Xiaoshanzi Village is a well-known poor village in Jiangcheng City. It is far away from the city and has very underdeveloped transportation.

The people there are quite tough people. The so-called sky is high and the emperor is far away. The poor mountains and rivers are out of trouble. This is the place where bandits have been produced since ancient times.

Zhao Yan drove his motorcycle towards the direction of leaving the city.

The owner of the car just added fuel, and the amount of oil was sufficient, enough for him to drive a round trip.

Nowadays, there are not so many cameras on the street, so Zhao Yan doesn't have to worry about anything at all. He turns the accelerator and leaves the city at a speed of 70 or 80 miles.

As an old agent, Zhao Yan is very familiar with the terrain and goes to the national highway based on his memory.

There are many vehicles on the national highway, and this car can easily perform its performance on such highways and shuttle through large and small cars.

The only drawback is that there is no helmet, the wind is too strong and the speed is too fast, and tears will not be able to help but burst out from both sides of your eyes.

It didn't take long to drive at high speed. After fifteen minutes, Zhao Yan got off the highway and drove the car onto a small road.

In Zhao Yan's memory, this path is relatively smooth.

However, when his car drove in, he realized that in his memory, this road was rebuilt!

Now, the path has not been widened yet, narrow and rugged, with potholes along the way.

After all, Kawasaki Ninja is just a road sports car, and off-road performance is its shortcoming, and it is very difficult to go along the way.

The most depressing thing is that after driving for half an hour, it started to rain lightly in the gloomy sky!

It is mid-March, early spring, and the weather is warm and cold.

Zhao Yan was wearing a sweater inside and a school uniform outside. He felt very cold when driving a motorcycle. After the spring rain started, his thin physique was a little overwhelmed.

He stopped the car, but fortunately, a plastic raincoat was stacked in the small storage box under the back of the motorcycle.

He put on his raincoat and felt better.

After more than an hour of bumpy and trekking, Zhao Yan finally arrived at Xiaoshanzi Village in the light rain.

There is a convenience store at the entrance of the village. Under the dim light inside, an old man wearing glasses was reading a book.

Zhao Yan asked, "Master, please disturb me and ask me for your personal information."

The old man raised his head and said, "Young man, come and find Qiao Ba's."

"Uncle, do you know this?" Zhao Yan grinned and smiled.

"That's right, Xiao Bazi has many friends outside, and the road is wild!" The old man said, stretching out his finger and pointing in a direction, saying, "The three-story building behind that has just been built and not yet decorated is the Old Qiao family!"

"Thank you!" Zhao Yan pulled the accelerator and drove into Xiaoshanzi Village on the green and white highway.

In this era, the ones who could build houses at home were basically the first to become rich. Qiao Ba was stealing outside and lived a comfortable life than ordinary people.

The three-story rural house has not yet been decorated and has a grey cement surface.

Zhao Yan got out of the car and did not rush to go over to shoot the door. He saw a small brick beside the house. He picked it up and pulled it a few times, stuffing it on the inside of the belt behind his waist.

At this moment, the door opened, and a strong middle-aged woman walked out and asked vigilantly, "Who are you looking for?"

This is probably Qiao Ba’s mother. Zhao Yan said, “Jiu Ba’s mother, I am Qiao Ba’s friend. I made an appointment with him, are you at home?”

"What's the matter? I'm his sister-in-law!" the middle-aged woman cursed.

"Sister-in-law!" Zhao Yan touched his nose awkwardly, thinking that Qiao Ba's sister-in-law is not young, could Qiao Ba really be the eighth child in the family?

The middle-aged woman scolded again, "This prodigal son has made a lot of friends. He only knows how to go to the widow's house to play mahjong all day long! He doesn't get a penny when the house is built and he doesn't have money to decorate. He still owes a lot of debt to play mahjong. Why don't he die and bury it outside..."

The middle-aged woman kept cursing and speaking was very ugly.

Zhao Yan smiled harmlessly and said, "Sister-in-law, don't worry! I'm sending money to my brother today!"

The middle-aged woman who was nagging looked better on her face. She pointed to a corner of the village, "The widow's home is there." After saying that, she was afraid that Zhao Yan would not be able to find it, so she reminded her, "It's that one, the one with a wall made of large stones!"

"Okay, I understand." Zhao Yan rode a motorcycle and came to the Qiao Ba card store.

The walls of this family are indeed made of many large pieces of stone. Xiaoshanzi Village is backed by Cuiping Mountain, and stones are produced on the mountain.

The roads are not open now and the stones cannot be transported out. As Zhao Yan remembers, after the roads were built, many people in Xiaoshanzi Village relied on the mountains to make a fortune by picking quarries.

Later, someone discovered that there was also southern ruby ​​among the stones. Twenty years later, with the continuous appreciation of southern ruby, many people in Xiaoshanzi Village made a fortune.

Zhao Yan parked the motorcycle at the door of the widow's house, sat in the car, took out Zhou Rihua's cell phone and called Qiao Ba.

"Brother, I'm here, right at the door of the widow's house."

"Come soon." Qiao Ba knew that this was given money to him, and he felt much better. He grabbed his hand and touched him.

"Hahaha, the wealth star shines." Qiao Ba happily walked out of the inner room.

Zhao Yan saw Qiao Ba through the crack of the big iron gate on the courtyard wall, and his heart sank slightly, "This guy is not easy to deal with!"

This Qiao Ba is 183cm tall, very tall and stout, like a black bear!

Although Zhao Yan was a well-trained top agent in his previous life, he has not been trained yet! He is just an ordinary senior high school boy with not that strong physical fitness. It is easy to deal with like Zhou Rihua, but it will take some trouble to deal with Qiao Ba.

"It's better to lead him to a place where no one is!" Zhao Yan thought to himself.

With a creak, the iron door opened.

Qiao Ba walked out with a cigarette in his mouth. The boy was shiny and squinted and saw Zhao Yan's short brows furrowed.

"Are you wrong? What did Lao Zhou do? He's a minor boy to do business?" Qiao Ba was suddenly a little unhappy.

Zhao Yan smiled and said, "Brother, if you have goods, I have money, age is not a problem."

He said, deliberately pressing the Kawasaki Highway below with his butt. The car's shock absorption was pretty good and it vibrated up and down.

Qiao Ba also noticed this cool motorcycle. In that year, there was one such motorcycle, which was definitely the focus of all young people's attention.

"Is this yours?" Qiao Ba asked with envious eyes.

Zhao Yan couldn't help but feel a little smug in his tone, "The goods on Tonghai are still worth 15,000 for friends on the road. I just got them and am looking for someone to register."

"Little brother, you can, the way is pretty wild!" Qiao Ba's eyes suddenly became hot, and he looked at Zhao Yan, but he didn't look down on him.
Chapter completed!