Chapter 969: Little Northeast

"Little Northeast, look at this room, how is it? Facing south, not damp at all, and the room is spacious. As for cooking, it's in the hall outside. Everyone cooks outside. Fifty yuan a month. I see you have a thick and honest face, so pay monthly, and I don't want your deposit. Oh, it's hard for you to be thirty years old, your parents died early, and you have no wife or children, running so far away from home, this is really..."

The old wooden floor creaked as people stepped on it. Ge Laoshi, who was slightly hunched over and wearing glasses, trying his best to speak Mandarin, opened the door of this south-facing room.

At this time, it was near noon. Under the action of dust, the sunlight had the shape of light, spilling on the dark red and decaying floor. The light also shone to the door, illuminating Ge Laoshi who was in the hall of the corridor. Of course, it also illuminated the "Little Northeast" he was greeting next to him.

He had a middle-part long hair that was quite popular in these years, but the hair looked quite messy and was not carefully groomed. He wore a loose white half-sleeve shirt on his upper body, a gray jacket on the outside, a pair of pulp-washed white military trousers on his lower body, and a pair of slightly dirty handmade cloth shoes on his feet. He held a bag that was not big or small in his hand, and it was obvious at a glance that it was heavy, and all his belongings were in this bag.

The hair hung down, covering his eyes, making him very uncomfortable. Wang Yan reached back and pulled it, walked into the room, and said with a smile: "Ge Laoshi, you know I'm thirty years old, and you still call me Little Northeast?"

"What's wrong? I tell you, I am fifty-five this year, and I can be your father. Are you unhappy that I call you Little Northeast?" Ge Laoshi followed into the room, muttering, "It's just that I see you are destined, and you are as helpless as me, otherwise I wouldn't rent you the house, do you know?"

"I know, thank you Ge Laoshi for your care." Wang Yan nodded with a smile, took out a wallet from his pocket, and took out money, "Just live in this room, Ge Laoshi, this is one hundred yuan, for the first two months."

"You just came, looking at you like this, you don't have much money..."

"There are still some, I will definitely find a job, the money is enough."

Seeing Wang Yan smiling and not looking like he was in trouble, Ge Laoshi took the money: "Then I will take it first. If you don't live here, I will return the money to you then."

"Ge Laoshi is so pessimistic about me?"

"I heard a sentence, very reasonable, and now I tell you. People with ability will not be too bad anywhere. You, people are tall and big, I see you have strength..."

Wang Yan laughed, waved his hand to interrupt his words: "I understand, Ge Laoshi, you are saying I am lazy. I can't even mix in the Northeast, and running to this Shanghai, I am even worse because I am not familiar with the place."

"Hey." Ge Laoshi waved his hand repeatedly, "This is what you said yourself, I didn't say it."

"It doesn't matter if you say it. What's the big deal? Whether it works or not, it's useless to say, it depends on doing. Only when I also have a big brother phone and drive a Santana, that is proving my ability is strong."

"That's the truth, you are a sensible person, Little Northeast."

Ge Laoshi said, "I recently met a person, his name is Boss Abao, people call him President Bao. His friend rented my shop to open a restaurant, and he came to decorate it. As a result, a woman named Lingzi came back from Japan a few days ago. This woman is the boss. Oh, I tell you, this President Bao is really spending money like water to win the beauty's heart.

Although my business here is not comparable to Huanghe Road, it is still okay. This President Bao, spending money to rent a shop, decorate, and finally gave 50% of the shares to that Lingzi. Earning money is Lingzi's, and losing money is President Bao's. Later I learned that this President Bao used to repair watches in a watch shop, later speculated in stocks and made a fortune, then engaged in foreign trade on one hand and speculated in stocks on the other, earning a lot of money.

Oh, by the way, Lingzi lives in the attic, and President Bao also comes over sometimes. If you meet, I will introduce you. If you mix with him, you will definitely make money. There is also Lingzi's side. I have already talked about it, the rent is exempted, and three meals are covered for me. If you can't eat, go with me, and I will introduce you to know each other."

"Ge Laoshi, do you think I have the potential of President Wang?"

Ge Laoshi looked at Wang Yan twice and said: "The house is not occupied, so I didn't tidy it up. You wait, I will get a basin, a mop, and a rag, you hurry up and tidy it up, so you can live in it today. Are there no quilts? The ones sold outside are expensive. It just so happens that I have extra, so I will give them to you to use."

