Vibrant color, fragrant dust, far away fragrance

There has been no news from Beiping, and An Yichen is going crazy.

When this happened, his first reaction was that Fu Hanyang did it, but the person sent to monitor Fu Hanyang said that Fu Hanyang hadn't been out these few days, and Xiao Wu also said that Fu Hanyang hadn't seen any special people.

But apart from Fu Hanyang, An Yichen couldn't think of anyone in Nanjing who would have the guts to rob the Ning Mansion.Without any clue, An Yichen could only ask people all over Nanjing to look around.

That afternoon, when An Yichen was burning with anxiety, the intelligence chief finally made a call.After An Yichen answered the phone, he hurriedly took Xiao Wu out of the house.

Dock Street in Nanjing is a street that leads directly to the port. At the mouth of the Yangtze River, hundreds of large ships are parked, waiting to load and unload.Countless men who rely on physical strength to make a living pull carts and carry sacks to and fro on this street.This street is almost exclusively used for this purpose, and the two sides are almost full of small bungalows where workers live. At noon, black smoke is rising from the black chimneys, and the smell of cooking is wafting out.

There are only one or two small restaurants on both sides of the street, and they all sell sesame seed cakes, deep-fried dough sticks, steamed buns and some home-cooked dishes. Workers sometimes get up early or can’t rest all night, depending on when the ship docks and have no time to cook. When I was young, I went to these small restaurants to buy some simple food to take along the way.Sometimes the ship arrives smoothly, and the ship owner sends money to the workers to order a few drinks and food to celebrate.

There are even fewer hotels, because this street has become a freight street, and almost no one comes except the workers. Even if the bosses come to inspect, they will come by car or rickshaw, and they will not stay overnight.Only some smuggled guests left from this port.

Because most of the ships parked at this port are pure cargo ships, which cannot carry people at all. If people want to take a ship, they have to go to SF Port in the west.Most of the people who take the boat here have their own reasons, so the hotel owner has developed a temper of indifference, no matter where or who, as long as they pay, they can live.

The only hotel here is the Ping An Hotel, which is a small hotel with only fifteen rooms. Although the largest of these fifteen rooms is only twenty square meters, they are already the "upper rooms" of this hotel. "The next room", I built a shack next to the manger where the horses were kept. The Datong shop with straw mats only costs [-] cents, and I want to live for a few days.

At this moment, in the largest upper room of the Ping'an Hotel, there is a young master, that is, Master Ning.

Ning Zhiyuan sat on the only clean bed in the whole room with disgust. Even so, the greasy sheets made him only dare to sit on half of his buttocks, his brows furrowed into mountain peaks.

In the room, the four thugs looked at him, and sitting on the only round stool was an old man in his fifties, wearing a long robe and mandarin jacket, like a country gentleman, but the fierceness in his eyes could not be concealed.

The door was pushed open, and a dark and fat young man in his 20s walked in.Ning Zhiyuan recognized this person.

"Yo! Song Huwei! I still said who kidnapped me, but if you give me a bottle, you are too rude! At worst, I will ask my father for the bottle back, and I will give it to you. You should give it to me first. I'll let it go, it's stuffy and hot, I really can't stand it!" Ning Zhiyuan complained.

In order to prevent people from discovering, the windows in the room were closed, the air was humid and stuffy, and there was a smell of sweat, Ning Zhiyuan, who had always loved cleanliness, almost fainted.

Since he was kidnapped last night, the gangsters have neither coerced him nor used violence against him, which made him not very afraid in the den of thieves, and patiently waited for An Yichen to rescue him.

Although he argued and quarreled, he also knew that An Yichen was the only one he could count on at critical times.

I also hope that An Yichen won't be so narrow-minded, and ignore him after a quarrel.Then he must scold him when he goes out, and then don't expect him to talk to An Yichen again.

He didn't think that if An Yichen didn't come, it would be difficult for him to have a future.

Song Huwei became angry when he saw Ning Zhiyuan's appearance, he wanted to bargain with him in the palm of his hand, and punched like Ning Zhiyuan!

