Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 41

Pan Zi and Lei Zi once boasted to Li Zhuiyuan that even if some stars were wearing clothes, they could still imagine them naked in their minds.

Now, Li Zhuiyuan looked at the alive Ding Dalin and Secretary Jin in front of him, and all he could think of was their bloody jumping after being skinned.

In the summer, early morning, the sun was shining brightly, but it suddenly became so cold that I wanted to shiver.

Ding Dalin bent down, showing a kind smile, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Don't you recognize me now?"

Li Sanjiang laughed and said, "How is that possible? This kid just told me about you, saying that you..."

Li Zhuiyuan was so frightened that his spine immediately went cold.

But at this time, Li Sanjiang's words were already on the tip of his tongue and he couldn't stop them at all.

"…He said you gave him such a big red envelope last time, and he praised you as a great grandfather."

"Oh, really? Hehe." Ding Dalin laughed heartily.

Li Zhuiyuan felt a little dizzy, and the feeling of surviving a disaster rushed to his head.

Li Sanjiang touched Li Zhuiyuan's head and said, "My boy, he remembers whoever treats him well. He is not like other boys, no matter how good they are to others, they will forget them the moment they turn around. How can they recognize who you are?"

Ding Dalin nodded: "This is about people."

"That's not true. Some kids are born ungrateful and can never be tamed."

"Mr. Sanjiang." Ding Dalin straightened up, looked away from the boy and looked at Li Sanjiang. "Come on, come sit over there and have lunch with me."

"That's so embarrassing."

"What's there to be embarrassed about? There are a lot of leftover dishes from yesterday's banquet. Don't be disgusted. Help me eat them together."

There are always some leftovers after a banquet, which will go bad easily if left for a long time. If there are not many people in the family and there is not enough time to eat them, two small tables will be set up the next day after the banquet and only close relatives will be invited to eat.

There is nothing particular about this kind of banquet. There are just a bunch of cold dishes and some heated cooked dishes. It doesn't look good, but it is accompanied by good food and wine.

Li Sanjiang: "For lunch, there's no need to go so early."

Li Zhuiyuan finally managed his expression and made sure that his voice would not tremble when he spoke next. But just as he was about to open his mouth to find a reason to turn down the invitation from his grandfather, he looked up and met the gaze of Secretary Jin.

She looked at herself with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were empty and cold.

It is difficult for ordinary people to see it, but Li Zhuiyuan had the habit of observing and imitating others. After reading "A Detailed Explanation of Yin and Yang Physiognomy", his observation of people's micro-expressions became more delicate and in-depth.

The mental fortress that had just been built began to collapse again.

She didn't say anything. It might have been just her imagination, but he really seemed to see a silent warning.

Is it directed at me? Or at my grandfather?

Or,

To anyone who might see through their skin.

"It's like this. I want to contract a piece of land. I'll pay the rent in one lump sum, but it has to be under your name."

“How big is the contract?”

"More than ten acres of land."

"How long will the contract last?"

"Thirty years."

"Then we have to go!"

Ding Dalin laughed and scolded, "Well, you, the Marquis of Sanjiang, are so sure that I won't live that long, right?"

"Thirty years? How can you possibly live that long? If you and I live another thirty years, our skin will be chapped and worn out."

"Haha, we are already so old, we don't need to maintain an image as young people. If the skin is broken, it is broken. It can still be used after mending it."

Li Zhuiyuan's heart skipped a beat.

He was now really afraid that his grandfather would suddenly say something wrong and really irritate the other person.

Although he knew that his great-grandfather was blessed with good fortune, Grandma Liu also said that this good fortune also depends on the place and what one encounters. If one really encounters a tough opponent, this good fortune will be of no use.

The horror of what happened in Big Beard's house last night was beyond Li Zhuiyuan's imagination.

What he was experiencing now pushed what happened last night to an even more bizarre and terrifying level.

Faced with this situation, Li Zhuiyuan felt that his great grandfather’s good fortune... would definitely not be able to withstand it.