Watching the back of the old boy leaving, Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, threw the bag in his hand on the ground, and scattered more dust, flying in the light.

After a few steps, he opened the window to ventilate, shook the curtains vigorously, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, turned his back to the window, and also turned his back to the light, puffing out clouds and mist, smoke curling.

This is a slightly larger room, about 30 square meters. On the east side, there are bed frames, broken wardrobes, broken sofas, and on the west side, there is an old broken solid wood table, and a row of bookshelves. Tidying up, it is considered clean and simple, quite good.

Now it is 1990. This time, he has no special identity, just a person who wants to go south to make a fortune in the tide of reform and opening up. He has no savings, and only has more than 1,000 yuan in his hand. It is almost the money that an ordinary family in the coastal area saves for a year or a half after removing living expenses. At this time in Shanghai, the monthly income of urban employees is almost 200 yuan.

He can have more than 1,000 cash, which is actually okay, completely enough for him to do some things.

Just when he was smoking, Ge Laoshi returned, got a basin, got a rag, and a mop, and said: "Little Northeast, rinsing the mop is at the corner of the stairs on the first floor. You pay attention, don't get water everywhere. Don't need me to help you?"

"Ge Laoshi, don't you want to exercise?" Wang Yan was not polite, "I have read the medical books of foreign devils, saying that people cannot be too idle. Moderate exercise ensures muscle activity, exercises physical strength, and can be healthier. You say that when people get old, why are their legs and feet not agile? Except for those who are sick, it is because they are too idle and have no vitality.

Ge Laoshi is fifty-five, which is the time to ensure physical health. Move more, sweat more, which is good for you. You can have a good appetite for eating, and eat more."

"Is it really said like that?"

"We don't know each other, you are so concerned about me, can I still lie to you? That is to be struck by lightning. Furthermore, you are the landlord, right? Before renting to a tenant, shouldn't it be cleaner? Still have to put in some effort, it is good for you. When you are busy, I will buy some vegetables, and we will drink two cups."

"What book are you reading? I will borrow it from the library to see later, is it really as you said?"

"Look, you don't believe me. I tell you, Ge Laoshi, my family's ancestral medicine is Chinese medicine. Later, Western medicine flourished, and I also learned some. You come over, I will take your pulse."

Ge Laoshi stretched out his arm suspiciously: "If you lie to me, I won't rent you the house."

"Both hands together."

The latter honestly stretched out both hands.

Wang Yan tilted his head and smoked, avoiding the smoke from smoking his eyes, and put his four fingers on the pulse. After about half a minute, he said: "Is your mouth bitter?"

"Yes."

"Often have dreams at night, and sleep is not solid."

"Hey, it's really true. Do you really know?"

"Often feel that the footsteps are weak, energy is insufficient, want to sleep but can't sleep."

"Really magical." Ge Laoshi was shocked, eyes wide open, "Then you see if I need to drink some medicine to regulate it?"

Wang Yan let go, took off the cigarette and flicked the ash: "No need to drink medicine, it's just idle, a bit angry, dry work, sweat, it will be fine."

"Then I still feel palpitations? Is it the heart disease you said? Is it that I have to spend a lot of money to bridge?"

"Normal situation, calm, moderate exercise, early to bed and early to rise, guarantee you have no problem." Wang Yan patted his shoulder, turned the old boy around, "Come on, Ge Laoshi, let's exercise first."

Ge Laoshi didn't think about it, picked up the mop and worked: "Little Northeast, I know you are fooling me. If you tire me out, you have to be responsible for me."

Wang Yan tutted: "I have a heart for the bright moon, Ge Laoshi, don't you have this trust between people? The symptoms I told you are not lies, right? Believe me, it's correct, I guarantee you live to ninety-nine."

"Don't need it, I have already thought about it, live to seventy healthy and disease-free. Look, am I working? Are you living or am I living?"

Wang Yan laughed, but also pinched the cigarette, and worked with Ge Laoshi. The two matched, although not as good as men and women, but they were not tired. The small room was soon clean, and the air was much fresher.

Because Wang Yan smoked, Ge Laoshi even thoughtfully got an ashtray for him. It was said that it was taken back from President Bao and Lingzi's Night Tokyo, which was cheaper for Wang Yan. In addition, the old boy also remembered the previous statement, and gave Wang Yan his extra bedding.

