After twelve o'clock in the evening and after setting off firecrackers, Sun Desheng took Cheqianzi away from the slums. He left two Xiao Yifengs, two big and small, and stayed there to accompany Liu Shumin for the New Year.

The two of them walked slowly towards the guesthouse. As the car Qianzi walked, he said to Fatty Sun, "Fatty, I felt familiar to the person who picked up Hui Gu just now. Later, the more I thought about it, the more familiar it seemed. This person was just right. It was a little bit short of that, but I couldn't think of who this was. What a pity, he was hiding in the shadows at that time. If I had known it, I would rush over to see who he was..."

Sun Desheng glanced at the Taoist priest with a smile and said, "It's not someone I said, you can't even think of. Brother, how can I go there? Don't think about it. Such a person can't only appear once. Look, you will come and go often, and you will know..."

"Old Deng'er! It's my master Kong Dalong! Fatty, you've seen it a long time ago, right..." Before Sun Desheng finished speaking, a sudden flash of inspiration in Che Qianzi's mind appeared, and his uncle appeared. When he was in his hometown when he was a child, the old boy rode a bicycle to see a movie. That's how he pushed the cart!

I was originally going back to my hometown to look for the traces of Kong Dalong after the New Year. Unexpectedly, before I could take action, the old Denger brought him to my door...

After thinking that it was Kong Dalong, Che Qianzi would go back to find Liu Shumin. He designated to know the clues about the "Dragon in the Well", and also let Xiao Yifeng recall them carefully. What was the fate of the so-called seven people in the beehive? If Lao Denger was really one of the seven people, he should not have lived for another forty years in front of Liu Shumin. This Lao Denger would not have let me worry forty years forty years ago...

Seeing the little Taoist priest going back, Sun Desheng hurriedly stopped him and said, "Brother, you say you are too impatient. You are also a smart person. Do you still not understand what's going on? Why did our master come back for? Isn't it that the disciples and grandchildren on the Xu Fuge killing order? Among the seven people, there are people on the list. If our master does serious things, don't worry, don't say that he has lived for more than 40 years, and this time it's impossible to make a decision. Just with his old man's head, no one in the world can do anything to him..."

Seeing that Che Qianzi was still worried, Sun Desheng patted his shoulder and said again: "Brother, to be honest, the world can compare with your brother and mine in terms of brain power. I don't recognize the second one except our master..."

The last sentence worked. I thought that Lao Denger had to mess up the underworld with himself. These so-called seven people were not enough for him...

Under Sun Desheng's persuasion, Che Qianzi did not go back to ask Liu Shumin for advice. The two of them returned to the guesthouse with a sloppy...

When they came back, the meal at the polls bureau had already ended. Gao Liang and his team returned to their respective rooms to rest. Even the on-duty staff at the reception desk of the guesthouse were also on holiday by Gao Liang. They happily went home for the New Year...

Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi had just walked into the lobby of the guesthouse when they heard footsteps coming from behind. When the two of them looked back, they saw a middle-aged man dressed in plain clothes walking in from outside.

The man was in his forties and had a broken beard. Because of the sunshine, his face turned red with a flushing sun. He was wearing an old Zhongshan suit with pudding, holding a large canvas handbag in his hand, and carrying a wrapped quilt on his back. He looked at the man who was dusty, as if he had just got off the train.

When the man saw someone in the guesthouse, he breathed a sigh of relief. He said in a hometown accent: "Comrade, your guesthouse has not been closed yet. It is really Chairman Mao's blessing... I am Liu Jianguan, the accountant of the Fourth Red Flag Production Team of Dahe Township, Songshan County, and came to the capital to join relatives. Unexpectedly, the relatives moved home and I searched for them all day. I didn't find them. During the Chinese New Year, I didn't have a place to go outside. It snowed again, so I could only stay here for one night. I will go home tomorrow..."

Che Qianzi just wanted to say that they were not employees of the guesthouse, but before he could speak, Sun Desheng grabbed him and said, "Comrade Liu Canpu, we are the guesthouse of the ministries and commissions, and only accept comrades from our system. But seeing that you are really in trouble, everyone is proletarian comrades, so I will leave you for a day without any example. Please come and register..."

While speaking, Sun Desheng took the man to the registration office. He found the registration book, then reached his hand in front of Liu Canpu and said, "Letter of Introduction..."

"If you stay in a hotel, you still need a letter of introduction?" The man grabbed his scalp with some embarrassment, then opened his dirty handbag, took out a wrinkled letter of introduction from it, handed it to Sun Desheng, and said, "This is the letter of introduction from the brigade when he was about to leave..."

Sun Desheng just glanced at it, shook his head and said, "This is a letter of introduction for buying train tickets, not a guesthouse. Moreover, we are a guesthouse for ministries and commissions, and only accept letters of introduction at county level or above..."

"We also need our county magistrate to send us a letter of introduction? Then how dare I..." The man grinned and said in a crying voice: "Why am I so unlucky? I took out a pre-liberation IOU at home. I thought I could take back the money owed by our relatives, but I didn't expect... I didn't say that I didn't find anyone, but I had to send an introduction letter of introduction to my hotel. Why am I so miserable..."

Seeing the man pounding his feet and stamping his chest and crying, Sun Desheng hurriedly said, "Comrade! Comrade, don't be excited for now... It's not me that I'll give it my best, so I'll find a way for you to write an introduction letter. Pay the room fee. I know you are not well-off, so forget about the room for three yuan. There is a room without windows here, one 10, July 1st night..."

"What's one piece of seven? Why is one piece of seven?" The man just wiped his tears, and his eyes turned red again. He took out a handkerchief in his arms. After opening the handkerchief, he took out a few old versions of the tickets from it. After losing, he said with a sad face: "Comrade, I'm only one piece of three, and I have to leave a dollar to buy a train ticket tomorrow. It's 30 cents, and you don't have to find a corridor for me. I just need to take a quilt to the floor and lay it on my own..."
Chapter completed!