"Okay, go ahead." Li Sanjiang rubbed his chin with his palm and looked down at Li Zhuiyuan who was standing beside him. "It's a good opportunity for me to make a will at this time."

"Hey, Marquis Sanjiang, you are an old, childless man, who are you going to marry?"

"I have no children, but I have great-grandchildren. After I am gone, the things I leave behind will of course be given to our little Marquis Yuan."

Ding Dalin bent down to the boy again.

Li Zhuiyuan was extremely repulsive and resistant to his action, but still managed a shy smile.

This kind of expression is really practical for a child, whether it is towards people... or ghosts.

"Little Marquis Yuan, look, your grandfather really loves you. When you grow up, you must treat your grandfather well."

"Well, I will."

Ding Dalin straightened up and paused.

Secretary Jin reached out and supported him.

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that Secretary Jin's right hand was on the back of Ding Dalin's neck, and her left hand was on the side of Ding Dalin's lower back. She was not supporting with her palm, but grabbing, with her five fingers stretched out and very strong.

It was like trying to forcibly put something broken back together.

"What's wrong, Lord Lin?"

"My old waist is no longer able to function."

"Stop rolling around in bed at night."

"Sanjiang Hou, you old man, come on, come with me home."

As he spoke, Ding Dalin extended his hand towards Li Sanjiang.

Li Sanjiang took the initiative to catch it and then he took over the support.

The two old men walked forward side by side, talking.

"Let's go, little brother?" Secretary Jin put her hand on the boy's shoulder.

"My summer homework hasn't yet..."

"Your grandfather wants to make a will for you, so you must go today."

"…I haven't bought an eraser yet. I don't know where I left my previous eraser."

"Come on, Auntie will buy it for you."

"No, I have money."

Going from here to Big Beard's house, you'll pass by Aunt Zhang's grocery store. When you get closer, Secretary Jin stops.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the counter and was about to ask for an eraser when a figure jumped out from behind the store stall. It was Tan Wenbin.

This guy wanted to take a shortcut, so he didn't take the village road, but went through the ridge of the field.

"Hey, Brother Xiaoyuan, what are you buying? Come, I'll pay for it all."

"eraser."

"Aunt, get an eraser and a bottle of Fengyoujing."

Aunt Zhang handed the thing over, Tan Wenbin gave the money, and handed the eraser to Li Zhuiyuan. He unscrewed the bottle in a hurry and started applying it on his neck and arms.

"I saw you guys itching a lot last night, so I feel a little itchy today too. I suspect it was Runsheng who gave it to me."

"Brother Binbin, go back and tell Brother Runsheng and Grandma Liu that Grandpa and I went to Grandpa Ding's house for dinner."

"What, you still want to go to the water...Ohhhh!"

Li Zhuiyuan grabbed Tan Wenbin's hand, grasped the flesh of his palm with his fingertips, and twisted it hard.

At this time, Secretary Jin, who was standing in the distance, also came over.

Tan Wenbin had just come out from behind the store, and he didn't notice that she was nearby. He was so scared that he continued to shout:

“…Ohhhh!”

Secretary Kim continued to move closer.

"...You want some water, right? I'll buy it for you. Aunt, give me two bottles of Jianlibao." As he spoke, Tan Wenbin deliberately looked at Secretary Jin who was walking over, "Sister, do you want one?"

Secretary Jin shook her head.

"Hehe." Tan Wenbin paid again and handed a bottle of Jianlibao to Li Zhuiyuan.

"Thank you, Brother Binbin. Then you can go back. Remember to tell our family that my grandfather and I will not be back for lunch, so you don't have to cook for us."

"it is good."

At this time, Secretary Jin suddenly said, "Let's go eat together."

Tan Wenbin was stunned for a moment.

Secretary Kim: "I saw you enjoying the food at the banquet yesterday. There's more at noon. Let's go eat together."

"That's not good..."

"Let's go, let's go together, they are going far away."

Secretary Jin stretched out her hands and placed them on the shoulders of the two boys, one big and one small, urging them to move forward.

This is an attitude that cannot be rejected.

