Chapter 305: Xiangjiang

After four days, in the afternoon, Zhang Ping'an and his group finally arrived in Pengcheng. After completing the handover of their mission, Hu Jianguo found Zhang Ping'an and said mysteriously:

"Section Chief Zhang, this is an emergency mission, but we can't return with empty trucks, so we have to wait for the distribution of supplies and then transport them back. We can probably stay here for about five days this time."

"There are many good things here, novel gadgets. If you need to buy anything, buy it all when the time comes and we'll take it back together."

"Alright, then I'll go out for a stroll and take a look at the scenery. It won't affect anything if I come back tomorrow or the day after, right?"

"No effect, no effect. Just be back before we depart."

These truck drivers would all smuggle private goods, and sometimes they would even drive to pick up cargo; they were eager for their leaders not to be by their sides.

Hu Jianguo was the captain of this transport team, so naturally, he had to secure some benefits for his team members.

"That works. Captain Hu, do you have a map? I see this place is by the sea, let me see if I can pick up some seafood to bring along."

"Yes, yes, look at me, I forgot. Here, Section Chief Zhang."

"Good, thanks." Zhang Ping'an took the map, glanced at it, and had a plan in mind.

Zhang Ping'an first found a corner for the five of them, took out his bicycle, and rode along slowly. Pengcheng at this time was not the city of high-rise buildings of later generations; it still looked like a small fishing village.

It wasn't until evening when it got dark that Zhang Ping'an dared to take out his motorcycle and drive toward the seaside closest to Xiangjiang.

Separated by only a sea, Zhang Ping'an could see the bright lights and bustling life of Xiangjiang from this side. No longer hesitating, he put away the motorcycle and dove into the sea with a splash.

In less than an hour, Zhang Ping'an swam to the opposite shore. During the trip, he also harvested quite a few gold bars and foreign currencies on the seabed.

Then, carefully avoiding everyone, he slipped into his space and tinkered for a while. After coming out, Zhang Ping'an had turned into a blonde, blue-eyed foreigner.

This was his first time coming to Xiangjiang in both his past and present lives, so Zhang Ping'an dared not be careless, especially in Xiangjiang during this period.

Finding the main road, Zhang Ping'an took out his cool motorcycle. Although he didn't know where to go, following the prosperous streets was never wrong.

Zhang Ping'an did not hide his appearance or figure; his blonde hair and blue eyes were his greatest protective camouflage now, because at this time, foreigners in Xiangjiang could almost walk sideways.

Of course, it was mainly because Zhang Ping'an didn't know Cantonese now; otherwise, disguising himself as a local would have been easier.

It was just that Zhang Ping'an's clothes didn't quite match the place. Although the clothes Si Jie made were already ahead of the era's background, they still felt a bit out of place compared to the modern atmosphere here.

Zhang Ping'an even had the illusion of returning to his past life. Having been accustomed to black, gray, and blue for the past ten or twenty years, he was a bit unaccustomed to suddenly seeing such a colorful world.

Three hours later, hiding in a dark spot, Zhang Ping'an put away his motorcycle, ate a little something simply in his space, then washed up and went to sleep, waiting quietly for dawn.

At the first light of dawn, Zhang Ping'an used his "money power" to sort out his outfit. Although it was also quite ragged, the style was better than what he had on. There was no other way now; he could only wait for the clothing stores to open at eight or nine o'clock to go consume again.

Zhang Ping'an's image at this time was that of a down-and-out foreign aristocrat. Although everyone was curious, they didn't ask much; after all, those who got up early were generally laborers.

Zhang Ping'an originally wanted to go to a bank to exchange some US dollars, but once he thought about the fact that he was still an undocumented person, he immediately dismissed the idea.

The top priority now was to find Lou Family Jewelry. The Lou family had been operating here for more than ten years, so it should be easy to inquire about.

"Sure enough, it's here too." Zhang Ping'an walked for more than half an hour and saw the large Lou Family sign. The storefront was not small, measuring over two hundred square meters.

"Welcome, sir."

"This, how much money can I exchange for it?" Zhang Ping'an took out five Big Yellow Fish and deliberately asked in broken Chinese.

