Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 6: Human Relations, Uncle Wang
After leaving the Guan family compound, Yan Huan, accompanied by Deng Youcai, took a car to Antu County.

As we got out of the cloudy area where snow and wind were raging and we got on the highway, the car's speed immediately increased.

"Young man, why don't you take a nap first? We have to do our work at night, and it will probably take some time to get there."

"Hehe, but don't worry, I drive steadily and I guarantee that there won't be any bumps or shakes! I'll turn up the air conditioning, or you'll be freezing when you wake up!"

Deng Youcai smiled innocently and glanced at the passenger seat.

Yan Huan's attention was all on his moustache, and from time to time her eyes were attracted by the big shiny gold chain around his neck.

The two Deng brothers are blessed and talented. The elder one is old-fashioned and serious, while the younger one has the rustic air that is unique to the local tycoons in Northeast China.

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Youcai. I'll take a nap."

Yan Huan closed his eyes and leaned towards the chair without tilting his body.

As the saying goes, "When the essence is full, one does not think about sex; when the qi is full, one does not think about food; when the spirit is full, one does not think about sleep." After Yan Huan practiced qi, he cultivated both his sex and his life. His physique, energy and spirit were far superior to his sickly past self. If it were such a short drive in the past, he would have felt dizzy and collapsed, but now he was full of energy.

The drive to Changbai Mountain was nearly four or five hours, and Yan Huan had no reason to waste it, so he simply circulated the Qi in his body, lowered his consciousness, and cultivated his nature and spirit.

Pure and unmixed, still and unchanging, indifferent and inaction, moving with the flow of nature, this is the way to nourish the spirit.

In a car that shakes slightly from time to time, you can better hone the precision and depth of your meditation.

After nearly two hours, the direction of the car's movement obviously shifted, and it was shaking and difficult to stop.

That feeling even reminded Yan Huan of the "shaking straight-line running method" that his coach taught him when he was learning Subject 3.

Yan Huan opened his eyes and turned to look.

"Um...Brother Youcai?"

In a blink of an eye, Deng Youcai was drowsy, his head banging as if he was pounding garlic, his wrist with sandalwood beads was resting on the steering wheel, adjusting the direction from time to time.

"Brother Youcai!"

Yan Huan yelled, and Deng Youcai suddenly jumped up, "Ah! What...what happened, brother?"

"That's enough, let's stop by the service station and take a break. I'll go buy something while I'm at it."

"Do you need to go to the bathroom? Are you craving for a cigarette?"

Yan Huan frowned bitterly and didn't bother to pay attention.

However, when talking about cigarettes, Yan Huan recalled some past events in Changbai Mountain and reached out to touch his pocket.

No money?

"Ahhh, electronic payment is popular now, I should use WeChat, how could I not have money?"

Yan Huan slapped his forehead, took out his cell phone and looked through it for a while. After a moment, he turned his head and looked at the driver, feeling a little embarrassed to speak.

"Brother Youcai, please lend me a thousand dollars!"

"Are you really craving for cigarettes?"

Deng Youcai was not vague and threw his phone over directly. "Lock screen 842650, payment password 880216, transfer it yourself, I'm driving!"

No, buddy, are you serious?

Yan Huan was stunned for a moment. He was really shocked by the straightforwardness and generosity of people from Northeast China.

"Go ahead. You are a master, and I treat you with courtesy. Am I afraid that you are just thinking about my small money?"

huh~~~
Yan Huan sighed.

The world is so fickle...
My own practice is still far from complete...

WeChat payment received, 1000 yuan.

After getting out of the car, the cold wind drove away Deng Youcai's sleepiness. He leaned against the car and waited for a while, then saw Yan Huan coming back with a cigarette.

"Changbai Mountain Series, High Mountain Stream? This smoke tastes bland and not strong enough."

Yan Huan stuffed the cigarette into the back seat and got back into the car.

"I didn't smoke it. I brought it for Mr. Wang at the scenic spot." Deng Youcai sat back in the driver's seat. "Everything has been taken care of over there. No one will stop us. Everyone knows the ways of the world. No one will not give face to the Ma family."