Li Zhuiyuan had never expected that Tan Wenbin's eating manners at the table yesterday would leave such a deep impression on people.

If he had been more polite at the banquet yesterday, this situation might not have happened.

However, at present, Tan Wenbin should only know the initial version of the information about the water monkey.

That's what I told him last night before I and Runsheng set out for Big Beard's house.

After returning last night, he wanted to know what happened exactly, but he didn't want to recall or recount it at that time, so he asked him to ask Runsheng.

Runsheng was probably the same as me, not wanting to mention that horrific scene for the time being, so I didn't have time to tell him.

Otherwise, if he knew, when he saw Secretary Jin, he would probably jump up in fright as if there was a firecracker stuck in his crotch.

As they walked, Secretary Jin said, "Is there anyone else at home? Let them come over for lunch. No need to cook."

Li Zhuiyuan quickly refused, "No, there are only people left in the family who work for Grandpa, so they are not considered relatives."

"OK then."

During the rest of the journey, Tan Wenbin gradually relaxed and even took the initiative to find topics to talk.

Li Zhuiyuan felt that Binbin should be quite proud.

He probably felt that he was the son of a policeman and had a genetic anti-reconnaissance awareness, so he could talk and laugh in front of the water monkey.

In fact, this is quite good. You can act without showing any timidity.

They walked all the way to the door of Big Beard's house. As soon as they got onto the dam, Li Zhuiyuan's eyes froze.

Right in front of the dam is the fish pond. At this moment, the water in the pond is abundant, just like it was yesterday.

The fish pond that was supposed to be drained and dug up has been restored;
A group of people who should have been skinned to death came back to life one by one.

The scene in my memory is now logically becoming more and more like a hallucination or nightmare.

When the world presents itself to you in an irrational way, people usually begin to doubt themselves first.

However, Li Zhuiyuan was very sure that it was definitely not a dream, and that what happened last night was real.

The fish pond should have been filled with water last night. The dead were dead, and as for who those who were still alive were... he didn't understand.

The village chief and several village elders arrived. Everyone sat in a circle on the benches on the dam, chatting and talking.

Secretary Jin brought over a small coffee table with melon seeds, peanuts and candies on it.

Li Sanjiang grabbed two handfuls and handed one to Li Zhuiyuan and the other to Tan Wenbin.

Ding Dalin said to them, "Go upstairs and watch TV. There is TV in the room. I will call you down when it's time to eat."

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "We have a TV at home. My grandfather bought it."

Li Sanjiang puffed out his chest and said proudly:
"That's right. I bought a TV for my son, but he loves studying and doesn't watch it much on weekdays, so it's a good thing for the mule at home to watch TV every day."

In fact, Li Zhuiyuan didn't want to be separated from the crowd.

Although entering here means danger, and tying up these old people on the dam together does not have much practical benefit, it can at least provide some psychological comfort.

His emotions made him fall into fear since he saw them, but his reason told him that the situation could still be saved.

After all, he and his companions, as well as the village chief, were not skinned as soon as they arrived at the dam.

If they just wanted to lure someone here to kill them, they could have done it just now.

The fact that they can sit here and chat, and actually talk about the details of land contracting, proves that they have their own goals and plans.

Then, as long as we don't break their rules, myself, Grandpa, and Binbin might be able to return safely.

The village chief said with some embarrassment: "But, isn't it too long to contract for 30 years at a time? It would be hard for the village to explain."

Ding Dalin said: "The contract fee can be increased every year. Just give me a final specific number."

Li Sanjiang was very positive about this matter. He believed that Ding Dalin would not live that long, and neither would he. So after the land was contracted, wouldn't it still belong to Xiaoyuanhou?

"I said, if they want 30 years, then it's 30 years. At worst, the village will make the specific contract public, and everyone will know about it, and no one will gossip about it anymore."

Secretary Jin had returned to the house by now, probably to prepare lunch. There were only her and Ding Dalin at home, so she was the only one who could do the work.

Ding Dalin shifted his attention away from himself, and Li Zhuiyuan felt a lot more relaxed.