"Sir, please wait a moment."

Soon, a person who looked like a manager walked over. Looking at the Big Yellow Fish in Zhang Ping'an's hand, his expression was a bit strange. These were clearly items from the Mainland, yet the person standing here was a blonde, blue-eyed, down-and-out foreigner.

"Sir, the current gold price is thirty-five US dollars per ounce, which is one point one US dollars per gram." This person spoke in fluent English.

"Good, exchange it."

"Please wait a moment, sir."

"Sir, here is one thousand seven hundred and twenty US dollars. Please keep it safe."

"Good." Zhang Ping'an watched with a pained heart as his Big Yellow Fish were exchanged for such a small amount of money.

"By the way, do you have any Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners here? I've contracted a strange illness that wasn't cured in our country, and I want to come here to try Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"So that's how it is." The manager understood instantly; these Big Yellow Fish were likely things from their ancestors.

"Hey, you asked the right person. On the outskirts of Central, there is a Wang Family Clinic. There is a Divine Doctor there. You can take a taxi and go straight there."

"Thank you, friend."

Zhang Ping'an stuffed the twenty-dollar remainder to him, then went to a clothing store and spent two hundred dollars to get a new outfit. Only then did he satisfiedly hail a taxi to head to the Wang Family Clinic.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Ping'an locked eyes on the figure busy in front of the medicine cabinet; it was none other than Wang Xiaoling.

Zhang Ping'an suppressed his excitement and walked into the clinic. The clinic was decorated in an antique style and covered an area of three hundred square meters. It was a two-story building with a courtyard in the back, which also had a two-story building that served as a residential area.

Zhang Ping'an's two senior fellow apprentices were also busy, and now there were four children around ten years old following them, presumably their newly accepted disciples.

Zhang Ping'an didn't rush to "see a doctor," but waited until noon when most of the people had left before walking toward Wang Xiaoling and handing her a note.

Wang Xiaoling looked suspiciously at this handsome blonde, blue-eyed man until she opened the note and saw the familiar handwriting: "I'm here, don't make a scene." Her eyes turned slightly red.

"Senior brother, I'm taking the patient into the inner room for an examination."

"Alright."

"Who are you? Who gave you this note?" Wang Xiaoling looked at Zhang Ping'an with vigilance, her leg already prepared to kick out at any moment.

Zhang Ping'an's face darkened; that movement of exerting force was exactly the Anti-Wolf Technique he had taught her before.

"Xiao Ling, it's me. I said I would come within five years."

Zhang Ping'an rubbed his face and took off his wig, restoring his original appearance, except for his eyes, which were still blue.

"Wuwuwu, Brother Ping'an, is it really you?" Wang Xiaoling covered her mouth, bean-sized tears rolling down; she couldn't believe everything in front of her.

"Who else could it be? I still remember when your Body Refining Technique reached Great Accomplishment, and also..." Zhang Ping'an mentioned many private topics between the two.

"Don't say it!"

Only then did Wang Xiaoling throw herself into Zhang Ping'an's arms, punching and hitting him while crying and laughing. Zhang Ping'an also hugged her, greedily smelling her scent.

"Bastard, how dare you bully my junior sister!" Wang Chang'an rushed over, waving his fists. From his angle, this foreigner was forcibly holding onto his junior sister and wouldn't let go.

"Senior brother, stop!"

"Senior brother, it's me." Zhang Ping'an turned around helplessly and grabbed Wang Chang'an's fist.

"Ping, Ping'an?" Wang Chang'an rubbed his eyes subconsciously.

"It's me."

"You... this..."

"It really is me."

"Mm, really." Seeing her senior brother look at her, Wang Xiaoling also confirmed it.

Seeing his junior sister nod, Wang Chang'an still could not believe that Zhang Ping'an would also flee to this place.

"Then you came here, your parents and the others..."

"That's right, Ping'an, I even forgot to ask you."

"It's nothing, I just came to Pengcheng for a business trip and stopped by to see you all on the way; I have to go back the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, oh, I see." Wang Chang'an was finally relieved.

"Right, Master is just upstairs. I'll go tell the old man; he will definitely be very happy."

"Let's go up together."