Her Cultivation Diary

When the colleague said this, I thought I would see Chen Yuan's shocked face, but unexpectedly he acted nonchalantly.

"Did you forget where Du Yu is now? What is he doing?"

The colleague was taken aback. Not all of them were introduced by Du Yu, but everyone always had ways to get some news. Du Yu was different from them, and he took different paths.

Now, it's said to be on a certain mountain in the Imperial City...

Ahem.

With a serious face, he said: "I got it."

Although he "got it," he continued to pass this "understanding" to others, so that the next day when 23 people got on the bus neatly, their solemn expressions made the bus driver who they negotiated with feel a little uneasy.

So, like I said!

Actually, his acting could have been good, but if there was a secret mission, shouldn't he at least be informed?

And those big bags and suitcases, are the contents all legal and safe? What kind of mission requires hiring a bus and negotiating prices ourselves...

Occasionally sneaking a glance at the rearview mirror, gripping the steering wheel, pondering if he asked for a bit too much...

Hiss!

This should be reimbursed by the state, right? He didn't ask for much more... But if it gets declassified later and ends up on TV, or there's some hidden camera, how could he brag about charging high prices...

Just as he was thinking this, his eyes suddenly met with a particularly sharp pair in the rearview mirror, and the driver felt a jolt of fear, instantly lowering the price a bit.

Meanwhile, Zhu Xinyu, who withdrew his gaze, silently took out his phone: "Chen Yuan, is this driver you found reliable? Why do I feel like his eyes are a bit evasive? Like he's guilty?"

"If he's driving properly, what's there to be guilty about?"

Chen Yuan: ...

Could he say he can't negotiate prices? Maybe the price wasn't bargained down, and now the driver sees their demeanor and gets nervous?

Just as this thought turned in his mind, he heard the driver quietly say to them again:

"Ahem... that... that... it's New Year, after all... I'll give you another 100 off."

A normal bus ride is 20 bucks a person, but because this bus was chartered at 6:30 in the morning just to arrive by 8, the price was negotiated to 600.

But now, another hundred off...

Chen Yuan felt a bit happy and nodded steadily at this moment: "Okay. Thank you."

The driver relaxed, and his entire demeanor cheered up!

...

The bus smoothly drove forward, and though the driver felt restless inside, his grip on the wheel and the accelerator remained steady.

When the bus reached the country road, feeling the not-so-serious atmosphere inside the bus, he also relaxed.

"Look at this road, pretty good, right? It was just repaired last year, it's pretty fast."

"Or else the old road before, full of potholes, lots of turns, we didn't like driving this way, road unfamiliar, not to mention the bumps, couldn't handle passing cars."

But the people inside the bus thought—it's all connected to that side, it's only natural to fix the road.

So each responded cautiously, and the topic passed.

Driver: ...

He increasingly believed these people were not simple, fully aware of what shouldn't be asked, yet still couldn't suppress his eager heart.

After a long pause, he asked quietly:

"So... what are you guys going to do? Friends from Yunqiao Village told us drivers that several groups of people have come this year."

But isn't that just a poor mountain village, no different from other villages around here, why did it suddenly become popular?

Is there a sightseeing spot? Or did an internet celebrity come to check in?

He eagerly inquired, wanting to gather firsthand information to share with other drivers.

Now since they were not facing relatives, everyone was much more candid, and Chen Yuan, who was closest, also spoke up:

"Oh, it's nothing, they're just hiring security guards, we're here to apply."

The driver fell silent.

Thinking that if there's a mission, there's a mission, and what shouldn't be asked, shouldn't be asked!

Just look at the questions being asked, people even have to make excuses... Whose security guards are like this?

Can a village really recruit that many people? Could it possibly be something big? Or someone important visiting incognito?

He quietly noted this down, eager to share the news with others.

...

Meanwhile, at Lao Song's house, Qiaoqiao was already on tiptoe, checking the door several times.

Watching while eating a bowl of food, and then asked:

"When will those cool brothers arrive?"

"Hey, you've asked two or three times already." Wu Lan said a bit impatiently: "Is the food in the kitchen ready? Don't let those cool brothers come and go hungry."