He didn't dare to leave here without permission. Any extraordinary action would be extremely dangerous at this time.

If they are really pushed into a corner, the worst that can happen is that all the people on the scene will be replaced. Since they can bring the people in the opera troupe back to life, it should be easy to bring the village chief back to life, and it will not delay the land contracting.

Making sure that he was still within their sight, Li Zhuiyuan walked down the dam and began to circle in the open space in front of the fish pond.

He knew that he couldn't keep going in this circle, otherwise he would look stupid.

At this time, the best thing to do would be to play some games, but the problem is that I never keep children's toys in my pocket.

But fortunately, he doesn't have it, but someone else does.

Tan Wenbin must have understood what Xiaoyuan meant. He reached into his pocket and took out a handful of colorful marbles.

"Xiaoyuan, let's play this."

"Okay."

For the first time, Li Zhuiyuan discovered that a childish person could also turn into an angel.

A boy who is about to be in the third year of high school actually has marbles in his pocket. No wonder your dad bought you jelly.

The two of them bent down and started playing marbles.

Li Zhuiyuan originally just wanted to take the opportunity to observe the fish pond up close. He believed that no matter how perfectly the restoration was done, after all, only half a day had passed, so there would definitely be traces left.

But as he played, Tan Wenbin gradually got into the state. Every time he played the ball, he hit it accurately and clapped and cheered for himself happily every time.

This noise often attracted the attention of a group of elderly people on the dam.

They pointed and talked, with smiles on their faces.

Most children will have a similar experience, that is, when they are playing with their friends, there are often adults standing next to them and watching them for a long time.

What they are actually watching is their own childhood.

But Li Zhuiyuan didn't want to create such a warm atmosphere. Finally, he couldn't help but bounce a marble onto Binbin's nose.

Binbin felt a pain at first and covered his nose, then his eyes showed relief, and then shame, he was too immersed in the role.

Li Zhuiyuan began to deliberately throw marbles towards the direction of the fish pond, and Tan Wenbin cooperated and threw them in that direction. The two chased the marbles and came to the edge of the fish pond.

Take the time and scan quickly.

He discovered that the edge of the fish pond was covered with newly turned mud.

This fish pond was indeed backfilled!
Not daring to stay in this sensitive position any longer, Li Zhuiyuan immediately shot another marble and moved away from the fish pond.

"Haha, Brother Binbin, I win this time."

"Xiaoyuan, you are so awesome." Binbin showed a smile like an older brother.

As Li Zhuiyuan jumped for joy, he glanced at the dam and saw Ding Dalin turning his head.

Was it because of my previous action of approaching the fish pond that made it sensitive?
Next, Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Binbin played closer and closer to the dam.

"Brother Binbin, I'm tired. Let's take a rest."

"it is good."

Li Zhuiyuan just sat down without caring about the dirt and stones on the ground.

The sole of the shoe happened to rub against the stones, knocking over a few of them, and red appeared under the stones, which was blood.

Li Zhuiyuan quickly retracted his foot and turned the stone back with the sole of his shoe.

He quickly recalled the details of last night in his mind. Wasn't the place where he was now exactly where Ding Dalin was pecked by the chicken?
I remember that Ding Dalin's palm was pecked through by the rooster.

"Little Marquis Yuan."

"Hey, Grandpa."

Li Zhuiyuan ran up to the dam and came to Li Sanjiang.

The previous land contracting issue has been almost settled, and now the issue is about making a will. The village chief is writing with a paper and a pen.

An old man nearby asked, "Mr. Sanjiang, wouldn't it be inappropriate to give it directly to the child? You must at least give someone who can provide for your old age."

"I have arranged the retirement care."

"Can you trust me?"

"Reliable."

We are all older people, so there is no need to avoid these topics.

Li Sanjiang absolutely trusts Li Weihan's character, but Li Weihan has many sons and grandchildren. If he gives his inheritance to Li Weihan, it will most likely be divided up by those ungrateful people, which he does not want to see.

The village chief wrote it and said, "The witnesses are here, so why not just put your fingerprints on it? Do you have ink at home?"

