Then, Fu Nanli defeated Su Ce. He played Scissors and Su Ce played Paper. With so many people watching, Su Ce had no choice but to accept defeat. He slammed the car door a little hard, with a bang, and Wen Qiao shook.
Fu Nanli proudly took Wen Qiao into his car. Wen Qiao said guiltily, "My uncle is not very happy."
"Let him be."
The two cars drove one after the other towards Hangzhou. Hangzhou was not far from Haicheng, but because the destination was the most difficult to reach in Hangzhou, it took four hours of driving to reach the foot of the mountain. Because it was located in the south, the trees on the mountain were still green.
Speaking of it, Hangzhou's economy is not bad and can be considered a third-tier city, but Anling Mountain is located at the southernmost tip of Hangzhou and borders Fucheng, so it is relatively closed. There are only small roads leading up the mountain and cars cannot drive up at all.
Su Ce had sent someone to inquire about the route earlier and found out that it would take at least two hours to climb the mountain.
"Can Young Master Fu do it?" Su Ce felt that Fu Nanli was a young master, spoiled, and that he had to travel long distances and climb mountains, so he thought he was not capable of doing it.
Fu Nanli then used practical actions to tell him whether it was possible.
He was very capable and even wanted to carry his niece on his back, so Su Ce had no more words to say.
Wen Qiao couldn't help but want to laugh. How could this young master be so physically weak? Although he was busy, daily fitness was essential for him. He was also an expert in judo. However, she was no match for him in bed and was always tortured to the point of begging for mercy.
He is at his most energetic.
At this season, the maple leaves on Anling Mountain are in full bloom, a patch of bright red, and the scenery is beautiful. It was noon, and No. 3 brought food, so the group ate something halfway up the mountain, admired the scenery for a while, and continued to climb to the top of the mountain.
The weather was originally sunny, but after dinner, it suddenly became gloomy. When they arrived at the village, the sky was as gloomy as evening and the light was dim. Occasionally, villagers passing by would look at them. After all, these men were handsome and the women were beautiful, and they looked particularly superior, which was out of place in this small village.
The small village is located in the mountains, but the mountains here are different from those in some places that are prone to earthquakes. The mountains here are all beautiful and natural. Although the mountain roads cannot be driven by cars, small agricultural tricycles or motorcycles and electric vehicles can still be driven up.
The houses in the village are all well built, with white walls and black tiles. Some families even build bamboo or wooden houses, so the economy is not too backward.
Number Three had been here before to investigate, so he was familiar with the place.
The group walked over and Wen Qiao gave Fu Nanli some basic information about the family's situation.
The family was born and raised here. The mistress of the family had the same blood type as Wen Qiao. She was a housewife and the husband was an electrician in the area. They had a son and a daughter, and their financial situation was considered good in this small village.
Fu Nanli was not interested in these, and only asked: "Then is the hostess willing to donate blood?"
Wen Qiao curled her lips and said, "I didn't ask when my uncle sent someone here before. Let's ask him in detail today."
Fu Nanli looked around and said, "If we give this kind of family more money, we can always buy them off."
Money makes the world go round, doesn't it? Moreover, the Fu family is very rich. If they can't even bribe a small villager, then they are really useless.
Wen Qiao spread his hands: "Who knows?"
The house was at the end of the village, with a beautiful view overlooking the entire Anling Mountain. I knocked on the door and saw two children sitting in the yard, a girl about eight or nine years old, and a boy about four or five years old. Both of them looked dejected.
(End of this chapter)