Throwing the bedding on the bed, Ge Laoshi sat on the chair, hammering his back: "Going out to the east for a few hundred meters is the vegetable market, I have to eat some meat."

"Don't worry, Ge Laoshi, you have put in a lot of effort, you can't treat you badly. Stay, I will buy vegetables, and we will drink some in the evening."

"Don't buy pots and things, I don't usually open fire, you can use mine, you have to buy some oil, salt, and seasoning."

"Okay." Wang Yan responded with a smile, and left the door like this.

Ge Laoshi really helped a lot, and he really put in effort when tidying up the room, and gave bedding and pillows, and let him use the pot, helping him save money, perhaps because he heard him say he was alone.

After all, Ge Laoshi has no wife and no children, just himself guarding some houses. Life is definitely okay, but it is inevitable to be desolate alone. Caring for Wang Yan is naturally hoping that Wang Yan will care for him.

This house is on Jinxian Road. This is an old city area. Although the Shanghai Bund is not as good as later, the popularity here is still very sufficient. In March, early spring, although it is not so warm, it is not cold. People on the street are dressed in various colors, some guarding the shop door chatting with people, some rushing past on bicycles. From time to time, there are cars passing by. It is quite lively.

Walking east, it is past Jinxian Road. Wang Yan has already seen the Night Tokyo under renovation, and coincidentally, he also saw Boss Abao, Tao Tao, and Lingzi standing at the door with decoration traces.

Lingzi is not familiar, but Boss Abao and Tao Tao are really acquaintances. After all, in the last world, both of them were doing big and strong with him. Now here, Boss Abao has become Boss Abao, the name has changed, but the high spirits have not changed. Tao Tao, it has collapsed.

This is also an interesting point, the difference of "acquaintances".

Speaking of which, Boss Abao is also somewhat unforgettable in Wang Yan's long life of more than a thousand years. After all, such a compact consecutive encounter is really the first time.

Just in the laughter of the three, Wang Yan walked past them leisurely and went to the vegetable market.

Bought chili, eggs, tofu, cabbage, onions, cucumbers, meat, fish, and a pile of food, and went to buy some rice, oil, salt, and seasoning, and finally spent 45 in the store to buy a bottle of Moutai, as well as other daily necessities, and then carried a pile of things back to the place where the house was.

Ge Laoshi did not leave, reading a book in Wang Yan's room.

"It's not that I'm talking about you, you have to close the door when you go out. You are good, threw me here, I go or not."

Ge Laoshi, who was muttering, noticed a pile of things Wang Yan took, especially a bottle of Moutai, "Oh, bought such expensive wine? A few yuan is fine. You are so big-handed, you will be poor in this life. You didn't earn a cent, but spent so much. No wonder you are thirty years old, no wife, no children, running to Shanghai to make a living alone. If your parents know, wouldn't they be angered to death?"

"Moving, celebrate, celebrate. Come, come, come, Ge Laoshi, you work hard again, pick vegetables with me. Do it yourself, to have enough food and clothing."

"Why didn't you say do it yourself when you were tidying up the room?"

"Didn't I do it too? Hurry up, Ge Laoshi, if you want to eat early, you have to move early."

"I won't do it, I tell you, Little Northeast, don't always fool me. A meal, and sitting there picking strings for a day, which is light and which is heavy, I know."

After finishing, pausing, feeling a little unconfident, the old boy added, "I just won't help you, can't you let me watch and not give me food?"

"Don't work and still want to eat meat? Unless the rent is reduced by ten yuan."

"You want to drink Moutai, and still want me to reduce your ten yuan rent? You Little Northeast, I will take the quilt away, let you sleep on the bed board."

"Look at you, what are you in a hurry for? Can I really let you watch? Besides, I roast meat strings, I always need someone to help taste it, right? Shanghai people's taste, isn't it you who knows best?"

"You still have a conscience." The old boy sat down proudly, and turned to say, "I can't help you pick strings, but I can find someone for you."

"Who is it, Ge Laoshi?"

"You are smart."

"What are you saying, Ge Laoshi?"

At this time, a confident and spoiled female voice sounded outside the door. It was like Wang Xifeng's appearance, first speaking, followed by a clear sound of high heels stepping on the wooden floor, and then the fashionable woman in a red coat carrying a bag appeared at the door.