Ding Dalin said, "It's in the bedside drawer of the bedroom on the second floor. I'll go get it."

"Just let the boy go, Xiao Yuanhou, go get it."

Li Zhuiyuan wanted to refuse, but Ding Dalin, who had just stood up, sat down again. It would be unreasonable for him to resist at this time.

"Okay, Master."

Li Zhuiyuan ran in and went up the stairs. Tan Wenbin wanted to follow him, but was stopped by Li Sanjiang:
"Zhuangzhuang."

"Uncle Li, my name is Binbin."

"Go to the kitchen and help carry the dishes. The little secretary can't handle it alone."

Tan Wenbin didn't want to be alone with the water monkey, but he was faced with the same dilemma as Li Zhuiyuan before. He could only smile and nod in response, then walked towards the kitchen.

Li Zhuiyuan came to the second floor and found that it had been cleaned and tidied, and the balcony corridor was very clean.

He didn't rush into the room, but came to the bottom of the small patio cover. There was a ladder against the wall beside him.

His own battle flag and Runsheng's corpse-recovering equipment should still be on the roof.

But the problem is, even if I move the ladder to the roof and get those things, I can't take them away because they are too heavy.

Even if you lose the house, it is not safe because the noise is too loud and can be easily noticed.

In the end, Li Zhuiyuan turned around, opened the door and walked into the bedroom.

The furnishings in the bedroom are very rich. In order to save time, Ding Dalin should have bought the furniture together with the house.

He walked over to the bedside table and opened the drawer.

There was indeed a box of ink inside, and another thing that Li Zhuiyuan had not expected... a compass.

A purple compass with five small circles outside the main circle.

Li Zhuiyuan took the compass in his hand and turned it gently. He soon figured out the meaning of the five sub-circles.

A similar type of compass was actually recorded in "Records of the Right Path to Subdue Demons", but because the production process was extremely complicated and required many special materials, it was not even within Li Zhuiyuan's consideration.

Holding it now, Li Zhuiyuan really likes it.

With it, when you look at the Feng Shui layout, it is like taking a math test and being able to bring a calculator into the examination room.

He is now increasingly finding that he can no longer rely too much on forced mental calculations like he did in the past, as his body will not be able to bear it.

With this thing, combined with "Liu's Qi-Watching Secret", I won't overdraw and have nosebleeds when I check the feng shui of the fish pond like last time.

The real Ding Dalin is dead, so it is ownerless and it is not considered stealing if you take it.

But...it's still too risky.

All other belongings of the group of water monkeys were packed up and taken away, but this one thing was left behind, proving that it was still very valuable.

It should know who has entered the house, and if something is lost, it can definitely lock onto itself.

Forget it, I can’t take it.

Although the thing was good, his life was more important. Just as Li Zhuiyuan was about to put the compass back into the drawer,

"Did you find it?"

Secretary Jin's voice came from the bedroom door.

Li Zhuiyuan was startled again, but his ability to withstand pressure also improved. He continued to hold the compass in his left hand while picking up the ink box with his right hand:

“I found it.”

"I thought you couldn't find it, so I came up to check."

"What is this, Aunt Jin?" Li Zhuiyuan asked, holding up the compass. "It looks great."

"It's a toy. If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Li Zhuiyuan’s first reaction was not surprise, but: Is this a test?

"Take all your things and come down."

Secretary Jin said this and turned to leave.

Li Zhuiyuan hesitated for a moment, but still took the compass and ink and went downstairs.

After handing the ink to the village chief, he motioned for everyone to put their fingerprints on it.

Li Sanjiang saw the compass and asked, "Xiao Yuanhou, what is this?"

Ding Dalin said, "It's a small item at home. The child likes it, so give it to the child as a toy."

Li Sanjiang took it first, looked it up and down, and asked in confusion: "Why are there so many circles? What kind of crap is this?"

After belittling him, Li Sanjiang casually threw the compass to Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan really wanted to remind his grandfather that this was professional, and the compass you usually use was just a compass.

"Xiao Yuanhou, say thank you to your Grandpa Ding."

