C6 One Should Not Judge One's Appearance by One's Appearance

Using the rearview mirror on the motorcycle, Lang Yan was once again pushed down to the ground by the bodyguards in a sorry state, causing him to feel extremely happy.

Actually, he wasn't a vengeful person. However, there were some things that couldn't be done without a grudge, especially what happened ten years ago …

Lang Yan thought, and furrowed his brows.

He had originally wanted to settle the score with Old Master Hee and vent his anger, but Old Master Hee had always been a heavily guarded family, it was not easy for him to sneak in, even if he could sneak in once, it would be useless. He did not want to assassinate Hee Family, furthermore for an old man who had experienced all kinds of storms and lost all his relatives, no matter what tricks he played, it would not be painful at all.

I believe that Hee Zhuolun just needs to spurt out his nose a little and he will be unable to sleep for three days and three nights.

Lang Yan left the villa area, and did not dare to make anymore guesses. He focused on speeding up the expressway. Three hours later, they arrived at Longyin Village, which was about 80 kilometers away from B City.

Although this place was very close to the bustling capital, in order to maintain the simple and unadorned style of the city, the roads of the village were paved with mud and stone, making the village look relatively outdated. However, because of this, many people from the city had come to this place in order to experience the life of the village.

In addition, many tourists were attracted by the old houses left behind more than two hundred years ago, and even the village music on the hill was loved by many tourists.

Lang Yan entered the village and saw the old man watering the plants by the side of the road. He stopped the car and asked, "Uncle, is there a repair shop that helps people repair small cars?"

The uncle laughed brightly, "Yes, there is. If you keep walking forward, we'll reach you within a hundred meters."

Lang Yan asked again: "Then is there only one repair shop in the village?"

"Yes."

Hearing his answer, Lang Yan thanked him with satisfaction and drove to the repair shop.

The repair shop only had a man in his thirties. Since he had no business, he could only sit at the counter and play with his phone.

Lang Yan carefully examined the man who seemed to be in low spirits. After confirming that he was not some decent person, he asked: "Master, are you the boss here?"

Seeing that a customer had come to visit, Car Repairman hurriedly put away his phone and welcomed him with a smile: "Yes, Mister, do you want to repair the car?"

He looked at Lang Yan's motorbike and revealed an apologetic expression, "Sir, I'm really sorry, I only know how to fix small cars.

Lang Yan smiled: "I'm not here to repair cars, I want to do business with you."

When the Car Repairman heard that it was for sale, his smile froze. "Sale? Are you trying to sell car parts? "That would be even more inappropriate. I brought all of the accessories here from the city by myself."

Based on his words, he did not want to make a deal with Lang Yan.

Lang Yan did not explain as he got off the carriage and walked over to Car Repairman's side and said a few words in a low voice.

Car Repairman was startled, then his eyes lit up, but he still hesitated.

Lang Yan knew what he was worried about and guaranteed, "Don't worry, I will absolutely not commit murder or arson. As long as you do as I say, this matter will definitely not involve you in it.

Car Repairman thought about how there was no business going on recently. He clenched his teeth and agreed to this matter, "Alright, but let's make a deal first. If you find out that I am here, I'll tell you that you asked me to do it."

Lang Yan replied, "No problem."

He took out a thousand yuan from his wallet and stuffed it into Car Repairman's hands, turned around, and left on his bicycle.

Car Repairman threw the money in his hands and clicked his tongue twice: "I didn't think that such a dignified person would not be soft-hearted when doing things that are lacking."

One truly could not judge a book by its cover, one could not judge a book by its cover.

Car Repairman kept the money properly, found the thing he needed later and went to do what Lang Yan had told him to do.