The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

Not only Chen Xiuzhen believed that the "Xi Lang" who wrote this calligraphy was not the Xi Lang they knew, but Li Zhouan, Zhao Jinbao and Yang Wenyu also felt that it could not be the Xi Lang they knew.

What does Xi Lang's handwriting look like?

They can't remember.

They had never seen Xi Lang write with a brush, but they had seen his penmanship. However, at that time, Xi Lang had written his own name, so they couldn't tell anything about it. They didn't even remember whether the writing was good or bad.

Yang Wenyu patted Zhao Jinbao on the shoulder, "The connections between people are sometimes so subtle. Perhaps you and Chen Zhi are destined to be apart. Forget about her. This is such a wonderful university life, with many outstanding and beautiful female classmates. You're not getting any younger, it's time to think about important matters in your life."

Zhao Jinbao pursed his lips and remained silent. The logic was sound, but all he wanted was Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi sneezed, paused for a moment when she saw Shi Xin suddenly appear before her, then grinned foolishly, "Brother Shi, you launched a surprise attack!"

Shi Xin laughed, "Yeah, I've got a surprise for you. By the way, Beijing is really big; I almost got lost."

Chen Zhi: "Who says otherwise? I almost got lost the first time I came here too. Come on in, you must be exhausted from the journey. Are you alone? Didn't your sister-in-law, nephew, and niece come with you?"

"I'll go first." Shi Xin looked at the two-story villa and exclaimed, "The Lang family is a wealthy family. People who can afford to live in this house are not ordinary people."

"Probably." Chen Zhi didn't mention that Xi Lang had bought a bigger house, afraid that it would seem like he was showing off. She figured Shi Xin would find out on his own after staying a few more days.

"I knew it. I knew he was extraordinary the first time I met him." Shi Xin thought of Xi Lang's refusal to curry favor with Guo Yijun. At the time, he thought Xi Lang was a Taoist who didn't understand worldly affairs and was aloof. Now, it's clear that he didn't need to. He himself was already at that level, or even higher.

Chen Zhi also recalled the first time she met Xi Lang. At that time, the two of them were people that the villagers avoided. The reason they were able to get together was because they were "in the same boat" and "each got what they needed". At that time, she only knew that Xi Lang had food and sugar, but she couldn't see anything unusual about him.

Shi Xin looked travel-worn, so Chen Zhi tidied up a guest room for him and told him to get ready first before going downstairs to prepare some food for him.

"I ate at the station, I'm not hungry. We'll eat again when Alang comes back," Shi Xin said.

Chen Zhi thought for a moment and agreed, "That's fine. If you're tired, take a rest first. Make yourself at home. I'll go out to buy some groceries."

The vegetables we eat at home are all grown on the property side, so we don't need to buy them. Chen Zhi went to buy cooked lamb spine and a roast duck. Passing by a fruit stand, she saw that the fruit was fresh and juicy, so she picked up about ten pounds of fruit.

When she got home, Xi Lang had just walked in.

"Brother Shi is here," Chen Zhi said.

Xi Lang raised an eyebrow, seemingly unsurprised. He rolled up his sleeves and walked toward the kitchen. "I'll prepare dinner."

"I'll help you." The two went into the kitchen together.

"It's probably because the goods I brought back last time sold out, and he might want me to make another trip," Xi Lang said.

"And what do you think?" Chen Zhi didn't interfere with Xi Lang's decision.

Xi Lang retorted, "Do you know how much money I make per trip?"

Chen Zhi thought for a moment and gave a number, "Five thousand?"

Xi Lang chuckled softly, "Not only that."

Chen Zhi guessed a bit higher, "Twenty thousand."

Xi Lang shook his head. "It's 120,000."

Chen Zhi paused, wondering if she had misheard.

Xi Lang simply took out a bankbook and handed it to her, saying, "Keep it safe yourself."

Chen Zhi took the light bankbook, opened it, closed it, and opened it again.

The amount on the bankbook is 90,000, and the name on it is hers.

"We should refine the Hidden Universe in Our Sleeves as soon as possible, so it will be more convenient to store things there," Xi Lang said.

"I practice every day, but I still can't get the hang of it." Chen Zhi couldn't help but feel frustrated when she mentioned this. She could draw talismans, but why was this "Hidden Universe in the Sleeve" so difficult?

"I'll tell you the story again tonight," Xi Lang said.

With Xi Lang's guidance, Chen Zhi couldn't be happier. "Speaking of which, why did you deposit the money in my name?"

"You earn money for me to spend, so naturally I should spend the money I earn on you," Xi Lang said matter-of-factly.

But she only earned five thousand.

Chen Zhi felt that Xi Lang had suffered a huge loss.

Xi Lang didn't care, "Anyway, I won't spend that much money."

Chen Zhi: "Are you going to the South again this time?"

Xi Lang nodded, "Go, take Shi Xin with you, introduce him to the people there, and let him handle things on his own from now on."

The next day, Shi Xin and Xi Lang boarded a train heading south. Chen Zhi advised Shi Xin to stay in Beijing for a few more days, but Shi Xin refused. He said that every extra day he stayed meant earning several thousand less, and he couldn't stand it.

Shi Xin said that the current environment is good, so he needs to seize the time to make money, otherwise, if the policies change one day, it won't be so easy to make money. Moreover, the fishpond is big now, with many fish and few people. Once others flood in and divide the market, it won't be so easy to make money.

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhi stopped trying to persuade him.

Xi Lang was not home, and Chen Zhi replaced him as the person supervising the construction of the courtyard house. Chen Zhi now spends the whole day at the courtyard house.

Two weeks later, Xi Lang called back to tell Chen Zhi that he would stay in Gangcheng for a while longer.

On this day, Chen Zhi was returning home from the courtyard house when she suddenly stopped in an open space.

"Come out," she said calmly.

"The little girl is quite alert!"

A hunchbacked old man walked towards us.

"A mere blonde girl has managed to humiliate those Japanese several times. Tsk, those Japanese are just too weak." This was a pale-faced man with a high-pitched, thin voice that pierced the eardrums.

"She has a nice appearance, so go easy on her later and don't ruin her." This was a middle-aged woman who walked with a swaying gait, extremely alluring.

"Shameless old man, changing your skin all day long, aren't you tired?" The last middle-aged man to appear was burly and had a full beard.

There were four people in total, blocking Chen Zhi from the four directions of east, west, south, and north.

Chen Zhi silently untied the bone whip from her waist. Ever since the last ambush, she has carried the bone whip with her every time she goes out.

The four people in front of her made her feel threatened, and this time the feeling was even more ominous than when the white fox from Sandong Village came knocking on her door.

She's probably no match for those four.

What should I do?

There is no moon tonight, not even a single star in sight. It's so dark you can't see your hand in front of your face.

Song Zhaoyuan had just returned from a neighboring city, where a spy had been discovered. During the operation to apprehend the spy, the spy orchestrated a major explosion, resulting in heavy casualties. Song Zhaoyuan and his men rushed over there overnight, working there for two days and two nights. Then, hearing of the unusual situation in Beijing, he rushed back again overnight.

He slept for a while in the back seat and only woke up when they entered the city.

Suddenly, the car braked sharply, making a screeching sound in the darkness, and Song Zhaoyuan was thrown against the back of the driver's seat.

"What happened?" Song Zhaoyuan asked.

"Danger!"

The driver drew his gun, and the soldier in the passenger seat also drew his gun.

Gunshots echoed in the darkness.

Song Zhaoyuan narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the four people running towards him; they were no ordinary people.