"Thank you, Grandpa Ding."

"Haha, good boy." Ding Dalin reached out and touched Li Zhuiyuan's head.

Li Zhuiyuan felt his hair stand on end, but he had to endure it and didn't dare to dodge.

The will was ready, in two copies. The village chief took one copy to the village office, and Li Sanjiang folded the other carefully and put it solemnly into his coat pocket, touching it.

Lunch is ready, everyone please take your seats.

The dish was very rich. In front of Li Zhuiyuan was a large plate of boiled shrimps.

When Li Zhuiyuan saw the shrimp, he felt a little nauseous.

"Everyone, please eat. Please be patient. There are not many delicious dishes." Ding Dalin raised his chopsticks and greeted everyone.

Everyone picked up their chopsticks.

"Come on, Zhuangzhuang, eat shrimp. This is your favorite dish yesterday."

Li Sanjiang used chopsticks to push one-third of the shrimps on the plate directly in front of Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin, then reached out and turned the dining table.

Tan Wenbin was not polite either. He picked up the shrimp, first pulled out the shrimp head, peeled it, dipped it in vinegar and sucked on the shrimp head, then deftly peeled the shrimp body to reveal the whole shrimp meat.

After removing the shrimp thread, Tan Wenbin dipped it in vinegar and put it into Li Zhuiyuan's bowl.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the chopsticks and picked up the shrimp meat, which was red and tender.

I put the shrimp into my mouth and chewed it, and the scene I saw last night kept appearing in my mind.

This was the first time that Li Zhuiyuan had eaten such delicious yet difficult to swallow food.

In the end, he forced himself to swallow it, only to find it more painful than eating the "dish" at the birthday party for the cat-faced old lady.

Seeing that Tan Wenbin wanted to continue peeling shrimp for him, Li Zhuiyuan hurriedly said, "Brother Binbin, eat it yourself. I don't like shrimp very much."

"Really?" Tan Wenbin was a little surprised. "Then I'll eat it myself."

"Ah."

Secretary Jin brought a large bowl containing a stewed chicken.

Ding Dalin poked the chicken with chopsticks and asked, "Isn't it an old hen?"

"There are no old hens left."

"Oh, how can this be possible?"

Ding Dalin shook his head somewhat dissatisfiedly.

Li Sanjiang tried to smooth things over, saying, "Mr. Lin, you've been spoiled. Why do you even distinguish between male and female chickens? It was not easy to get a bite of meat before liberation."

As he spoke, Li Sanjiang personally took action, peeled off a fat chicken leg and put it in Li Zhuiyuan's bowl.

Li Zhuiyuan stared at it with his head down and didn't rush to pick up his chopsticks. It wasn't that he was being pretentious, but this chicken seemed familiar to him.

The reason is, even if it is a rooster stew, how can there be no chicken skin?
"Why, you don't like it?" Ding Dalin asked.

"I love it." Li Zhuiyuan picked up the chicken leg and took a big bite. It was a bit tough.

"what about the taste?"

"good to eat."

Ding Dalin nodded with satisfaction. When he stood up to pick up some food, Li Zhuiyuan noticed that there was a black gauze tied around the base of his right hand.

The meal was warm and peaceful, so normal that Li Zhuiyuan felt as if he was the most abnormal person at the table.

But no matter what, this time Li Zhuiyuan rarely left the table after the children finished eating, and sat there very politely until the end of the meal.

After dinner, everyone started smoking and chatting as a final preparation before leaving.

The village chief stood up first, patted his pants lightly, and said, "That's it for today. The village needs to discuss your contract again. Don't worry, we will give you a reply soon."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work and concern." Ding Dalin stood up and shook hands with the village chief.

Everyone left the table together, walked out of the hall and came to the dam. They shared a cigarette and said a few words. Then the village chief and several elders walked down to the dam.

Li Zhuiyuan was very anxious because Li Sanjiang had not left. He was still standing next to Ding Dalin, and both of them had cigarettes in their mouths.

"I was embarrassed to ask you when the village chief was here, but you contracted this land but you don't want to grow crops. Why are you planning to plant peach trees?"