"Lingzi is back, have you eaten? Do you want to eat together? Little Northeast cooks very well." Ge Laoshi stood up and greeted, his old face smiling like a chrysanthemum.

"Little Northeast? Are you a Northeasterner?"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Wang Yan."

"My name is Jin Ling, everyone calls me Lingzi, you are the same." Lingzi greeted Wang Yan with a smile, "Food, I have already eaten. What were you two talking about just now?"

"He said, he wants to get a small cart to go to Huanghe Road to set up a stall to sell barbecue, let me pick strings at home, I can't do it. Just want to let Jinbao's mother come to help him. She brings her child alone, which is not easy, and it is considered helping her, do you think so, Lingzi?"

"Want to go to Huanghe Road to sell barbecue?" Lingzi was a little surprised, "Not allowed to set up a stall there, right?"

"Also go to Wu Jiang Road, I am new here, don't know anything, go see first."

"Then I have to taste your craft, are there chopsticks?"

"Forget it then. My little bit of coffin money is for my retirement; I can't touch it. I think you could start by working as a chef at a restaurant. I haven't eaten at Huanghe Road, but I imagine your skills are enough to earn a living there. The pay for chefs there is very high. If you become a head chef, it won't take two years before you can open a small shop of your own."

"Is Huanghe Road very luxurious?"

"Rich people all eat there. They do business during the day, entertain clients at night, or even just enjoy themselves; it stays lively until the small hours. If you hang around there and meet a big boss who appreciates you and is willing to take you under their wing, then you'll be rich. You want to go? Then I'll ask Bao Zong for you tomorrow; he should have some pull over there."

"Thank you for looking after me, Mr. Ge, but I don't need that yet." Wang Yan smiled, raised his glass, and clinked it against his. "Come on, take a sip. Drink a little, drinking a little is good; drink too much and it's poison."

"You don't have to tell me; I've only had two sips and my head is already spinning."

Mr. Ge gestured at his head and twirled his finger, yet he still raised his glass and took a small sip.

He watched Wang Yan eating and drinking heartily and asked in surprise, "Little Northeast, I see you're so confident—do you have some kind of plan? Otherwise, coming here all by yourself, unfamiliar with the place and with no one to help you, it won't be easy to get things done, let me tell you. Nowadays, it's a market economy, and there are plenty of scammers. Tell me, what are you planning to do?"

"You said my skills could open a restaurant, and you also said Huanghe Road is full of rich people."

"That's right, but you're not going to be a cook, so what does that have to do with you?" The old guy had drunk three cups of wine, and his Mandarin was getting slurred.

However, Wang Yan understood him perfectly; aside from being an emperor in Luoyang for decades, he had spent the longest time in Beijing and Shanghai.

"I can grill skewers. I'll get a small pushcart, set it up on Huanghe Road, and grill lamb skewers over charcoal. The oil will sizzle, the aroma will be wonderful, and it'll drift all across Huanghe Road. Mr. Ge, this is a viable small business, right?"

"I'm afraid that won't be easy. What kind of place is Huanghe Road? It's full of rich people, and there are only big restaurants there. If you go there to set up a stall selling skewers, aren't you afraid they'll deal with you? If you ask me, you'd be better off going to Wu Jiang Road. That place is full of snack vendors—pan-fried buns, stinky tofu, they have it all. And it's even closer than Huanghe Road."

"Then I'll check them both out." Wang Yan laughed. "Mr. Ge, do you know anyone who sells tricycles? I'll go buy one tomorrow. When the time comes, I'll trouble you to help me out by skewering the meat. I won't let you work for free; I'll let you eat your fill."

"I'm not doing it. Let me tell you, Little Northeast, don't always try to sweet-talk me. I know the difference between eating a meal and sitting there skewering meat all day."

After finishing, he paused, feeling a bit insecure, and the old guy continued, "Even if I don't help you, you can't just let me watch and not give me anything to eat, right?"

"You want to eat meat without working? Unless you lower my rent by ten yuan."

"You insist on drinking Moutai, and you still want me to lower your rent by ten yuan? You little Northeast, I'll take the quilt away right now and let you sleep on the bed boards."

"Look at you, what's the rush? Do you really think I'd just let you watch from the sidelines? Besides, when I grill skewers, I'll need someone to help me taste them, right? Who knows the Shanghai palate better than you?"