Ning Zhiyuan wasn't blind either, seeing that he was going to get rough, he immediately made a mess in the room.

I wanted to take this opportunity to run to the door, but was soon restrained by several thugs.

Seeing that Song Huwei was about to punch him, the sitting old man stopped him.

"Stop! Huwei, go to the side!" The old man nodded, and Song Huwei stood aside helplessly and angrily.

The old man looked at Ning Zhiyuan again. From the time he was kidnapped to now, no matter how noisy he was, no one had said a word to him. At this moment, the old man took the initiative to communicate with him.

"Master Ning, you must not know me. Your father is indeed familiar with me. I am Huwei's father. My family was originally in the freight business, and I have given you a lot of respect for your father. However, your father is bewitched by something. My boat must be sealed. I want to talk to your father, but he doesn’t give me the chance, so I have to invite you over, presumably your father will be willing to see me.”

"Fart! Is this called please? This young master was obviously tied up here! And tied up to this wretched place!"

Song Huwei wanted to make a move again, but was blocked by the old man again.

"You have been living in An's house in Nanjing. How can a small person like me get into Premier An's house? There is no way to invite him, so I have to use this method. I hope you don't mind. We will go back to Peiping by boat in the evening. At that time, I can't avoid wronging Young Master Ning, and I hope that Young Master Ning will cooperate a little bit at that time, so that everyone will not look bad."

After finishing speaking, the old man stood up, walked to the door, and told Song Huwei, "Huwei, take care of Young Master Ning for a while, as long as he doesn't leave the room, try to satisfy him with whatever he wants, and I will make arrangements. Young Master Ning, As long as your father agrees, I don't want to have a bad relationship with him, and I hope you will understand."

The old man finished speaking and went out the door.

Ning Zhiyuan in the house knew that his life was not in danger, so he felt relieved for the time being.

Worry less, talk more.

"Brother Huwei, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday, and I would like to ask you to go down and buy a few dishes. Don't want hot dishes. There is no place for hot food in this room. Let's have some cold dishes. I will choose the dishes. Don't ask for it."

Song Huwei glanced at him, and ordered his men to go shopping for vegetables.

When he came back from buying vegetables, Ning Zhiyuan smelled the smell of sweat in the room and couldn't eat anymore, so he wanted to wash up.Song Huwei ordered someone to bring a basin of cold water. After he finished washing, he wanted to change his clothes again, so he asked Song Huwei's men to go buy clothes.Song Huwei couldn't be bothered to talk to him.

Ning Zhiyuan kept on talking non-stop.

"Brother Hu," Ning Zhiyuan thought it was troublesome to call Brother Hu Wei, so he simply omitted it as Brother Hu, "My clothes have been passed around for a day and a night, and they are almost stinky. Get a set, or I'll go crazy!"

Song Huwei ignored him at all.

Seeing that he did not agree, Ning Zhiyuan turned to the topic again, "Brother Hu, at my father's birthday banquet a while ago, you gave me a glazed celadon bowl, so I guessed that the reason you went to shoot the plum vase for me was to give it to me. Father’s birthday gift, right? If I knew you were going to give it to my old man, how could I have snatched it from you and spent my [-] check in vain.”

Song Huwei simply turned around and concentrated on drinking his tea.

"Brother Hu, I'm really boring like this. I can't stand loneliness the most. Why don't you find a little girl to accompany me, and I promise to stay here safely, how about it?"

Ning Zhiyuan chattered endlessly, and the Buddha was also annoyed.Song Huwei stood up and wanted to beat him up, hesitated again and again, suppressed his fire, and went out to guard the door.

Although Ning Zhiyuan looked indifferent on the surface, he was also worried in his heart.If An Yichen couldn't save him before uploading to Hong Kong, no one would know his whereabouts when he got to the river, so he could only wait until Beiping, and let the old bastard and the little bastard threaten his father.

An Yichen, come quickly!

Ning Zhiyuan regretted quarreling with An Yichen.

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