Even outside the world of extraordinary people, most of the people in the Ma Xian family are famous, and Yan Huan has no doubt about this.

Yan Huan doesn't understand the ways of the world, but he definitely understands Uncle Wang in the scenic area.

Three years ago, Yan Huan went to Changbai Mountain alone, taking advantage of the dark night and strong wind to look for the whereabouts of the Golden Essence, but was stopped on the spot by Mr. Wang.

Uncle Wang chased Yan Huan from Heifengkou on the east side of Bulao Peak to Julongquan, from Changbai Waterfalls between Tianwen Peak and Longmen Peak to Tianchi, and went around in circles. The stubborn old man chased for almost a whole night.

There are not many people in the world who would work hard for two thousand yuan, but Uncle Wang is one of them.

Yan Huan still feels a little scared when he thinks about that persistence and stubbornness.

Three years have passed, and it is unknown whether Uncle Wang is still in his position. Yan Huan brought an extra pack of cigarettes with him just in case any trouble occurs.

There is a little grudge between the two of them. If the two really meet, the Guan family, who are standing in the middle, may not be able to save face.

This stubborn old man might not be intimidated by the complicated interests, but cigarettes might be. The old man was a heavy smoker with a strong addiction, and he smoked low-quality cigarettes. This was what the elves of Changbai Mountain told Yan Huan. If Yan Huan wanted the old man to compromise, face might not be enough, but a "high mountain stream" might be enough.

Calming his mind, Yan Huan brought his memories back to reality.

The car drove for a while and arrived at the foot of Changbai Mountain at midnight. The tourists who came and went had long disappeared, the lights were turned off, and it was dark and quiet. The majestic peaks in the distance no longer looked gorgeous and charming during the day, but revealed an indescribable solemnity under the gloomy moonlight.

Yan Huan wrapped his military coat tightly and stopped in the front square outside the fence.

Under the street light, a bald head shines brightly.

"I knew it!"

You are worthy of being my uncle!

Deng Youcai shook his head, thinking that the young master was making a fuss out of nothing. He walked over calmly and quickly.

"Uncle, I'm talented! I've said hello to Director Li of the scenic area management committee this afternoon. We have something to deal with up the mountain."

Uncle Wang waved the flashlight for a while and said, "I received the notice. Let's go in. The lights are turned off and the tourists are cleared. Hurry!"

Yan Huan wrapped the cigarette tightly and followed nervously.

It would be best if this hadn't been discovered. I could have sold the cigarettes worth one thousand yuan back to the village store for eight hundred yuan.

Bang, bang, bang!
Yan Huan walked through the open fence and stepped into the thick white snow. After a few steps, he started running.

Uncle Wang curled his nose and looked suspiciously at the figure that was hurriedly walking away.

"This smell is not right, it's a bit familiar, the way this kid runs..."

"It is you!"

Whoosh!

Before Deng Youcai could react, a black shadow passed directly before his eyes.

"His lower body is stable, and he doesn't slip or mess up when stepping on the ice and snow. His moves are swift and his movements are clean..." Deng Youcai muttered softly, and his sharp rat eyes suddenly opened wide.

This uncle is an alien!
"Damn it, it's you, kid!" Uncle Wang quickened his pace, and every step he took seemed to be deliberately following a certain rhythm.

Yan Huan ran and looked back, "It's not me, sir, you got the wrong person."

"Then don't run!"

"Hey, then you take a rest first!"

A sinister smile appeared on the bald old man's face. The rogue tone that made people's blood pressure soared could only be attributed to the thief he chased three years ago.

"It's been three years. How dare you come here so blatantly?"

"It's been three years. I'm so sorry that you remembered it for three years. Let's be reasonable. If you hadn't been so persistent, would we have fallen into Tianchi Lake? It's my fault that you were hospitalized for more than three months, but didn't your medical insurance and work injury insurance fall through at that time?"

Yan Huan turned around and saw that the old man was in good health, no different from three years ago.

It looks like I can't save money on cigarettes today.

(End of this chapter)