The system is the king of the counterattack master

When Wang Hao sent Han Xiaodong back to the noodle restaurant, the customers of the noodle restaurant had almost left.

"Tomorrow, you prepare for the day, starting from the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, and you learn to drive with me."

When Han Xiaodong unbuckled his seat belt and was about to get out of the car, Wang Hao suddenly said to him.

"you……"

Han Xiaodong was a little confused. He thought Wang Hao was just here to persuade him to give up, but he didn't expect him to offer to guide him.

"What are you? What if you hang up on my sister? Get out of the car." Wang Hao said angrily.

Han Xiaodong snorted, for some reason, his impression of Wang Hao was not bad, but he always felt unconfident in front of him.

After Han Xiaodong got out of the car, the BMW M3 drove away in a hurry, leaving him standing alone in the wind.

"It seems that the most difficult problem has been solved." Han Xiaodong felt relieved.

He and Wang Hao went back and forth to the bend of Wangyue Mountain twice before he knew this guy's ability. It turned out that he was the fastest record holder of Wangyue Mountain.

Practicing purely by himself, even with the help of Little K, Han Xiaodong can't guarantee that he is sure of winning. If he has the help of this master, if he specializes in that way for a month, Han Xiaodong's chances of winning will greatly increase.

"Don't be too happy, your victory is established on the premise that there will be no accidents before the game." Little K poured cold water on his head.

"What do you mean?" Han Xiaodong didn't understand what Little K meant, but he knew there was something in his words.

"Get rid of him!" Xie Ming's vicious voice came from Han Xiaodong's mind. The voice was mixed with the sound of electric current. It sounded like it should be the monitoring function of Xiao K's mobile phone.

"Master Xie, you're just a young man, you can't touch our brothers... It's hard to hear the news." Xie Ming spoke with an unfamiliar voice, which sounded a bit hoarse.

"You still want face? Your face is face, but my face is not face, sir? When my father speaks, you will squeeze your head and work hard, and when you come to me, you will push back and forth. You look down on me, or Are you scared?"

Xie Ming's attitude was very arrogant.

"Master Xie, what are you talking about? Since we eat this bowl of rice, we men will not be troubled by money. As for the word fear, it has already been picked out of our men's dictionary. What's so scary about a primary school student?" of."

The voice sounded very polite, but inside and outside the words revealed a kind of hostility unique to people who do dirty work.

"Then don't fucking talk nonsense! I'll pay for it, and you will do the work. I will notify you when the time comes! If we mess up the work, none of us will look good!"

After Xie Ming finished speaking, there was a sound of hanging up the phone in Han Xiaodong's mind.

"What is he going to do?" A bad premonition suddenly rose in Han Xiaodong's heart. The conversation just now that can only appear in film and television dramas made Han Xiaodong instantly nervous.

"I didn't disclose the specific plan. It seems that it is just an attempt at present." Little K replied.

Han Xiaodong's excitement just now was extinguished by this sudden "attempt".

He originally thought that Xie Ming was just bullying him because he couldn't drive, and wanted to trip him up on this deadly track.Unexpectedly, this kid actually wanted to play dirty, and found some unclean people to mix in.

I still don't know what method he is going to use, but we must always prevent accidents from happening. In the next twenty days, it seems that we need to take more precautions.

Back in the store, Han Xiaodong put the car keys on the cash register and sat down on the chair, feeling a little depressed.

"What's the matter, kid?" After a while, old man Qiu put a bowl of hot noodles in front of him, and sat opposite him.

Han Xiaodong glanced at the noodles, and after a night of hunger, he vomited again, his stomach was empty now.But the series of things that happened today made him really unable to arouse his appetite.

I can't tell my mother about this kind of thing, she will definitely do everything possible to stop me, that bastard Xu Meng is going out to compete again, now the only one who can confide, besides little K, is the old man in front of him.

"Grandpa." Han Xiaodong called softly.

"What's the matter?" Grandpa Qiu poured two cups of tea, put a cup in front of him, and pushed Xu Xiaodong a cup.

"Have you ever experienced that kind of thing in your life? It's...the kind...that's very dangerous, you might die...the kind that might really die!"

Han Xiaodong suddenly felt that he had learned Chinese for nothing, and he couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe his current situation.

Hearing his question, old man Qiu was stunned for a moment, and stared at the bewildered young man in front of him for a long time. After a while, he stood up and went back to the back kitchen where the lights had been turned off.

Han Xiaodong didn't understand what Mr. Qiu meant.

Xin said that I just asked this question, if I really can't answer it, then it's good to just talk about the truth, don't adults like to do this?What's the matter with getting up and leaving without saying anything.

Could it be the legendary Zen language, telling me to turn back and be right (dark)?

But after a while, Mr. Qiu came out from the back kitchen with a long copper pipe pot in his hand.

He sat back on the chair, took a look at Han Xiaodong, then took out a handful of tobacco from the pouch, stuffed it into the pouch pot, struck another match, lit the tobacco, and took a deep puff.

The way the tobacco burns in the pipe pot is very beautiful. When a person inhales, they light up red together, and then go out suddenly, dotted and repeated, making Han Xiaodong stare in a daze.

After Mr. Qiu took a few puffs of cigarettes, his whole body fell into some kind of memory of the past.

The smoke dissipated very slowly, forming a cloud under the light, enveloping the old man in it, like an oil painting of some age.

"When I was your age, I followed your master and grandpa and made a living by doing small business."

Old Man Qiu was silent for a long time, and finally spoke, but his eyes kept looking at the corner of the table, as if the story was for that table.

"One winter, when I went to a village, the one under the snow was so big that it lost its knee when I stepped on it." Mr. Qiu said, gesturing on his knee.

"We, master and apprentice, had no choice but to temporarily live in that village. There was a family in that village, and the old lady in the family was over 70 years old at the time. At that time, that was a long life.

As soon as the snow fell, the old lady fell ill. Your master knew some medical skills, so he took care of her by the way.

I can't remember what the disease was, but I just remember that your master shook his head after watching it, and quietly told the family that it would take ten days and a half months to prepare for the next life.

The villagers were very sad after hearing this, saying that the old lady had done good deeds all her life, and she should live a long life, and they were all reluctant to let her go like this.

Later, they didn't know where they got a prescription, saying that old ginseng was used as a medicine primer, and the old lady could still be saved.

Your master smacked his lips when he heard it. Where can I find wild ginseng for the snow-covered mountain? Besides, even if you find it, you can only hold your breath with ginseng, and it won't last long after all.

The people in the village ran a lot of places, but they couldn't buy the so-called old mountain ginseng. Just when everyone was about to give up, a young man appeared.

The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old at the time, dark and thin, and he was said to be a distant relative of the old lady.He told everyone, I'm going to dig in the mountains!Be sure to find that old mountain ginseng!Save the old lady!
Everyone persuaded him, saying that this is fate, and everyone tried their best. In this weather, didn't you go to the mountain to die?
The young man was very stubborn, so he said, what you are doing is your strength, you can do this, but I am doing my strength, my strength is not exhausted, I must go.

In this way, he carried his burden that night and left the village. Who knows, on the night he left, there was another heavy snowfall in the mountains. "