I don't want a crematorium

"Fishing?" Han Yang looked at the fishing equipment on the table and was silent for a while. No wonder he said he should dress casually.

Mu Zecheng took a sip of tea and laughed a few times, "Feel bored?"

"It's just strange that you have a hobby of fishing." Han Yang picked up a fishing rod and looked at it for a while. No one he knew around him had such an interest, and he had never had any contact with it.

"It's a good choice to cultivate xinxing." Mu Zecheng stood up, "Let's go, there is a friend's private fishing ground nearby."

He took the car keys, and an old man came over with a worried look on his face, "Master, let someone take you there."

It was the person who opened the door for Han Yang when he first came. He still remembered that his surname seemed to be Zhang.

Mu Zecheng shook his head, "No need, the two of you can be more comfortable."

The two drove to the private fishing ground that Mu Zecheng said, a place with a very good environment, much larger than the fish ponds in ordinary fishing grounds.

The owner of the fishing ground knew that he was coming and prepared a good location for them early.

"I was taken aback when I knew you were coming. I remember that you like sea fishing."

Mu Zecheng smiled faintly, "I just came out this time to chat with the children at home, it's better to be quiet."

The master looked at Han Yang next to him and nodded, "Understood."

When hearing the kid, Han Yang raised his eyebrows and looked at Mu Zecheng. The two looked at each other, and Mu Zecheng smiled, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Han Yang followed Mu Zecheng to the place left by the owner of the fishing ground, and he knew his movements by himself.

His comprehension ability is better than the average person, Mu Zecheng naturally knew it, so he didn't speak out to teach him anything.

Mu Zecheng asked while driving the fishing rod: "Has Yu Yingrong been looking for you recently?"

"I made a call before, and I blocked it because I thought it was annoying."

"He has that temperament, he doesn't look back until he hits the south wall."

Han Yang snorted and looked at him, "His family doesn't care, and you, an uncle, should care too."

After all, in the plot, Mu Zecheng showed no mercy to Yu Yingrong.

Mu Zecheng smiled and said, "It's too late for me to take care of you, but I don't have time to take care of him."

"What do I care about you?" Han Yang was both unbelieving and puzzled.

Mu Zecheng raised his eyes, looked at Han Yang with deep eyes, and said with the corners of his mouth curled up, "That's too much to worry about."

At this time, Han Yang's fishing line suddenly moved. He stretched out his hand to hold the fishing rod tightly and pulled it back. While tumbling, he saw a large fish body, and Mu Zecheng picked up the net and picked it up.

It was a crucian carp weighing dozens of catties.

It didn't take long for the two of them to sit here, Mu Zecheng said with a smile: "It seems that luck always falls on newcomers."

Han Yang looked at the glowing water surface and smiled slightly: "I've always been lucky."

It is not an exaggeration to say that this crucian carp is open to good luck, but Han Yang is really not interested in fishing. This time, he just came to accompany Mu Zecheng, so he didn't even take the bait afterwards, so he leaned on the chair to bask in the sun .

The surface of the lake was quiet, Han Yang fell asleep on the back of the chair after a while, the sun was shining on his face, but there was no blemish at all.

Mu Zecheng reached out and put the hat on his head.

I don't know how long it took, someone came from behind, and when he got to the bucket where the crucian carp was in, he saw that it was very quiet, so he kicked it.

The fish churned for a while, and a lot of water splashed out, some even splashed on Han Yang's legs. There was a lot of movement.

Han Yang opened his eyes and glanced back. There were two young people, who couldn't tell if they were adults or not, and then looked away.

The two of them looked at them, and felt that Han Yang's lazy appearance didn't seem like he could fish, so they thought it was Mu Zecheng, kicked the bucket again, and said to Mu Zecheng, "Hey, sell this fish give it to me."

Mu Zecheng didn't speak, and didn't even raise his eyes to look at them.

The two young men yelled a few more times, but there was still no response. Being ignored must have made them feel embarrassed, so they reached out to pat Mu Zecheng's chair. Han Yang picked up the spare fishing tackle beside him and threw it on the back of his hand. .

"Damn it!" A burst of severe pain caused the young man to curse, holding his red hand, staring at Han Yang, "You are sick."

Han Yang just said three words lightly, "Don't sell it, get out."

"If you say you won't sell it, you won't sell it. Who are you? If you dare to do something, you will die."

Han Yang raised the corners of his mouth, and looked at him sideways on the back of the chair, "How do you want me to die?"

Seeing his face, the young man was stunned for a moment, but he refused to lose his momentum, "Do you know who my father is? I just want this fish today."

The person next to him tugged at his arm, trying to persuade him to forget it, but he refused, and shook away with the bucket after speaking. Han Yang picked up the fishing gear and threw it on the hollow of his leg.

All of a sudden the young man fell to the ground together with the bucket, the water poured all over the floor, and the mud covered him all over.

Another person stepped forward to help him up, but he shook his hand away, "Damn it. I won't be named Wei if I don't kill myself today!"

But before he could make a move, a familiar voice came from behind, "Wei Zida!"

He turned his head and saw his father Wei Ming walking over. Wei Zida immediately complained, "Dad, someone hit me!"

However, his father didn't make the decision for him, but slapped him on the back of the head, "I told you to stay quiet, but you didn't, and came to make trouble for me again!"

Wei Zida opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "I..."

"What are you!" Wei Zida's father said angrily, "Apologize to Uncle Mu!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed his head down violently, making him bow to Mu Zecheng.

Wei Zida opened his eyes wide, and finally remembered who the person in front of him was, and reflexively wanted to look up, but his father pushed him down, "Quickly apologize to Uncle Mu!"

Hearing his father's angry voice, Wei Zida was about to speak with a trembling voice.

But Mu Zecheng raised his hand and stopped him, "No need."

There is only one person who can call him uncle, and he is sitting next to him.

Wei Ming looked at the mess next to him. When someone came to inform him just now, he didn't elaborate, but he guessed something from the scene, and immediately said: "Mr. Mu, we will compensate for the losses here."

"We are all people in the business field. Since we want compensation, let's talk about it here."

"...that's what you said."

Han Yang looked at them absent-mindedly at the side, Mu Zecheng sat and Wei Ming stood, and negotiated the compensation agreement for him, "We have also negotiated, then this crucian carp will be given to you."

"No, no, no. How can I not be ignorant if children are ignorant?"

When they said this, Han Yang smiled.

The compensation has been paid, and the word is still sent. Mu Zecheng is indeed a powerful businessman.

Mu Zecheng glanced at him, and smiled imperceptibly.

In the end they reached an agreement, and Han Yang didn't even suffer any actual loss, but unexpectedly received a large amount of compensation.

When the time came in the afternoon, it was time for them to leave.

Han Yang stood up and stretched his arms.

Today he is dressed casually and looks much younger, as if he has just grown up.

Mu Zecheng looked at him, and suddenly reached out to touch his face.

"what happened?"

"There are dirty things." Mu Zecheng smiled, "Let's go. I'll have lunch at home today and try the fish you caught."

"Then I must stay and try this lucky fish."