Chapter seven hundred and nineteen reaching the destination
Half an hour later.
Wang Baiyi received a call from his subordinates.
"What? There are no Song Yun and the others in those cars?" Wang Baiyi's face changed and he said. After receiving the exact reply from his subordinates, Wang Baiyi directly ordered, "Is there any new news when staring at the people at the Shura League headquarters? Is there any new news? I just changed shifts a few times? Change shifts? Damn, I understand!"
Just when Wang Baiyi woke up from his dream.
Song Yunjuewu and his group had already taken off their clothes and took the bus to wz in two batches. Heijiao took another thirty-five people to go straight to wz from the sea.
"Hmph, do you think he can keep an eye on us?" Juewu snorted disdainfully.
Song Yun looked out the window and the car had already entered the territory of ZJ. Song Yun's two buses were just ordinary passenger buses, and the personnel of the Shura League were sitting on them like ordinary people. There was no ferocious spirit on everyone's faces, and replaced by a calm expression that ordinary people should have, and there were also occasional chatting and other things.
The driver is a middle-aged man who works passenger transport all year round. Today he goes to work as usual, but the car that used to have to wait for a long time before was filled, but today it was filled in just a few minutes. This is quite strange to the driver. What makes the driver even more strange is that there is only one woman in the whole vehicle, and all the others are men!
And the only woman was so beautiful that this man who was almost fifty had a throbbing feeling as if he saw his first love in junior high school.
The driver looked back from time to time, and through the rearview mirror, the driver could clearly see the woman.
As if he sensed the driver's gaze, the woman raised her head and looked at the rearview mirror, then smiled slightly.
First love!!
The driver seemed to have really fallen into his first love for a moment, sweet and frightened.
"Master, how long will it take to get to WZ?" Song Yun asked with a smile.
"It's almost there, it's about an hour." The driver said, holding the steering wheel, "Young man, why are you going to WZ?"
"Go and find a job." Song Yun said, "Master often goes to this line?"
"I've been running for more than ten years, haha." The driver said, and did not speak any more, but drove the car intently.
He didn't know that the car he carried, and another group of people who were about half an hour behind him, and the people who were now on the sea, would bring to the whole WZ, and he didn't know that the wheel of history began to move forward again.
An hour later, at WZ's bus station, Song Yun had just got off the bus when a gust of cold wind blew.
This place is closer to the north than southern Jiangsu, so the temperature in winter is much cooler than in southern Jiangsu.
Song Yun tightened the black jacket on his body, then pulled a suitcase and walked out of the station with Qingluan.
Qingluan has a mask on her face. No matter where such a beautiful woman is placed, it is easy to attract attention. Song Yun does not want to have any accidents because of such a messy thing, so Qingluan's face still needs to be covered. Since it is winter now, Qingluan has nothing unique about wearing a mask. Many people on the street wear masks.
The two walked out of the station like a couple.
Outside the station, aunts and uncles were holding small rental advertisements in their hands asking passers-by whether they wanted to check in. Song Yun lit a cigarette for himself, and an aunt came over.
"Young man, do you want to rent a house?" The aunt was holding an advertisement sheet in her hand, with various rooms printed on it, and they all looked very good.
"How to rent it?" Song Yun said, it was an authentic Northeast accent.
"Oh, the young man came from the northeast? Where is the northeast?"
"It's from Heilongjiang." Song Yun said with a smile, "Auntie is from the Northeast too?"
"No, I'm from my local one, I think it's from the Northeast when you say your accent. By the way, you want to rent a house, right?"
"Tell me the price." Song Yun held the cigarette in his hand and asked, "How much does it cost to have a standard room?"
"The standard room has eighty days a day, and there is a TV water heater balcony and a broadband computer. It is fiber-optic, hygienic and safe!" The aunt introduced skillfully, while Song Yun frowned and said, "Auntie, 80 is too expensive, it's a bit cheaper."
"Young man, this daughter is your girlfriend, right? She looks so handsome. You said you are such a pretty girlfriend. It's considered a small number of people who live in 80 days. I still have one hundred and five days, big bed room, Simmons's, goose-quilt!" the aunt recommended.
"The standard room is 61 days, if you want it, I will stay for a few days." Song Yun bargained.
"This one is about seventy, the lowest is seventy."
"Sixty, if you can, leave immediately. I will have to live for at least one month."
"That's it. Auntie, I think you are a good guy. You're sixty or sixty, but you said, live for one month!" Auntie said, turning around and leading the way.
Song Yun looked around, shrank his body, took Qingluan's hand, and followed the aunt.
Not long after, people in groups of three or three walked out of the station. The people didn't look together, some were in groups of two or three, some were one, some were four or five, and they looked like people returning home for the New Year, and they also had luggage of all sizes on their hands.
Moreover, these people spoke different accents, some were from Shandong, some were from Pudong, and some were from Inner Mongolia. Anyway, they had all kinds of accents, and these people were like travelers coming out of the station every day, or stayed in nearby hotels, or stayed in hotels like Song Yun.
As a big city with a population of millions, these dozens of people did not attract anyone's attention at all. Even some members of the Wen Chamber of Commerce who were squatting at the railway station did not think that these people were different from ordinary people.
"Nothing was found? Song Yun didn't find it, awakening was not found, and black dragon was not found?" Wang Baiyi looked at his subordinates angrily and shouted, "No one was found, what are you doing? Are you raising you wastes to waste national food? Find it for me and search for it desperately. As long as you find Song Yun's whereabouts, I will reward one million!! I don't believe that those people will evaporate on earth.
In fact, the people brought by Song Yun did not evaporate from the world, but Song Yun asked them to break into pieces and directly scattered in every corner of the city.
And this dispersion is not simply a dispersion. For example, the team led by Juewu, those people are all in the west of the city, while the team led by Black Dragon is in the north of the city. As for Song Yun, they are near the railway station in the south of the city. These people are scattered in their respective areas and do not contact each other, but as long as one phone call and a text message, these people will quickly gather into a terrifying force.
"It's here, how about it? The environment is pretty good, right?" The aunt pointed to a five-story building in front of her and said, "The second to fourth floors inside are rented houses. The first floor has our security guards. The fifth floor is owned by our owners. It is absolutely safe. I tell you, in WZ, it is basically difficult for you to rent a house worth 60 yuan a day."
"Haha, aunt, can you take us to see the room?" Song Yun's face was a little restrained and defensive, and he looked like a rookie who had just left the society.
"Yes, come with me, really, can the auntie lie to you?" The aunt said, taking Song Yun to the third floor, and then stopped in front of Room 308, "It's this, 308, Dogili's number, go in and take a look."
While talking, the aunt swiped the card on the door and pushed open the door.
"I saw that, it's still an electric lock, which is absolutely safe." The aunt talked endlessly. After entering the room, Song Yun carefully looked at the situation in the whole room.
"You are really particular," said the aunt, "There is absolutely no problem, believe me."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!