Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

"Hu Ximing?" Bu Xiaopeng racked his brains to think about this name after being dazzled by Jiang Ran's words.

When Bu Dingli heard that he had offered a sky-high price of 500 million, he already felt that it was extremely inappropriate, but after observing for a long time, he could not detect anything from the face of the indifferent young man.

He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he was secretly guessing whether it was true as Bu Xiaopeng said, that the other party didn't take millions at all.

"Grandpa, do you know who Hu Ximing is?" Bu Xiaopeng lives around all day long, so he doesn't really have much impression of someone who is not very familiar with him.

Budingli had been a party secretary and was very familiar with the situation of most people in the village. After excluding most people, he suddenly slapped his forehead.

"I know who it is."

"Who?" Bu Xiaopeng asked. He was thinking about the word 500 million at the moment.

"Your sister Chunhua's youngest son." Bu Dingli's tone was very sure.

"You mean the guy who moved into Bu Chunhua's old house in August?" Bu Xiaopeng also realized at this moment, "Don't Bu Chunhua's children all follow her surname Bu?"

"The child should have been named Bu Ximing when she was a child." Bu Dingli explained, "She was taken away by her man when she was three or four years old. That man's surname was Hu."

Jiang Ran nodded slightly. It seemed that the information Yan Chuan had found was very accurate.

Bu Xiaopeng saw his movements and was about to speak. After thinking about it, he looked around carefully.

As a result, I glanced over and found that most people showed obvious jealousy.

He was not a fool, and he guessed that it must be because the amount of compensation that was about to be received was so amazing that it aroused the covetousness of the villagers.

Why most people who win the lottery choose to pack their prizes tightly is also for the purpose of concealing their identity.

It is difficult for most people to accept the situation when someone around them becomes rich overnight and falls out of their original class.

Bu Xiaopeng suddenly made a decision, that is, after the compensation was paid, he would leave directly and never return to Bujia Village.

By then, he will be transformed and he will be able to get a few good-looking women to play with.

After happily dreaming about the beautiful life in the future, he quickly calmed down and shouted to Jiang Ran: "I know where Hu Ximing lives, and I will take you there now."

After saying these words, he lowered his head and leaned close to Bu Dingli's ear: "Grandpa, help me stop these people and don't let them follow, lest more people gather."

"When this second generation loses money, I will share 20 with you."

Bu Dingli was quite surprised by his sudden display of cleverness, but when he heard this number, he squinted his eyes slightly and couldn't help but swallowed.

"Everyone, don't be too busy going back!"

Bu Dingli's eyes instantly moved a few times, and he made small movements to signal him to lead the people away quickly. He stood in front of a group of villagers and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

There was no ripple in the expression in Jiang Ran's eyes. After seeing Bu Xiaopeng waving, he raised his legs and followed him.

Yan Yuqing had been admiring the handwriting on the umbrella handle. When she saw that he finally made a move, she looked back, as if she was unaware of everything happening around her.

As soon as they left, some villagers gathered at the archway tried to follow them with strange thoughts, but they were stared back by Bu Dingli's sudden sharp eyes.

"Why are you going back in a hurry? I still have something to say."

Bu Dingli's ability to suppress these villagers definitely did not rely on his seniority or reputation.

He didn't expose the unwillingness of these people at all and wanted to follow them to see if they could get some benefits. Instead, he kept them in a gentle way.

"Every team happens to have people here today, so let's talk about transformers and wire lines."

Bu Dingli coughed twice and pointed to the transformer room near the archway. There were also dropped wires that were not straightened but hung in a semi-arc shape. The end of the arc almost touched the roof of the transformer room.

At this time, Jiang Ran and others had already drifted away. In addition, Bu Dingli did have prestige, and the things he mentioned were what everyone was concerned about, so these villagers turned to discussing renovations.

"Ding Li, we can't put off the matter of the transformer room and wiring any longer. The circuit breaker will trip if anything happens, and the wire is so low that it looks numb."

The middle-aged woman who spoke looked at the low-hanging wires nervously. Even though someone said that it was a new line and there was no big problem, she still felt that it should be raised higher.

"The transformer room must be renovated. I have reported it a few days ago. As for the wires, we will find a way to raise them higher when we clean up the transformer room."

Budingli kept chatting with the villagers about trivial matters, such as leveling the ground and cleaning up the villagers' activity center.

He didn't need to observe other people's figures with his peripheral vision, he only needed to look at the gorgeous red dress. When the red in the light rain gradually became unreal, he coughed twice.

"Everyone go back to the team and inform each other about what I just said. If you have any suggestions, go to the village committee."

After such an interruption, Bu Xiaopeng and others disappeared. Furthermore, if you think about it carefully, the compensation of 500 million for knocking out a few teeth is a bit unreliable.

The strange thoughts that suddenly surfaced also faded away in the discussion about life, so the gathered villagers gradually dispersed.

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Jiang Ran followed Bu Xiaopeng and turned left and right, going further and further off the road until it turned into a dirt road.

Not only did the dirt road become narrower, it was also overgrown with weeds on both sides, and there were only a few houses visible ahead.

When she was about to walk onto the muddy road that had been soaked by rain and was dirty and messy, Yan Yuqing stretched her arms horizontally and hung her jade hands in the air. After a while, she shook the love umbrella slightly, closed it, and immediately hugged it in front of her. .

"Mr. Jiang, Second Miss, how about I go with him to bring that Hu Ximing out?"

Ah Cheng looked at the muddy road and suggested.

When Bu Xiaopeng heard this title, he couldn't help but feel even more pleased. Mr. and Miss, it sounded like a wealthy family. It seemed that his 500 million had great hope.

"No need."

"It's okay."

Bu Xiaopeng subconsciously ignored the word "no need" without any emotion. The word "no problem" he heard in his ears was like music playing in his mind, the light rain had begun to stop, and the fragrance of flowers and dews was felt.

He had a strong desire to use some adjectives to describe the beauty of this sound. He thought about it for a long time, and when he came to use it, he could only yell in his head: "It sounds so good, I want to take off my pants as soon as I hear it." .”

Yan Yuqing probably didn't understand the dirty words in his heart, otherwise no matter how indifferent he was, he probably wouldn't be able to help but step on his head into the ground.

Bu Xiaopeng's pants and shoes were dirty, so he stepped into the mud without any hesitation and walked towards the old houses at the end of the dirt road.

Jiang Ran followed slowly, and with every step he took, there was invisible energy that pushed away the sand and dirty water, forming a short vacuum zone. After lifting his feet, it turned into a mud again.

Yan Yuqing's little mouth opened slightly under the veil, obviously a little surprised, thinking about Jiang Ran's strength, the corners of her eyes couldn't help but tremble.

She tiptoed to the ground and landed in the mud, just like a flying swallow, without leaving even a trace.