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Chapter 82: Was it really just a war of words?

Yang Guang closed his eyes.

Row.

That makes a lot of sense.

His logic is so self-consistent that it makes you want to punch him.

Yang Guang gritted his teeth, pulled out the broken phone with three cracks in the screen, and poked at it with his finger for a long time.

Three thousand yuan was transferred.

Heart is bleeding.

I've already paid 42 yuan for transportation since I left home today, and now I'm paying another 3,000 yuan.

Yang Guang is just a walking ATM, isn't he?

As soon as Chu Sheng's phone beeped with the notification that the money had been deposited, his small eyes narrowed into slits.

"Enough! Enough!"

"Big brother, you're such a good person!"

Yang Guang coldly put his phone back in his pocket and casually added the contact information: "The money is enough for your round-trip fare. Message me when you get there, and let me know in advance when you're coming back."

"Received!"

As Chu Sheng responded, he rummaged in his pocket for a while and pulled out a flattened white steamed bun.

I don't know how long I'd kept it in my pocket; the outer layer had hardened.

He stared at the steamed bun for two seconds, and then his nose suddenly stung with tears.

His lips trembled.

Then he took a big, hard bite.

One bite, and half a steamed bun was gone.

The second bite.

He stuffed the whole steamed bun into his mouth.

His cheeks were bulging so much they looked like they were about to burst, and he chewed furiously up and down with his chin.

It was swallowed clean in less than ten seconds.

Turning grief and anger into food is truly taking this path to the extreme.

After Chu Sheng finished chewing the last bite, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and waved to Yang Guang.

"Big brother, wait for me!"

"I'll be back soon!"

Done.

Weighing around 200 pounds, he turned and started walking down the mountain, taking big, fast strides, his hips swaying as he went, like a bouncy ball going downhill.

Yang Guang stood there, watching the round, chubby figure grow smaller and smaller as it disappeared into the distance.

He glanced down at his bank account balance.

Another three thousand are gone.

How much can this fat guy eat in one meal?

With his size, he needs to eat three meals a day for at least five people, right?

The cost of raising a Chu Sheng is probably higher than raising a fool.

No.

We need to make more money.

Upon thinking of this, Yang Guang suddenly slapped his thigh.

Jiang Siyu!

That's a huge order worth 200,000!

If Yang Guang doesn't get this money, he'll have to rely on the free soup from the cafeteria to survive this year.

Yang Guang glanced back at the filled-in mound of earth.

The old monk's Buddhist power has seeped into the earth's veins, making the entire area extremely stable.

There's nothing to worry about in the short term.

"I'm gone."

"You carry it for now, I need to prepare this thing properly. I'll dig you out when I get back."

Yang Guang slung his bag over his shoulder and strode down the mountain.

Er Lengzi finally shuffled over from ten meters away, tail between his legs, his two heterochromatic eyes darting around, looking like a guilty thief.

Yang Guang took two steps and then suddenly stopped.

He slowly turned around.

Staring at Er Lengzi.

Er Lengzi froze.

Yang Guang raised his foot and kicked Er Lengzi in the butt.

It wasn't very forceful, but it was extremely insulting.

"You coward!"

"Was it that scary just now?"

"A dog that claims to be fearless is afraid of something that hasn't even crawled out yet?"

"And you even tried to shove your head down my pants?"

"What you did was utterly despicable!"

Er Lengzi was kicked and lurched forward two steps. After getting up, he looked up at Yang Guang with an innocent expression.

"Father Yang, do you think I, Yang Erlengzi, am such a dog who would easily back down?"

"But you can't blame me, that thing really scared the dog."

Yang Guang froze, looking at it in astonishment, and asked, "Wait a minute."

"What did you just say?"

"I was saying that thing was really scary..."

"That's not it!"

Yang Guang grabbed Er Lengzi's ear: "That sentence from before!"

What do you call yourself?

Er Lengzi tilted his head, looking completely matter-of-fact: "Yang Er Lengzi."

Yang Guang's face darkened: "What the hell do you mean, you call yourself Yang Erlengzi?"

"Who gave you permission to use the surname Yang?"

Er Lengzi shook his ears and broke free from Yang Guang's grasp.

He plopped down on the ground, put his two front paws together, and said with a clear and self-righteous expression, "I've already called you Father Yang, so of course I have to take your surname, Yang."

"Could I possibly have the surname 'Light'?"

"Guang Erlengzi?"

"That sounds awful!"

It tilted its head.

In its two heterochromatic eyes shone a sincerity that made Yang Guang want to throw it off the mountain.

Yang Guang stared at the dog for a full five seconds.

He now seriously suspects that he might have owed the whole world a debt in his past life.

Not only will I have to clean up my dad's messes and do good deeds in this life, but I'll also have to be recognized as a father by a husky.

First, there was the school beauty's daughter.

Then there was the 200-pound fat monk.

Now even dogs are here.

Yang Guang was eighteen years old, unmarried and childless, and had never even held a girl's hand.

As a result, you already have a daughter, a younger brother, and a "son" by your side. Is that alright?

Yang Guang stood up, faced the sky, and closed his eyes.

He just wants to ask God one question right now.

How many surprises did his father, whom he had never met, still have in store for him?

"Let's go!"

Yang Guang put his hands back in his pockets and strode down the mountain.

Er Lengzi skipped along, muttering, "Dad Yang, could we buy a bone on our way back?"

"That beef bone just fell up the mountain..."

"Shut up!"

Er Lengzi's tail instantly turned into a propeller, and he followed Yang Guang down the mountain, his four legs moving happily.

Because it firmly believed that Yang Guang would definitely buy it for it.

Maybe it will even come with meat.

The two men and the dog walked down the overgrown path behind the cemetery, with Yang Guang planning their next steps as they went.

Go find Jiang Siyu first and get her job done.

After receiving this money, I felt a little more confident.

Just then, a very loud argument broke out from around the bend in the mountainside.

The commotion was ridiculously loud.

The echo could be heard throughout the entire back hill of the cemetery, as if two people were shouting into a megaphone.

Yang Guang paused for a moment.

He listened for two seconds.

Ok?

That voice... that breath control... that unique rhythm when arguing, the way each swear word is pronounced with such intonation and intonation...

No way?

Yang Guang quickened his pace, walked around a clump of bushes, and suddenly his view opened up.

At the fork in the main road of the cemetery, two old men were standing face to face.

There was less than half a meter between them.

The one on the left was wearing a double-breasted jacket with two patches, yellow rubber shoes with open toes, and a string of tags around his neck that he probably found at some street stall.

Who else could it be but Jia Youcai?

The one on the right is a Taoist priest.

He was about the same age as Jia Youcai, around sixty or nearly seventy.

His gray-white Taoist robe was quite clean, his hair was tied in a crooked bun, and he was holding a peach wood sword in his hand.

The paint on the peach wood sword had mostly worn off, and there was a supermarket promotional label that had been torn in half pasted on the blade.

Good guy.

These two elderly comrades, whose combined age is over 130, are currently engaged in a truly spectacular war of words.

It's not a verbal battle in the rhetorical sense.

It means literally.

Jia Youcai spat at the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest immediately returned the toast.

Not to be outdone, Jia Youcai spat again.