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Liu Haizhong hurriedly brought two comrades from the security department. In less than ten minutes, the three of them had gray and black faces. Liu Haizhong was criticized on the spot by the comrade from the security department, who seemed to be warning Liu Haizhong not to report people indiscriminately. Then they left. After the people left, Liu Haizhong found that everyone in the yard was hiding and watching him. Liu Haizhong felt humiliated and ran home quickly. Later, he heard the voices of his two sons begging for mercy at home.

The next day, Zhang Yuan took the repaired radio to work. The beautiful woman did not show up until the afternoon.

"Hello, Master Zhang!"

"You're finally here. The radio has been repaired. Take a look."

"It's fixed so quickly?" The beautiful woman asked in surprise, looking full of disbelief.

“You can open it and listen.”

The beauty turned on the radio as Zhang Yuan said. When she heard a familiar voice, she immediately smiled, which stunned Zhang Yuan.

"Thank you, Master Zhang. How much do you think I should give you?"

"Just give me 3 yuan." Zhang Yuan thought about it and randomly quoted a price.

"Okay, keep the money."

After taking the money, Zhang Yuan suddenly remembered that he didn't know the name of the beauty in front of him. He couldn't just call her beauty, otherwise he would be regarded as a hooligan.

"I've known you for a few days, but I still don't know how to address you."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Ran Qiuye."

Hearing that the other party was Ran Qiuye, Zhang Yuan thought to himself that he had met the future Thief King's class teacher so quickly.

"My name is Zhang Yuan. If you need any repairs in the future, you can come to me."

"Okay, thank you, I'll leave first."

Ran Qiuye said hello to Zhang Yuan and left with the radio. It seemed that her family lived nearby, otherwise a girl would easily get tired carrying a radio like this.

In the following days, business at the repair stall was mediocre. Almost all customers who came to him wanted to repair their tires or pump up their tires, which made it very slow for him to gain skill experience.

"Is Zhang Yuan here?"

"exist."

Hearing someone calling him, Zhang Yuan walked out of the repair stall and saw Director Wang standing outside pushing a bicycle.

"Hello, Director Wang. What brings you here today?"

"I came to see you. Are you used to being here?"

"I'm used to it, but the business is just average. But I also want to be free and quiet." Zhang Yuan said, touching the back of his head.

"That's good. After all, bicycles are still rare items. Not every family has one."

"By the way, Director Wang, do you have something to talk to me about?"

"Oh, didn't you work in a scrap yard before? I remember that you assembled this bicycle by yourself, that's amazing!" Director Wang praised.

"Stop praising me and tell me what it is." Zhang Yuan didn't want to be flattered by Director Wang and asked her directly.

"It's like this. We, the street office staff, often have to go out to do inspections and publicity work, but the higher-ups don't give us a few more bicycles, so I want you to help get a few bicycles back. I'll pay you in the name of the street office."

"Director Wang, no one will report me for speculation by doing this, right?"

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

After getting Director Wang's guarantee, Zhang Yuan began to negotiate the issue of fees with Director Wang.

After getting the money from Director Wang, Zhang Yuan closed the repair stall and went directly to the scrap yard.

At the end of the day, Zhang Yuan had already finished three bicycles. One of them was taken away by the stationmaster because he would need convenience in the future. When the stationmaster asked for one, Zhang Yuan asked him to choose one without saying a word. For the next two bicycles, Zhang Yuan used the stationmaster's office phone to call Director Wang and asked her to send someone to pick them up. Then he had nothing to do.

Zhang Yuan was wandering the streets aimlessly until his stomach growled. He then realized that it was already dark and there was nothing to eat nearby. Finally, he saw a pub open, so he walked straight in.

"Hello, comrade, what's the food here?"

"It's all written on the blackboard, just look at it yourself."

Zhang Yuan thought, this is Zhengyang Gate, is it possible that he has come to a tavern in another TV series? Zhang Yuan looked left and right, and felt that he might really be here.

There were only three tables of guests in the tavern, and they ordered peanuts, boiled broad beans or cold-mixed shredded vegetables, but wine was indispensable. Guests who drank to their heart's content often had low self-control.

"Hey, Master Niu, you are here. Your seat has already been arranged. Please sit down first. The wine and food will be served to you soon."

"Okay, go and do your work."

"Yes."

The waiter wiped the table and chairs quickly. Even though they were already very clean, the rules had to be followed and this gentleman could not be neglected.

Zhang Yuan saw the waiter quickly serve the wine and dishes, all of which were common side dishes. The first two were no different from those of other guests, except that the cold-mixed shredded vegetables were replaced with cold-mixed jellyfish and hot and sour shredded potatoes.

"Master Niu, please enjoy your meal."

At this time, Zhang Yuan looked at the blackboard again and finally decided on the appetizers.

"Waiter, give me a plate of salted peanuts, smashed cucumbers, cold jellyfish and two glasses of wine.

"Okay, sit down for a moment."

After all the dishes were served, Zhang Yuan poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip. The wine had a light aroma, probably because he had been craving for water. However, compared with Yan Bugui's liquor, it was nothing.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut came in and shouted to the waiter.

"Waiter, serve me according to the old rules."

"Wensan, do you have enough money for today? Don't pretend to be drunk and refuse to pay the bill." One of the guests joked with the middle-aged man who had just arrived.

Wen San glared at him and said angrily: "You are looking down on me, Wen San. I was also a famous Mr. Wen San back then. How could I get drunk? And if you say that, I, Wen San, have no face to come here to drink again."

"Haha, what happened to you last time?" Another customer seemed to be very familiar with Wen San and asked him back.

Wen San's face turned red and he said nothing. He probably couldn't continue his story. However, he was too proud to save face. He first took out some change from his pocket, settled the bill in front of everyone, and then sat down at the table next to Zhang Yuan in a proud manner.

"Hey, is this your first time here?" Wen San asked when he saw that Zhang Yuan looked unfamiliar.

"Yes, I came here by accident today." Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

"Hey, that's fate. Let me tell you, I, Wen San, used to walk the streets and alleys of this old city. I am very familiar with everything here. If you like, you can hire me tomorrow and I will take you to visit the scenery of the entire old city." Unexpectedly, Wen San actually became a tour guide. Maybe from what Zhang Yuan said just now, he thought that Zhang Yuan was visiting the old city for the first time, so he introduced himself enthusiastically.