"No, I'll go with you."
Fu Anan put down his backpack, took off his protective clothing, and said calmly.
The inside and outside of the cinema are connected by a long and narrow corridor.
Before they could go over, they heard footsteps inside.
Sixteen or seventeen people came out, some holding sticks, steel bars, and some even dragging stools in a menacing manner.
The leader, Liu Sunyang, looked at them silently.
"Where are you from?"
"Don't be nervous, little brother. We're only staying here for one night and will leave tomorrow."
Zhang Zedong took out a box of cigarettes with a smile and handed one to each person opposite him.
In reality, as a veteran who has worked in administration for five years, he is much better at dealing with people than young people like Liu Sunyang who have just entered the society.
"Just one night?"
Liu Sunyang looked suspicious.
"Where are you planning to go?"
"I don't need to report where I'm going."
Zhang Zedong still kept smiling and said, "You just need to understand that we are only staying here temporarily and we are not interested in you."
It was said politely, but it sounded unpleasant.
Liu Sunyang frowned slightly and was about to say something else when his eyes suddenly caught sight of the object hanging on Zhang Zedong's waist, and all the words he wanted to say were blocked.
These people have guns.
Although their number was twice that of the other side, all of them were strong and seemed to have received professional training.
Some people are not easy to deal with just one look.
This group of people is like this.
Liu Sunyang's idea of kicking the person out suddenly came to an end.
With the idea of not provoking others if possible, he divided the cinema into two spaces and said a few warm words.
"It's not easy for anyone to be outside in this situation. We won't make things difficult for our brothers. You guys are outside, we're inside. Don't cross the line, okay?"
"OK."
Zhang Zedong smiled and nodded, then 'inadvertently' lifted the corner of his shirt to reveal the pistol and put it down.
As long as the other party knows what's best for them, Mang people are very kind.
The two sides made a crude division with tables and chairs and retreated to their own areas.
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It's getting dark outside.
People dismantled wooden stools, tables and chairs and lit them for lighting.
There was some quick-eat food in the backpack, so we sat together, ate and rested.
With the help of the firelight, Fu Anan took out the map and looked at it again, marking the route he analyzed with a marker, "Brother Fu, is this the route you planned?"
Although the relationship between the two of them was a bit awkward at the moment, the game forced Fu Anan to endure the embarrassment and move closer.
Fu Yizhi looked over at the colorfully painted map with large clumps of paint.
“Do you need to encrypt all the routes you draw?”
Zhang Zedong, who was sitting nearby, heard their conversation and nodded in agreement as he looked at the picture drawn by Fu Anan.
They do look alike.
It took Mr. Fu twenty minutes to "decode" the map he had picked up before, and he figured out three routes.
"Oh.
The pictures are all formalism, the content is the core. "
Fu Anan waved his hand.
It is too troublesome to draw neatly, isn't it enough if she can understand it herself? She doesn't set high standards for herself.
Fu Yizhi took the map and read it carefully twice.
"Are you looking for the most conservative route?"
"Um."
Fu Anan nodded.
It was obvious that her painting skills were not that bad and she could see clearly.
(End of this chapter)