"At least you have a conscience." The old guy sat down with a haughty air and then said, "I can't help you with the skewering, but I can find someone for you."

Wang Yan raised an eyebrow: "Jinbao's mother?"

"Your mind is sharp. Let me tell you, Jinbao's mother is raising her child alone, doesn't have a steady job, and does odd jobs for people everywhere; it's not easy for her. If you get her to do it, right here, she won't have to go far. If you pay her six or seven yuan a day, she'll definitely be willing to do it. How about it? Shall I put in a word for you?"

"Put in a word for what, Mr. Ge?"

Just then, a confident and haughty female voice rang out from outside the door. It was an entrance like Wang Xifeng's—first the voice, followed by the clear sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor, and then a fashionable woman in a red coat appeared at the doorway, carrying a bag.

"Lingzi is back. Have you eaten? Do you want to eat a little together? Little Northeast's cooking is very good." Mr. Ge stood up to greet her, his old face crinkling into a smile like a chrysanthemum.

"Little Northeast? You're from the Northeast?"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Wang Yan."

"My name is Jin Ling, everyone calls me Lingzi, you can do the same." Lingzi smiled and greeted Wang Yan. "As for the meal, I won't eat; I've already eaten. What were you two talking about just now?"

"He says he wants to get a pushcart and go to Huanghe Road to set up a barbecue stall, and wants me to help him skewer meat at home. How could I possibly do that? I was just thinking of letting Jinbao's mother come help him. It's not easy for her to raise a child alone, so it counts as helping her out too. Don't you think so, Lingzi?"

"Going to Huanghe Road to sell barbecue?" Lingzi was a bit surprised. "They don't allow street stalls there, do they?"

"I'll go to Wu Jiang Road too. I'm new here and don't know anything, so I'll go take a look first."

"Then I'll have to taste your cooking. Do you have chopsticks?"

No sooner had Lingzi finished speaking than the old guy had already brought out clean chopsticks and handed them over.

Lingzi didn't stand on ceremony; she walked over and tasted each dish. Her eyes widened a bit: "You could be a master chef already, why sell barbecue? I've opened a shop on this very street called Night Tokyo, and it's currently being renovated. It'll be open in half a month. Why don't you come work for me instead? As for the salary, I'll give you five hundred yuan a month. How does that sound?"

"Thank you, but I still prefer to do things my own way. However, Mr. Ge said he'd give you a rent reduction, you'd provide him with three meals a day, and he also said he'd take me to eat there. I'll definitely take advantage of Mr. Ge's good fortune when the time comes."

"Come on then, do you think I'd begrudge you a meal?" Lingzi waved her hand. "If you don't want to work, fine. I live in the attic; if you need anything, come find me."

As she spoke, she picked up another piece of fish to eat, gave Wang Yan a thumbs-up, and then turned and tripped away...

"Alright, Mr. Ge, the person is gone, why are you still staring at the doorway?" Wang Yan leaned in closer and said to the old guy, "You're fifty-five, don't tell me you've got your eyes on someone in her thirties?"

"Nonsense, how could I think like that? My heart is full of nothing but my late old woman. I'm just thinking that it wouldn't be bad for you to go to Lingzi's place. Five hundred yuan! Do you know how much others earn? Two or three hundred is the limit. Are you still not satisfied?"

"When I get to Huanghe Road, I'll sell one lamb skewer for a yuan. If I make more, I'll earn two hundred a day."

"Keep bragging. If you could earn that much, why would you come to Shanghai?"

"My hometown is too small, and the provincial capital is just as much of a strange place. Since I have no ties or burdens either way, I might as well head south to strike gold. Back home, I could only earn two hundred. Here, I can earn two thousand, or twenty thousand. That Bao Zong you mentioned, doesn't he do stocks with one hand and foreign trade with the other? I can't do that back home. I have to study stocks these two days and see if I can make money there too."

"That's a pit. You don't know anything, and you'll lose everything. No matter how many skewers you sell, it won't be enough."

"I came here with nothing to begin with, Mr. Ge."

Mr. Ge fell silent. He raised his glass: "You're a broad-minded person. I have a feeling you might become a Boss Wang."

"A thirty-year-old 'Little Northeast' really doesn't sound very good."

"Little Northeast."

Wang Yan couldn't help but laugh: "Let's drink."