"Well, if you plant peach trees, you can get peaches."

"Who will buy peaches if they can't be sold? In the past, we could get them from canneries, but now I heard that the canneries themselves are in financial trouble."

"Even if I can't sell it, it's good to see the peach blossoms."

"I say, Lord Lin, what's wrong with you?" Li Sanjiang reached out and touched Ding Dalin's forehead. "Why do I feel like you've become a different person today?"

Li Zhuiyuan's heart was gripped once again.

Tan Wenbin began to add drama to himself and took the initiative to say: "Uncle Li, you don't understand this. Our Uncle Ding is pursuing a beautiful artistic conception. Yes, when I think about the peach trees planted here in the future, how beautiful it will be when the peach blossoms are in full bloom."

"What about the fish pond?" Li Sanjiang asked.

"Fill it in and plant some trees."

"I say, Lord Lin, how much wealth did you make abroad that you could squander it like this?"

"Isn't the purpose of making money to waste it?"

"I don't understand you. Never mind. Just do as you like."

"Oh, by the way, the troupe said that one of their speakers was broken and they wanted me to pay for the repairs. I was too lazy to argue, so I just bought it second-hand."

"Are you stupid? Where did you find the troupe? How can you ask the owner to compensate you when your equipment breaks down?"

“It’s quite cheap. I tinkered with it last night and it’s not broken, except for the poor contact of the plug. It’s fixed now.

There's no use for me to keep this thing. Since you're doing this business, you can rent it out and make money in the future.

Come, come with me and take a look. If it looks good, you can drag it away."

"Okay, let's go take a look."

Li Sanjiang followed Ding Dalin to the shady inner room on the first floor. Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin looked at each other, wondering whether to follow.

"Little boy, you forgot to take this." Secretary Jin's voice appeared behind him, and the purple compass was brought to the boy.

He had deliberately placed it on a chair next to the dining table so as not to appear anxious.

Li Zhuiyuan took it and asked in surprise, "Are you really giving it to me?"

"Can you play this thing?"

"Of course I do."

Li Zhuiyuan took the compass and turned it around, looking at the moving needle inside and laughing foolishly.

"Secretary Jin, come here and adjust it." Uncle Ding's voice came from inside.

Secretary Jin put his hands on Li Zhuiyuan's shoulders and said, "Let's go and take a look."

The moment the woman's hands fell on his shoulders, Li Zhuiyuan was stunned.

He didn't leave in a hurry, but slowly raised his head.

Secretary Jin also lowered his head at this time, and the two looked at each other.

After a long time, Ding Dalin's urging voice came from inside again: "Why don't you come? I'm waiting for you to do it."

"Let's go."

"Ah."

Li Zhuiyuan walked in front, and Secretary Jin walked behind, holding Li Zhuiyuan's shoulders with both hands.

This road was obviously very short, but Li Zhuiyuan felt it was a bit long.

Finally, the two of them walked into the inner room one after the other.

Secretary Jin let go of her hand, adjusted the speakers, and then picked up the microphone:

“Hoohoo…Hello…Hello…”

There's a little bit of crackling, but the overall effect is good.

Ding Dalin glanced at Li Sanjiang, then said to Secretary Jin: "Come on, try singing a song."

Secretary Jin nodded and asked, "What song?"

"Whatever, Sanjiang Hou, what song do you want to listen to? I, your secretary, can sing a lot of songs. Just order whatever you want."

"Oh, I'm not as shameless as you to order songs from a big girl. Xiao Yuanhou, order whatever song you want to hear."

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "I can do anything."

Secretary Jin looked at Li Zhuiyuan and said, "Little boy, order one."

"I don't have anything in particular I want to hear, Auntie, just sing whatever you want."

Secretary Jin nodded, picked up the microphone, and sang without accompaniment:
"Looking back slowly, the night that once belonged to each other.

Honghong is still you, the sunshine in my heart..."

The singing is gentle and the Cantonese is not accurate, but it is very beautiful.

It is "Thousands of Songs".

(End of this chapter)