"Oh, what a loss!"

Cai Gen woke up in the middle of the night and sat up suddenly.

Xiao Tmall looked out the window alertly.

Chatter from the next room, breaking in through the door.

Xiao Sun followed closely behind.

The two of them formed horns and surrounded Cai Gen's bed.

"Third uncle, what happened?"

"Uncle Cai, where is the enemy?"

Their actions shocked Cai Gen.

Before I could reply, Zhen Shui Yin arrived late.

Wearing a white nightgown, with a facial mask on her face, she was breathing hard.

"Brother, it's still dark, what are you doing?

Is it so difficult to get some beauty sleep?

Why are you two so nervous?

Gadgets can't hurt Brother Cai.

It's a big thing, and it's not easy for you two to use.

Are you panicking?

Always take yourself seriously."

Zhen Shuiyin turned around and lifted the fallen door up from the ground.

Pressed it into the door frame again.

When Cai Gen saw the broken door, he actually smiled.

"Well, I'll let Lao Qitou pay for this."

Is the door the point?

Xiao Tmall always couldn't keep up with Cai Gen's ideas.

"Master, are you dreaming?

What’s the loss?”

Cai Gen sighed and lit the bedside lamp.

After lighting up the cigarette, he spoke slowly.

“Originally we were a big group of people.

When I came, I paid for the travel expenses.

As a result, it was Lao Qitou's turn to reimburse him when he returned.

They all left by themselves.

There are only five of us, it’s a big loss.”

Xiao Sun slowly sat on Cai Gen's bed and lit a cigarette.

"Hey, third uncle, there are obviously four.

If the cat needs to be checked in, the cost may be cheaper than that of a human being."

Chacha also wanted to sit on the bed, but before his butt even reached the edge of the bed, he was kicked by Cai Gen.

"Chacha, don't you know what you smell like?

After you finish sitting, can I still sleep?"

Chicha was embarrassed, came to the window, and opened it.

"Uncle Cai, money is something external to the body.

Is it because of this little thing that you woke up in the middle of the night?"

Cai Gen really wanted to throw the cigarette butt on Chi Chi's head.

A penny stumps a heroic man, let alone no heroic man present.

On the other hand, it's right to think about it. As a rich second generation, Chacha doesn't know the pain of having no money.

"Chacha, when you left, your grandfather Guan Shanle didn't give you a small treasury or anything?

I'm not after your money, I'm just curious.

Actually, it's not just a question, let me keep it for you.

The world is dangerous, and it is a crime to possess a jade.

You're a kid, it's not good for you to take too much money."

Chatter raised his head out the window and muttered something vague.

"Sure enough, the world is dangerous.

Fortunately my grandfather didn’t give me any money.”

"What are you mumbling about?"

The chatter is just a bit awkward, not stupid, and of course I can’t repeat it again.

"Hey, Uncle Cai, isn't that an acquaintance of yours?

What's your name? Young Master.

How did he come by bus?

There are so many people.

So he works as a tour guide?

There are really many talented people around you.”

Master?

Bus?

Tourist guide?

Cai Gen was confused by the chatter.

In two or three steps, he jumped to the window and stretched his head out.

Although it was late at night at this time, it was getting bright earlier in northern Xinjiang. With the help of the lights, I could see clearly downstairs.

Mr. Long was holding a tour guide flag and was greeting his fellow villagers to get off the bus, counting the number of people and arranging accommodation.

It really looked like a tour guide. It seemed like it was quite a workout along the way.

Cai Gen remembered that he asked Mr. Long to arrange the train, but why did he get on the bus?

He doesn't know how to drive a bus from the northeast, so he comes to Xinjiang, right?

He took out his cell phone and called Mr. Long.

It rang for a long time before Mr. Long picked up the call.

"Boss Cai, are you still awake?

If you have any orders, tell me."

Cai Gen watched Mr. Long answering the phone and arranging villagers down below, extremely busy.

So, he slowed down his speaking speed.

"Master Long, can't I call you if nothing happens?

I just had a dream about you.

Being chased by a group of people will chop you down like a bloody gourd.

This is a very bad sign, so I called you to see if you were dead."

Looking at Mr. Long, he looked at the phone and typed silently.

Then he replied with a smile into the phone.

"Oh, Boss Cai, don't make trouble.

If nothing happens, hang up.

I'm a little busy here.

Villagers need to be checked in and assigned rooms.

Sanluzi, you and Widow Zhao are not in the same room.
To be continued...