Maybe it was because Xiao Zheng was dressed too formally, and my brother had some aesthetics, so I could tell at a glance that Xiao Zheng was not an ordinary working class. As soon as he got in the car, he started chatting with Xiao Zheng.
"Brother, I see you are wearing famous brands. You should be working in the city center, right?" Brother De asked with a smile.
Taxi is the most intuitive window to the city. A well-educated driver can quickly leave an impression on the city, whether good or bad.
"Yeah." Xiao Zheng smiled and nodded. His eyes were staring straight ahead.
After getting on the bus, he told the driver to follow the taxi in front of him. What's interesting is that the driver asked him instead, does he need to prevent being discovered
Tracking and anti-tracking
Xiao Zheng was amused and thought this driver was really interesting.
However, since the other party took the initiative to expose his whereabouts, it attracted Xiao Zheng's attention. Then there is no need for Xiao Zheng to hide his head and show his tail. He shook his head and smiled: "No, just don't lose me."
"Okay." The driver stepped on the accelerator and rushed to catch up.
"Don't rear-end me..." Xiao Zheng laughed helplessly.
The driver laughed and chatted with Xiao Zheng wordlessly.
As we were chatting, a topic of national concern came up: housing prices.
"Fortunately, I am a local and have an old house of 70 to 80 square meters. Otherwise, it would be too much pressure to survive in this city." The driver sighed.
"As long as you work hard, you can have whatever you want." Xiao Zheng said with a smile. There is no airs.
"It's easy, but how many people can do it?" The driver shook his head and gestured to the young men and women walking in a hurry on the street. "Look, they are all Beidong. They go to bed later than dogs and wake up earlier than chickens. In addition to rent, water and electricity, they can barely survive on a month's salary. They are asked to save millions to buy a small apartment in Yanjing. It is simply a dream. .”
Xiao Zheng joked: "In your opinion, how should the status quo be changed?"
"Uh-" The driver was stumped. He shook his head and said. "I'm just complaining casually. Don't mind."
"It's okay." Xiao Zheng smiled. I noticed that the driver was slowly driving out of the city and towards the outskirts of Beijing.
"Continue to follow?" The driver looked at the price and saw that it was already over 100.
Moreover, the further you go, the harder it is to get repeat customers on the return trip. This is also a major concern for drivers.
The driver is not a bus, let alone a private car. They make money along the way. Usually when driving long distances, the driver will not use the meter, but will directly ask for the price.
Xiao Zheng nodded and took out five one-hundred-dollar bills from his wallet: "Is it enough to cover you for half a working day?"
The driver smiled broadly and nodded heavily: "That's enough." After that, he stepped on the accelerator and caught up.
During the long pursuit, the driver seemed to be driving happily, but Xiao Zheng's brows furrowed slightly. A strange color flashed across his eyes involuntarily.
Why did you come to Fengming Mountain
Who is the other party? Do you know yourself? Or maybe you know someone on the mountain
An unknown omen flashed through Xiao Zheng's mind. He pursed his lips and patted the driver on the shoulder: "Stop."
When he said this, the slowly driving taxi in front also stopped. As if they were connected, Xiao Zheng and the passengers in the car in front opened the door and walked out.
"Brother, do you want me to wait for you?" The driver leaned out of the car window and shouted to Xiao Zheng.
"Go back." Xiao Zheng waved his hand, but his eyes always fell on the man in front of him. His gaze is like a torch, never blinking.
"Okay. If you need anything, just call me."
For a generous guest like Xiao Zheng, the driver is still happy to serve him.
In real society, money leads the way. This is an eternal truth.
After the driver left, the taxi in front also turned and slowly passed by Xiao Zheng.
As soon as the car left, the foot of the beautiful mountain fell into silence. Even the wind in the air contains a subtle aura. Refreshing.
The man in front is slender and about 1.8 meters tall. Dressed casually and casually. It's not like Xiao Zheng, who wears suits and leather shoes and dresses formally. But such a man with a good-looking appearance gave Xiao Zheng a strong sense of oppression.
That's right.
It’s a feeling of oppression!
It was different from Lin Chaotian's terrifying aura. This man's aura was more like a sharp knife. Cutting through the sky, sweeping over.
Then, Xiao Zheng saw him turn around.
He is not handsome by any means, and he is not as old as expected. He looks in his forties, but has occasional gray hair on his temples. But a pair of eyes were as sharp as an eagle. Captivating!
This is definitely a strong man with an extremely powerful spiritual world!
Who is this person
What to do in Fengming Mountain
Looking for someone? Visiting an old friend? Or—
Xiao Zheng looked directly at the other person and took a gentle step. Approach the middle-aged man.
The distance between the two was about twenty meters, but Xiao Zheng had already reached them in just a dozen steps.
He stared at the other person. Not even a moment.
The other party also looked at him, without a smile on his face, even a little gloomy.
Xiao Zheng believed that the other party must know his identity. But at this moment, he didn't understand this strong man at all.
Based on this alone, Xiao Zheng was at a disadvantage. In bad situation.
But it doesn't matter. Since the other party doesn't hide himself, he should be able to know some things he is curious about in the following conversation.
"My name is Xiao Zheng." Xiao Zheng simply introduced himself. Said with a smile.
"There is no need to greet me. We are not familiar with each other." The middle-aged man with slightly gray temples still looked gloomy, but his thin, knife-like lips pursed slightly.
When Xiao Zheng heard this, he just shrugged slightly and said, "Based on normal human logic, I introduced myself. Shouldn't you also briefly introduce yourself?"
This time, the middle-aged man did not refuse. Or—he had no intention of concealing his identity.
"My name is Mu Qingsong." Mu Qingsong answered straightforwardly.
Mu Qingsong!
Xiao Zheng's heart trembled slightly. Be on guard!
Who is Mu Qingsong
The creator of the Eight Wonders!
Absolute martial arts fanatic!
Even Bai Wuxia is a peerless strongman who can't defeat him! The most terrifying existence among the eight absolutes!
Even Shang Jingtian sacrificed his wife because he didn't want to duel with him!
Such a peerless strong man was standing in front of him like this. Moreover, it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe - Xiao Zheng's heart tightened slightly. His expression became increasingly grim.
"Are you nervous?" Mu Qingsong opened his thin lips slightly and asked lightly.
It seems that he is really not very sociable. Speak plainly, without any embellishments.
Shang Yao once said that this man was obsessed with martial arts all his life. Do not change your will due to any external factors.
For such a strong man, he does have a reason to be unsociable and even unable to speak.
But at this moment, what Xiao Zheng was thinking about was not whether he was good at sociability. Instead, what is he doing at the foot of Fengming Mountain
Looking for Bai Wuxia
Or—Ye Yuhua