Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...The boss of the building materials store?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xing couldn't help but subconsciously opened his eyes softly and muttered softly.

The building materials store back then was mainly wood and stone.

Thinking about it, the little guy thought of the black puppet torso with gold patterns.

Maybe, the wood of this puppet has something to do with Murong's family?

"It turns out that your family is engaged in building materials."

Wu Chen had clearly caught this, and after listening to Mr. Murong's words, the light gray eyes moved a bit.

"That's right! ... And speaking of it, the Qinghe No. 1 Building Material Factory, which has become a historical site, was confiscated from our Murong's house before!"

As the old Mr. Murong said, he suddenly seemed to be in a memory, smiling with emotion, "I still remember that when I was very young, I even carved a tortoise on the big pillar of the building material factory...Haha..."

"Wow, it turns out that the tortoise on the red pillar was carved by your old man?"

The captain Zhang on the side was also interested when he heard the words, and couldn't help but trot to sit down next to Mr. Murong, and smiled, "When I visited the building materials factory before, the tour guide even told us the story of the tortoise!"

"...Oh? That kind of ghost symbol can also be introduced as a famous place? Haha, low-key! Low-key!"

…

Seeing that the two old and one young suddenly started talking on their own, and they were still chatting quite vividly, Xiang Xing blinked softly and couldn't help walking to Wu Chen silently.

He tilted his head, looked at the thoughtful man, and couldn't help but ask softly: "Boss, should we go to that building material factory to investigate?"

Maybe there will be any clues.

Even if there are no traces of reality due to age, at least she can see something through her eyes.

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help but nodded firmly.

"It is necessary to go."

As Wu Chen said, he suddenly turned his eyes, then glanced at the three who were getting more excited and chatting.

Thoughtful.

…

late at night.

The black Mulsanne slowly drove to the former site of Qinghe No. 1 Building Material Factory, a famous cultural relic and historic site in Qinghe City and a 3A-level tourist attraction.

And parked in front of an abandoned warehouse not far from the building materials factory.

Then, a pair of men and women in black sports suits, and a plump duck, quietly got out of the car.

In a place invisible to ordinary people, there is also a sturdy husky, a junior high school student holding a Persian cat, and a mature woman in a hot red dress floating slowly from the back seat of the car.

A group of "people" just stood in front of the car, looking up at the old building material factory with red bricks and green tiles in front of them.

"...I didn't expect that the first time I traveled here, it was after the death of the ball~"

Mina, the front desk of the office, slightly hugged her chest, and couldn't help shaking her head with emotion.

Jiang Yang beside him sneered lightly and raised his eyebrows at her, "When I came here, it wasn't planned to be a place of interest yet."

The triumphant color between the words is beyond words.

I was so angry that Mina grunted a few times and turned her beautiful eyes: "Yes, yes, I just want to prove that you are older than me... No matter how much you are older than me, you were just a junior high school student when you died. You speak!"

"I'm different~"

As the woman said, she shook her body proudly, "Sister, I will always be a mature adult, not like a kid like you~"

"…Ah."

Jiang Yang glanced at her, shook his head helplessly and sneered.