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Chapter 91 The mastermind behind the scenes makes his appearance!

Although Liu Huayu had already arranged for the hotel to prepare a Bentley for Lin Qingsong.

But he's there to pick up bargains, not to be taken advantage of.

Taking that thing to the junkyard is like wearing a suit to the market – it's practically giving people a chance to rip you off.
If someone were to actually drive a Bentley to a junkyard, the shopkeeper would have to rip them off badly, otherwise the Bentley name would be wasted.

This is just being ripped off.

The shop owner saw you driving a Bentley and still wanted to buy his scrap.

Everyone wonders if there's anything valuable in the junk they collect at home.
The shop owner might not even want to rip you off; they might just refuse to sell to you altogether!

So, just like last time when I bought the flat wine jug, I took a ride-hailing service to the vicinity and then walked over.

That way you won't get ripped off.

Although many people say that the idea that taxi drivers love to chat is a stereotype, most of the taxi drivers Lin Qingsong encountered were indeed very talkative.

"Dude, did you know your hotel is super popular lately? Lots of models are staying there!"

It's obvious that this ride-hailing driver is also a chatty person.

While chewing the betel nut wrapped in lime leaves, he continued speaking without waiting for Lin Qingsong's reply:
"Last night and today, the short videos were flooded with these models, especially the Russian girls, their figures are just amazing!"

"Sigh, I wonder which scoundrels will take advantage of these models after the competition."

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Hearing the driver's jealous words, Lin Qingsong couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face filled with bewilderment.

No.

I was just taking a ride, and the driver started yelling at me like I was a jerk!
"Hey handsome, you're staying at this hotel too? Have you seen those Russian girls? Aren't they all incredibly beautiful?"

After realizing he had transformed from a scruffy guy into a handsome man again, Lin Qingsong recalled the Russian girls who had pretended to be drunk the night before and tried desperately to snuggle into his arms, and the two Russian girls in the room nodded silently: "They are quite pretty."

He also added in his mind, "Not only is she beautiful, she's also incredibly proactive."

"Sigh, I really envy those people!" the driver sighed heavily.

If only.

He'd be willing to spend a night with five Russian girls and then reward them with five more Russian girls the next day!
If Lin Qingsong, who was gently massaging his waist, knew what he was thinking, he would probably give him a thumbs up immediately.

Dude, you're awesome.

Five more Russian girls, and five more the next day.

You think you're Ip Man, able to take on ten of them?
Two days in a row, two in a row is enough to make you suffer.

We are human beings, not iron oxen or iron pillars!

Even if you're as tough as iron, those crazy and passionate Russian girls can turn you into a needle.

The driver chatted casually, and Lin Qingsong soon spotted the sign for Fengtan Road.

"Hey buddy, see that crooked coconut tree up ahead? There's a junkyard right under it," the driver said with a smile as he parked his car at the designated spot.

"Handsome, I arrived a little early. Also, I see you're a successful person, and you're staying at that hotel too. If you have the chance, could you give me a tour? It would be my way of bringing honor to the country!"

what?
Lin Qingsong stared at the driver, completely stunned once again.

You're a real talent, damn it.

I'll bring you a few too.

However, since you chose to arrive early and saved me some money, I'll reluctantly help you with a few deliveries tonight.

Watching the ride-hailing car drive away into the distance, Lin Qingsong felt incredibly fortunate.

Walking down Fengtan Road and seeing the sparse crowds, he couldn't help but feel envious of the people of HAN Province once again.

It truly deserves to be called the least frivolous province in China.

It's already past eight o'clock, and there are only a few old women walking slowly on the road with bamboo baskets on their shoulders.

If this were in Shanghai, the streets would probably be filled with pedestrians whose faces are etched with fatigue by this time of day.

With numb eyes, they carried their breakfasts and hurried towards the company.

Following the system's directions, Lin Qingsong easily found the corner scrap yard.

The five characters of “角角废品站” were missing a “角” (corner), becoming “拐口废品站” (cornering waste station).

A pile of cardboard boxes, half a person's height, stood by the door. A calico cat was dozing on top of it, and when it saw someone coming, it lazily flicked its tail.

The owner here is clearly a typical local from Sanya, with a cigarette in his hand and betel nut in his mouth.

There was a piece of paper in front of him, and in his other hand he was holding a pen and muttering something to himself.

On the table were several illegal lottery tickets, clearly indicating that they were calculating the middle numbers for a private lottery.

This can be considered a unique feature of Hainan.

In the words of the Hainanese people Lin Qingsong knew, they would get up in the morning, first go and do some coding (buying a lottery ticket), then have lunch and take a nap, and then go do some more coding in the afternoon to relax.

