Chapter 9: Visitors Stop

"It's here, twenty. "The black car stopped on the side of the road. Li Wei opened the car door and struggled to move his huge body out of the car. Today's weather is a bit bad, looking up from the foot of the mountain, halfway up the mountain is still immersed in the smoke, and its undulating lines can be faintly seen, but the top of the mountain is still confused and difficult to peep, and it is even more impossible to see the gate and wall of Xiangyang Temple.

"Wow!" Walking forward for a while, Li Wei couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw a black Mercedes-Benz parked at the foot of the mountain. In such a mountain township, the common people often choose agricultural vehicles and practical cars, and the local government car is best Santana or Audi, and the Mercedes-Benz model in front of him is an imported product that Xiaoping's original 4S shop has never had.

Li Wei found that many locals passing by were just as curious as he was, but after a silent look, they all walked away. From their expressions, Li Wei read a slightly similar emotion to that expressed by the good men and women in Xiangyang Temple, except that the temple was still a little pious, and the Mercedes Benz car on the side of the road was completely in awe, as if in the eyes of people this car was a fierce god who fell from the sky.

"Ouch, this car is great!" Someone behind him suddenly spoke loudly, startling Li Wei. Looking back, it was a man in his fifties, with half-white hair and a dark face, wearing a faded sports jacket and a pair of rough blue jeans. I don't know when he jumped behind him, and now he was staring at Mercedes with his neck craned. "Awesome, it's not cheap at first glance!" his voice was still so loud.

Li Wei looked at him in a downward posture, he stood still, his eyes still stunned towards the noble Mercedes-Benz. "This master, you have a good eye!" Li Wei couldn't help but didn't pat him. "Ahh......h I'm just going to see...... Master, listen to your accent, you're not from this county, are you?"

The old master stretched out his hands behind his back and rubbed his eyes, and said, "Hehe, I've been here for almost 10 years!" "I think you seem to know whose Mercedes-Benz is, right?" "Mercedes-Benz? It turns out that it looks like a Mercedes-Benz! Haha!" When the old master heard this, his eyes immediately flashed with excitement, "Everyone here knows that this is Boss Wang's car." Speaking of this, he stopped talking, as if waiting for Li Wei to continue to ask. Li Wei pretended to be indifferent and turned around and looked at it again before asking, "This Boss Wang, what is he doing?"

"He was originally from a village on the south side of the mountain, and then he followed a few young men from the same village into the city. After a few years, he set up a business, made a fortune, and built his family's old house into a two-story small western-style building, and the house in their village was the most beautiful!" "I made a fortune in the city and still live in the countryside?" "Hmph, although Boss Wang doesn't live in the countryside, he hasn't forgotten to help the villagers! Our county used to make money mainly by growing vegetables and selling them in the city. I have been to a few other places where the boss wants to open a factory here, but we have a good scenery here, and the city is afraid that it will be polluted by the factory, so they will all give it away. In the end, Boss Wang put forward his opinion to the county, saying that our county should use this scenery to engage in tourism, and it must be okay! Then he really invested in helping to repair scenic spots, build farmhouses, and even advertise in the city. After a few years, the county's tourism has really become lively, the county has made enough money, and new roads have been built, and the pockets of the villagers have also swelled. ”

"In this way, Boss Wang is really a good person who does not forget his roots. "Isn't it, you can make a lot of money at your doorstep, who of the villagers still go to the city to work and suffer!" As he spoke, the old master raised his head at the mountain, "Well, this Xiangyang Temple on the mountain was also repaired at the expense of Boss Wang." "Hmm, how did I hear that a group of rich people in the county donated money to repair it together?" "Hehe, compared with Boss Wang, where are there rich people in this county! ”

"Such a capable person, I've been here for two days, why haven't I heard anyone mention it?" "Hey, people call this low-key, low-key, do you understand? The year before last, the county party committee was ready to commend him as an advanced figure, but he simply resigned. He also personally or entrusted someone to convey to the villagers he benefited from, don't publicize him to the outside world. "Why?" "Young man, don't you understand what competition is? Market competition! Boss Wang is a businessman, and in the past, in order to compete outside, it was inevitable that he would form some bonds with others. Some of them have a small heart, you must know that our county is Boss Wang's hometown, and his investment, will use those bad business methods to change the way against our county, we have just developed a little, and they are calculating Isn't it going to suffer? But as long as he comes back, the villagers are enthusiastic. ”

"Oh, that's right...... I'm going up the hill to see the temple. Master, thank you, I don't know where you made your fortune in the village? I am a bookmaker, and I can collect some materials while I come here to play, and if it is convenient, I will talk to you again?" I made copies, printed things, washed photos, and there were two broken photocopiers in the shop, and I was crowded. Every morning I will come to the foot of this mountain for a walk, and if I want to talk to you one day. ”

When his back was far away, Li Wei suddenly thought: "This old master, aren't you afraid that I was sent by someone who had a relationship with Boss Wang?"

After climbing up from the west side and not going far, Li Wei detoured to the road he had gone up the mountain when he had come before. Although the temple was magnificently built, the road up the mountain was as if it had never been repaired, and the first time they visited, the crumble and scraped branches on the potholed dirt road made the tired pair miserable. Fortunately, at this time, the clouds and mist had slowly dissipated, and the route winding between the bushes and the rocks gradually became clear, Li Wei gritted his teeth and climbed up, occasionally seeing groups of tourists walking down from it along the way. Finally touched the stone steps of Xiangyang Temple, to his surprise, the scene of tourists and incense was gone, only six or seven sturdy local men and the two people in brown suits he saw last time blocked the half-hidden temple entrance, and the entire mountain top was suffocating silent.

Before he could finish climbing the stone steps, a man waved his hand and rushed towards him: "Let's go! Don't open the door today, let's go!" Li Wei saw that several other people were also staring at him, so he had no choice but to turn around and walk down. The man looked at his back, turned a steep slope, and disappeared before returning to the temple gate.

After about 1 hour, the temple door suddenly "creaked" open. The two of them walked out quickly and walked straight down the stone steps, and the two "brown suits" at the door hurriedly followed. The two people who walked out of the temple, one was Elder He, and the other was wearing a black suit, and the leather shoes under his feet stepped on the stone steps. After descending the stone steps, he turned his head and whispered something to Elder He, and then led the two "brown suits" down the mountain in a hurry. Elder He returned to the temple gate and ordered the men, "Bolt the gate and follow me into the temple!"

The "black suit" ran to the foot of the mountain and sat directly in the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, while the two "brown suits" got into the front row. The car started, turned around, and sped away in the direction of the city. The master of the copy shop was pacing back, just in time to see a puff of dust and smoke from the wheels.