Chapter 1613: A Little Bit Off

Zhaxi Duoji pointed forward: "There is a noodle shop and a hotel in front, both have food, you can go and ask."

The door of the restaurant opened, and a woman in an apron, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, walked out.

"Distinguished guests, do you want to eat?"

Only then did she see Zhaxi Duoji: "Captain Zhaxi, so it's you."

Zhaxi Duoji asked with a smile: "Wangmu, we have too many people, how many people can you arrange to eat here?"

Wangmu glanced at the motorcade, which couldn't be seen at a glance, and people were standing all around the cars.

"I'll go ask Sangjie."

Zhaxi Duoji said to Zhou Andong: "Sangjie is Wangmu's man, his Han name is Zhao Yuzhong, he is from Sichuan."

Soon, a young man walked out. He was the boss Sangjie, first smiling at Zhaxi Duoji.

"Captain Zhaxi, I can arrange for fifty or sixty people to eat here, but it needs time, at least an hour or so."

Zhou Andong said: "We are in a hurry, make whatever is fast, as long as we can eat our fill."

"No problem!" Sangjie nodded: "I'll go do it."

Zhou Andong said to Yao Jun: "You take people to the noodle shop and hotel to ask, see how many people can be arranged, try to let the brothers eat something hot."

"I think the noodle shop shouldn't be a problem, as long as there is flour."

Yao Jun got on the car and asked at the noodle shop. Sure enough, two or three hundred people could eat.

But there was no place to make it in the shop, the tableware was not enough, and there were not enough people, so they could only eat in batches, which required time.

Two brothers who came with Yao Jun said they could help make it, and there was no problem with kneading dough, rolling dough, and cutting noodles.

It sounded good, the boss agreed, and Yao Jun was also very satisfied.

But in reality, it was past seven o'clock by the time everyone finished eating, delaying for three or four hours.

The motorcade continued on the road, crossing Tanggula Mountain and traversing the Qiangtang Grassland.

Zhou Andong was dazed, and Gu Bing's voice came to his ears.

"Have we arrived in Nagqu?"

Then it was Zhaxi Duoji's voice: "Almost, probably ten or so kilometers left."

Zhou Andong opened his eyes, and the orange-red sun was already hanging on the eastern horizon.

"The sky is bright."

Zhou Andong sat up straight and shook his somewhat sore neck.

"Wentian, park the car on the side of the road, I'll take a pee."

Wang Wentian slowly parked the car on the side of the road, and several people all got out of the car, and then stood in a row on the side of the road.

Gu Bing laughed and said: "Let's compare, see who pees further."

Zhou Andong looked down at Gu Bing and said with a sneer: "I can pee three miles against the wind, you are now wetting your feet with the wind, so don't embarrass yourself."

"Fart!" Gu Bing cursed: "I can pee ten miles against the wind, much further than

Zhaxi Duoji couldn't help but laugh. He truly hadn't expected that the dignified chairman and directors of the Yugong Group would actually be just like these ordinary people, speaking vulgar words and cracking vulgar jokes.

Suddenly, Zhaxi Duoji felt that the distance between himself and Zhou Andong and Gu Bing wasn't so great after all. At this moment, they were truly like brothers, exposing themselves nakedly before one another, which felt very intimate.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Gu Bing shouted while urinating.

"See that? I peed further than you."

"When you speak, you must stick to the facts and have evidence," Zhou Andong said with disdain. "There are two witnesses right here; how can I let you invert black and white and spout nonsense?"

"Who's inverting black and white, and who's spouting nonsense?" Gu Bing refused to accept this. "Wentian, Zhaxi, you tell us who peed further."

Wang Wentian smiled without a word, fastened his belt, turned around, and got into the car.

"Damn!" Gu Bing looked at Zhaxi Duoji again: "Zhaxi, you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhaxi Duoji also smiled and got into the car.

"..."

Gu Bing's face was covered in black lines; he held up his pants and looked at the two people in the car, speechless.

"Those who follow the Dao receive much support; those who lose the Dao receive little."

Zhou Andong laughed heartily, patted Gu Bing on the shoulder, and took the opportunity to wipe his hand on him.

"Damn it!" Gu Bing gave a start. "You bastard, wiping your hand on me—did you get pee on your hand?"

"No!" Zhou Andong got into the car. "Am I that kind of person?"

"You absolutely are."

Gu Bing fastened his belt and got into the car, slamming the door shut with a bang.

"Did you get pee on your hand just now?"

Zhou Andong shook his head and denied it: "No!"

Gu Bing stared fixedly at Zhou Andong: "Then what were you wiping on me?"

"That's wiping? Is that wiping?" Zhou Andong wiped his hand on Gu Bing again. "It was just an unconscious brush; why are you so naggy?"

"..."

Gu Bing was so angry he gritted his teeth, but he was completely helpless against Zhou Andong's shamelessness.

Half an hour later, the convoy entered Naqu. Such a long convoy, still carrying banners, immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Once they saw it was actually transporting disaster relief supplies to Ali, they didn't know the Yugong Group, but they did know about Xurishi Iced Black Tea, Yuzhou VCD, and 365 Home Furnishings.

Although these weren't sold here, they were broadcast on CCTV every day, so they knew them. In less than an hour, half the county town knew.

After all, it was a county town, and there were many restaurants, so the meal this time was quick; they finished in less than an hour and then continued on their way.

Just as they left, the cars of the Naqu County Party Secretary and the County Magistrate pulled up to the restaurant where Zhou Andong and the others had just eaten.

The County Magistrate said with some reluctance: "I'll chase after them."

The Secretary sighed: "Disaster relief is like fighting a fire; they are in a hurry. What good would it do if we chased them? It would only make them resentful."

How could the County Magistrate not understand this logic? It was just that he was truly anxious.

"We missed them by just this much."

"It's fine!" the Secretary said. "Won't they have to come back? Arrange for people to guard the intersection and watch it every day."

"Right!" The County Magistrate nodded. "Arrange for people to watch the intersection. We won't be in a hurry when they come back; we'll have plenty of time."

After leaving Naqu city, they traveled 38 kilometers north along National Highway 109 before entering the western line of National Highway 317.

By this time, it was broad daylight. The distant mountains stretched and undulated. After traveling for more than two hours, a touch of azure appeared directly in their field of vision.

Zhaxi Duoji pointed to that touch of azure and said: "Pengcuo, the first lake after leaving Naqu."

Zhou Andong looked up. Through the car window, the boundless grassland extended to the lakeside, stretching wantonly at the foot of the azure Pengcuo Mountain, like a blue jade belt.

White clouds lingered on the mountain peaks, the snow on the summits intertwined and drifted with the clouds, and a herd of yaks grazed leisurely on the grassland.

Seeing the long convoy on the road, they raised their heads to look casually before lowering them again to continue grazing.

It was Gu Bing's first time here. Looking at the beautiful scenery outside the car window, he sighed.

"It's too beautiful."

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "When there's an opportunity, I'll bring Qiuchiu, you bring Huilin, and we'll drive ourselves on a trip to Lhasa, taking this very route."

Gu Bing's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "We'll arrange it as soon as we get back. We'll set off as soon as the weather warms up."

Zhou Andong rolled his eyes at him: "It definitely won't work this year; there are too many things to do. Besides, Qiuchiu is about to give birth, and then we have to prepare for the wedding—where would we find the time?"