"Wang Yan, I've called her over for you, you can talk to her now."

Mr. Ge walked in, and the woman following behind him also revealed her appearance.

Jinbao's mother was a thin, small woman. Hard labor made her look older than Lingzi, but in reality, she might not be older than Lingzi at all. After all, that little fatty Jinbao was only in the first grade.

"Sit, sit, sit." Wang Yan greeted them.

Jinbao's mother sat down and said, "Thank you. My son has already washed your bowl and put it in the cabinet downstairs."

"Small matter. Did Mr. Ge tell you what you need to do?"

"Skewer meat."

"You might also have to help with some cutting; in short, there's work to be done. Three hundred a month, what do you think?"

"You're really giving three hundred?"

"Mr. Ge is right here, do you think I'd lie to you?" Wang Yan took his wallet from the table to the side, counted out three hundred yuan, and said, "I'll give you the first month's wages in advance. Today is the eighth; from now on, I'll pay you on the eighth of every month, always a month in advance."

"This..."

Mr. Ge, who was on the side, also hesitated to speak.

"Take it. I'll try it for a month first; who knows, maybe I won't be able to keep going next month. It just so happens you don't have a steady job, so we're a good match." Wang Yan laughed. "Alright, it's settled. You go back, we'll start tomorrow. Just wait at home; when I buy the things and come back, I'll find you."

"Okay." Jinbao's mother wasn't long-winded; she responded readily, thanked Mr. Ge, and went back.

"Aren't you being too generous? Three hundred yuan is quite a lot. How much money do you have?"

"I have another thousand. Skewering meat isn't easy, and it's not easy for her, so I'll give a bit more to look after her. If I make money, a few dozen yuan doesn't matter. If I don't make money, then this month will just count as helping her."

Wang Yan waved his hand. "Mr. Ge, is that person you mentioned reliable?"

"That's my old friend, would I lie to you? I'll take you over after breakfast tomorrow; you're paying for breakfast. Enough said, I have to go back to sleep. You should sleep early too. You haven't had a place to settle down, so you haven't been sleeping well. Get some good rest; you'll have plenty to tire you out later."

Mr. Ge waved his hand and swayed back to the room where he lived.

Wang Yan also washed up simply and went to sleep in the empty room...

The night passed without incident, and the next morning arrived.

Wang Yan didn't go running or practicing martial arts; he wasn't familiar with the neighborhood yet, and besides, it wasn't convenient to shower in the morning. He just strolled around outside to see what the early morning was like here.

At any time, there are always working people getting up early, all for the sake of making a living. By five-something in the morning, the steam from the breakfast shops had already begun to rise, and gradually a few vehicles passed by, the whole place beginning to bustle until it eventually became a hubbub of voices.

It was only then that Wang Yan returned, just in time to see Mr. Ge's door wide open, sitting on a stool and looking at the doorway.

"Mr. Ge, you're up quite early. Waiting for me?"

"I thought you were still asleep."

"Early to bed, early to rise. I went out for a stroll to see the environment nearby. Let me wash my face and brush my teeth, and then we'll go."

Wang Yan moved decisively; he went back into the room, took off his coat, and went downstairs bare-chested with a washbasin to get water. His muscular physique made the people in the building dizzy, and they all greeted Wang Yan very politely.

After washing up quickly, Wang Yan went back upstairs and saw a room wide open for ventilation. A man wearing glasses was sitting in the cramped space, sketching on a drawing board. Inside the room, many books were visible to the naked eye, as well as many scattered drawing papers.

"Teacher Chen, drawing so early?"

"When it comes to drawing, what time is there? Naturally, I draw when I want to."

"Teacher Chen is worthy of being a great artist in the arts; what you say makes sense. I'm going to buy some lamb today, as I plan to sell barbecue from now on. When the afternoon comes, Teacher Chen, you should taste some and give me your critique."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Although Teacher Chen said this, he waved his hand, a gesture of "go away, go away," finding Wang Yan annoying.

Wang Yan smiled, carried the basin back into his room, put on his clothes, and went out with Mr. Ge, who had long been impatient.

"Let me tell you, the breakfast at Li's Pan-fried Buns at the intersection tastes the best. Their shop..."

Mr. Ge's speaking speed was neither fast nor slow, he was still lacking some energy, and he didn't walk very fast, but he was always so talkative...