A scrap collection station comes to mind

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows, "Going to Longtouling? Take pictures?"

The old man nodded.

Chen Muyu's intuition told him that these two people did not look like good people and did not give him a good impression from the beginning.

He pointed in the direction and said, "This is Xiangziping. After leaving the forest and walking north, there is a ditch called Mentougou. After passing through Mentougou and continuing north, you can see a hilltop, which is Longtouling!"

Looking in the direction of Chen Muyu's finger, he couldn't see anything at all because it was covered by leaves.

"Is it far? How long will it take to walk?" the old man asked.

Chen Muyu thought for a while, "It depends on how fast you go. If it were me, it would be about an hour!"

A few hours is acceptable.

"Okay, thank you very much, little brother!" The old man smiled politely, and then called the middle-aged man to leave.

When the middle-aged man walked in front of Chen Muyu, he glared at Chen Muyu and said, "Boy, if you dare to lie to us, you will not get the consequences."

"whispering sound!"

Chen Muyu chuckled lightly and didn't bother to pay attention to this guy.

"Fang Nao Bei, don't go too far, let's go." The old man was walking in front. When he heard this, he turned around and scolded.

"snort!"

The middle-aged man snorted lightly and hurriedly chased after the old man.

"Wait a minute!"

After walking two steps, Chen Muyu's voice suddenly came from behind.

The middle-aged man stopped, turned around, and looked at Chen Muyu with a bit of displeasure on his face. What does this kid want to do?

Chen Muyu's face was slightly calm.

"Fang NaoKe? Are you Fang NaoKe?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression changed. "Made, although I have a square face, not everyone can call me this nickname, right?"

"Boy, are you looking for a slap? Were you the one who called Fang Naoke?" The middle-aged man walked back directly and reached out to push Chen Muyu's shoulder.

However, although this man looked strong, he was no match for Chen Muyu. Instead of pushing Chen Muyu out with this push, he almost lost his footing and fell over.

Chen Muyu reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, and twisted his hand behind his back.

"oops."

Fang Naoke screamed and waved his left hand to hit Chen Muyu in the back, but Chen Muyu tried harder and his fist could not be thrown away at all. He grimaced in pain and screamed in pain.

"Let go, let go quickly." Fang Naoke shouted quickly.

Chen Muyu reached out and slapped him on the back of the head, "I want to ask you, is your name Fang Naoke?"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Fang Naoke quickly responded, "My name is Hu Kai, and my nickname is Fang Naoke. Brother, I can't see Taishan. Please let go."

His hand was twisted backwards, and Fang's head could only pretend to be his grandson. Chen Muyu's strength was too great, and he couldn't struggle at all. If he used more force, he might have to dislocate his right hand.

"Little brother, my friend doesn't understand the rules, please give me some face." At this time, the old man saw something was wrong and hurriedly chased him back.

Chen Muyu then let go of Fang Naoke's hand. Fang Naoke quickly shook his hand and rubbed it again and again, with a very painful expression on his face.

"I think you guys really don't understand the rules."

Chen Muyu snorted, pointed at the middle-aged man and said, "Hu Kai, right? Let me ask you, some time ago, did you go to Chenjiayan Village and collect a set of bowls from a house?"

When the two of them heard this, they were both stunned. The middle-aged man's hand recovered a little and he looked at Chen Muyu in confusion, "Why, do you care about this kind of thing?"

This tone is not like a grandson at all. He really cares about food and not about fighting.

Chen Muyu made a move to step forward and teach this guy a lesson. The middle-aged man's face changed slightly and he subconsciously took a step back.

"I don't know what you are talking about, what kind of bowls, what kind of village, I have never heard of it." Hu Kai denied.

Chen Muyu frowned. He told his uncle that the person who bought his bowl set was nicknamed Fang Naoke, and his accent was from a provincial capital. Both of these characteristics were taken advantage of by the Hu Kai in front of him. He didn't think that the small Chenjiayan Village could have two square heads.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. I'll open the bag and take a look first." Chen Muyu was not polite to him at all.

"Boy, are you stupid? What kind of bullshit bowl set can I still carry with me?" Fang Naoke was angry, "Why, I did collect the bowl set. What's wrong? Could it be yours again?"

"You are really right, it belongs to my family."

Chen Muyu snorted coldly and pulled off the mountaineering bag on Fang Naohao's back. He pulled the zipper and shook it out.

A clattering pile of stuff.

There is dry food, a kettle, clothes, and a small medicine box...

Things were scattered all over the floor.

"I go!"

Hu Kai became angry, his eyes widened, and he stepped forward and kicked Chen Muyu.

But Chen Muyu grabbed his ankle and lifted it, causing him to fall instantly.

Fearing that it would break into eight pieces, Hu Kai sat on the ground, bared his teeth, and cursed.

The old man next to him was also very surprised. He knew Hu Kai's hand. This grandson was tall and strong, with a fierce look on his face. He could bluff people just standing there. What's more, he also liked to keep fit and practiced. In Sanda, it is almost not a problem to deal with one or two players of the same weight class.

But even so, in front of Chen Muyu, this grandson was just like a real grandson, just like a child, and the other party didn't take him seriously at all.

"Little brother, if you have something to say, please say it and don't do anything." The old man quickly smoothed things over.

While talking, Chen Muyu had already turned over the contents of the backpack.

"Where's the bowl?" Chen Muyu asked directly.

Hu Kaiteng stood up suddenly, pointed at Chen Muyu and wanted to scold him.

The old man quickly covered his mouth and smiled apologetically at Chen Muyu, "We collected a set of bowls and a pair of small blue and white vases from the village below, but we definitely can't take those things with us before going up the mountain. , we stayed at a small hotel in the town. If you are interested, let's leave our contact information. After we come down from the mountain, you can come to the town to find us and we can chat again, how about that?"

Hu Kai broke free from the old man's hand, pointed at Chen Muyu and said, "Boy, you have a lot of strength. I can't beat you, but you can't be unreasonable, right?"

When he heard this, Chen Muyu was shocked. Who just said that the kudzu root belonged to him? Now you actually want to reason with yourself?

"Tell me, why am I unreasonable?"

"Even if that set of bowls belongs to you, even if what I receive is from your family, in our business, we are talking about integrity in business. We pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. Why, we handed over the goods and got the money, and Are you regretting it?"

Hu Kai's words were truly filled with righteous indignation, which was in sharp contrast to his arrogance just now.

This kind of person typically bullies the weak and fears the strong. He will shake his fist when he encounters someone who is soft, and he will start to reason when he encounters someone who is more powerful than him.