of a photographer, had some experience in photography. Although he couldn't compare to a professional photographer, he was still good at taking portrait photos. At least he was more reliable than the other two people present; Shen Mingchao had picked his people quite well.

Wu Xie looked at the camera and directed, "Move your whole body a little to the right."

Shen Mingchao took a small step to the right: "Like this?"

"Yes, raise your hand a little higher. Okay, no problem, just like that, very good."

Seeing the two working together seamlessly, the fat man ate the nougat made by Shen Mingchao and sighed to the person next to him, "Brother, things are really comfortable now. A few years ago, I wouldn't have dared to even dream of this kind of life."

Zhang Qilin silently ate the nougat, the sweetness spreading on his tongue, his eyes full of gentleness.

With the long-standing pressure on his shoulders temporarily relieved, he just wanted to freeze time in this moment.

After shooting for about half an hour, Shen Mingchao was extremely satisfied after looking at all the photos on the camera. He hadn't had high hopes, but Wu Xie's skills were surprisingly good.

She exclaimed with emotion, "Young Master, you're practically the god of photography from ancient Greece!"

Wu Xie didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from knowing what Shen Mingchao meant. He smiled and asked, "Want to take a few more pictures? You finally got into character."

Shen Mingchao shook his head. "No need, I have something else to do."

"What is it?"

Shen Mingchao chuckled and took out a bunch of custom-made fans from her bag. Under the watchful eyes of the Iron Triangle, she boldly rushed into the crowd and started handing out fans to the tourists.

Wu Xie picked up the fan and looked at it with Fatty and the others. They found that Xi Lai Mian's GG was printed on it, and he smiled.

"Mingchao told me a few days ago that he wanted to help with publicity, like being a ground promoter. So that's what he meant."

Perhaps it was because Fujian was really hot, or perhaps it was because Shen Mingchao was so nice, but the fans she had ordered were quickly distributed. After returning to her village house, she was still regretting it, saying that if she had known they would be so easy to distribute, she would have ordered more.

The fat man responded cheerfully, saying that he would go on offline promotions with Shen Mingchao next time.

Wu Xie's face stiffened upon hearing this, and he thought to himself, "Fatty, you really can't compare to Ming Chao. Sometimes looks really are the truth. If we're going to send someone, we should send Xiao Ge."

But these words were too hurtful to their brotherhood, so Wu Xie didn't say them out loud. He only told Shen Mingchao that she didn't need to worry about Xilaimian's business and that she should just focus on her studies. He said they would take care of the publicity and marketing.

Shen Mingchao asked curiously, "What arrangements?"

Wu Xie: "Playing mahjong."

Shen Mingchao: "Huh?"

Our promotional method is quite unique, Young Master San.

The fat man on the other side sighed: "On opening day, I wanted to follow the trend and wear a mascot costume to attract customers, but Tianzhen rejected it outright, saying it was too hot."

He slapped his thigh in regret: "Alas, how naive! If only I had listened to you back then, put on a lucky cat costume and stood at the door, wouldn't the threshold of Xilaimian have been worn down by the crowds?"

Wu Xie glared at him: "Fatty, if one of us has to sacrifice our image to attract customers, I can order a doll set for you right now."

"I'm an expert in this area." Upon hearing this, Shen Mingchao got excited. She had done a lot of cosplay back in the day, and she took out her phone, looking eager to try it out.

"No, are you serious?"

The fat man was dumbfounded. He was just rambling on in his habit, but he didn't expect these two to be so serious. In case he was really forced into something, he quickly tried to salvage the situation.

"If you're talking about sacrificing your image to attract customers, having me, Fatty, wear a mascot costume is less effective than just putting your guy up at the door. What did that girl say the other day? Oh right, right, as long as you have your image, you're set!"

Shen Mingchao looked at him with sympathy and kindly reminded him, "Fatty, shouldn't you look at how your idol is looking at you?"

The fat man broke out in a cold sweat after just one glance. He immediately changed the subject and started rambling on and on with Shen Mingchao.

He said he would make her stone pot chicken that night and even gave her a lesson, saying it was a famous Tibetan dish. He said that when they went to Motuo, they were amazed when they first ate it. It was a new dish at Xilaimian Restaurant, and he wanted her to try it.

Shen Mingchao's curiosity was piqued, and she kept pestering the fat man to tell her more about their stories in Motuo.

Medog...

Mentioning this place inevitably brings Zhang Haike to mind. This man claims he's coming to apologize, but who knows what ulterior motives he might be plotting? The Zhang family's affairs are always rather complicated, and he personally doesn't want to get too involved.

"Young Master, idol, what are you all daydreaming about? Come quick, Fatty says the stone pot chicken is ready!"

A bright young girl inside the door was waving at them.

Wu Xie smiled and responded, then stepped into the courtyard. The sunlight fell on his shoulders, warm and pleasant.

That's fine, we'll deal with whatever comes our way.