In short, betel nuts and illegal lotteries will definitely be a part of his daily life.

"Hey handsome, what's up?" The scrap yard owner, chewing betel nut, looked at Lin Qingsong with a puzzled expression.

"Boss, do you have any old books?" Lin Qingsong asked the man directly.

"Looking for something?" the shopkeeper said, chewing betel nut, his teeth stained a dark red. "You've really come at the right time. I just got a batch of old books, they're piled up right there. Go pick some out yourself!"

The room was dimly lit, and the smell of mildew mixed with the stale scent of paper filled the air. Old books were piled up like a small mountain in the corner, some with peeling covers and others tied together with rope.

Although Lin Qingsong had already spotted his target, he still squatted there and flipped through it at a leisurely pace.

On the one hand, it was to avoid attracting attention, and on the other hand, Lin Qingsong knew that the information in the intelligence was not particularly comprehensive, and that there might be something more valuable than that local gazetteer among these old books.

Unfortunately, he wasn't someone who studied ancient books, so he searched for a long time but didn't find anything interesting.

Helpless, Lin Qingsong could only take the Qing Dynasty local gazetteer and then casually grab a copy of the "Qiongzhou Prefecture Gazetteer" and a tattered cookbook, piling them on top of the handwritten copy. "Boss, how much are these three books?"

"Three books, huh?" The shopkeeper, still engrossed in calculating the patterns of illegal lotteries, glanced up and said dismissively, "Ten yuan, you can take them."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingsong didn't haggle and simply scanned the code.

After paying, Lin Qingsong noticed the four gold-embossed characters "Get Rich Overnight" printed on the boss's phone case and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, have you ever won the lottery while calculating numbers every day?"

The boss chuckled: "Of course! I even won several tens of yuan yesterday!"

He then added, "Brother, you're pretty straightforward. I'll receive another batch of used books tomorrow, so you can come back and browse if you're interested."

"Okay, but I might not have time tomorrow," Lin Qingsong said with a smile before leaving.

If the information isn't updated, he won't be so bored as to actually go online shopping.

Wouldn't it be better to spend this time sleeping soundly with a sweet-smelling girl?

If all else fails, go to the gym and work out; it'll give you a boost!
Holding the handwritten book, Lin Qingsong curiously flipped through it for a while, only to find that he didn't recognize most of the characters.

Having only received education in modern simplified Chinese characters, he had only a superficial understanding of traditional Chinese characters and classical Chinese, and could only comprehend a few scattered sentences.

What about the Tanka people's wedding customs, using fishermen's songs as a matchmaker? What about the severe drought in the third year of the Guangxu Emperor's reign, when villagers used coconut shells to cross the sea?

Forget it, let's leave these ancient books to the professionals.

As he passed through the alley ahead, he suddenly heard the sound of an excavator coming from inside.

He walked in out of curiosity, and almost tripped over a stone.

Just as I was about to kick the stone away, I vaguely noticed that there were words on it.

I picked it up and looked at it in the sunlight for a while, and found that it was a blue brick with the words "Yazhou Prefecture" engraved on the surface.

Is Yazhou not an ancient name for Sanya?

Holy crap, does that mean these blue bricks are antiques too?

Lin Qingsong couldn't resist walking forward to see what the excavator was dismantling.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the excavator was demolishing an old house that was on the verge of collapse.

He looked down and examined the ruins for a while, only to find that there were no inscriptions on the bricks that had been removed from the ground.

He also heard from the people around him that although the old house was old, it wasn't as old as he had imagined; it was built in 1969.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingsong looked at the blue bricks hidden by his book and a hint of doubt flashed across his face.

The house was built in the early days of the People's Republic of China, so where did he get the bricks from?
But anyway, I'll keep this with me for now.

What if it's an antique?

When he arrived at the hotel, he found Liu Huayu accompanying a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit who spoke with a Minnan accent.

"Qingsong, you've come at the perfect time." Upon seeing Lin Qingsong, Liu Huayu said loudly, "Let me introduce you. This is my boss, President Fu, who is also the initiator of this competition."

Then he turned to Fu Changfei and said, "Mr. Fu, this is Lin Qingsong, the owner of Qingmu International, who is also a co-organizer of this event and is in charge of matters related to the contestants."

Fu Changfei smiled and extended his hand to Lin Qingsong, saying, "President Lin, you're young and promising!"

"Mr. Fu, you flatter me. I'm just trying to make a living." Lin Qingsong smiled and shook hands with him.

He never expected to meet the behind-the-scenes boss of the Miss Sailing competition here today.

Just then, Fu Changfei noticed what Lin Qingsong was carrying.

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mr. Lin, is that a local gazetteer from the Qing Dynasty in your bag?"

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