RNP Chapter 666
Chapter 666
After Wu Xie and Fatty Wang came to their senses, they turned to look at Uncle Xu and found him already lying comfortably on the bed, fast asleep under the covers.
Faced with this situation, the two of them were helpless. Although they were filled with countless questions, they didn't want to wake Uncle Xu, so they could only silently climb into bed and lie down to rest.
As night gradually enveloped the land, all was quiet and peaceful. Old Chen led one of his brothers to stand guard by the campfire, while Cheng Ye, who was responsible for watching the first half of the night, sat not far from them. At this moment, the woman Cheng Ye was carrying had been carefully carried into the tent and settled in, and then he returned to the campfire and sat down, occasionally gently poking at the branches in the fire with his stick.
Just then, the guy Old Chen brought suddenly pulled a game console out of his pocket, grinned, and approached Old Chen, pleading, "Boss, can I play this thing?"
Old Chen glanced at his watch and saw that it was still a long time before dawn, so he nodded and agreed, saying, "Okay, but you better take it easy. Don't get carried away and let it affect our business, or you'll be in big trouble when we get back!"
The underling was overjoyed after receiving the boss's approval. He quickly thanked the boss and then turned around impatiently, facing away from everyone, to start playing the game console with complete concentration.
The entire night was shrouded in tranquility, broken only by the occasional crackling of the roaring campfire and the soft clicks of game console buttons.
"Brother Cheng, come on, try this, it's absolutely delicious!" Old Chen said with a big smile, picking up a glass bottle filled with baijiu (Chinese liquor) without any markings and shaking it vigorously at Cheng Ye.
Cheng Ye's gaze was fixed on the bottle of wine in Old Chen's hand, a hint of hesitation and conflict in his eyes. He pondered to himself: if he really drank that wine, would it delay the important matter he needed to handle? But if he refused to drink, it might cause some unexpected trouble…
After some internal struggle, politeness ultimately prevailed over his concerns. Cheng Ye gently took the bottle, tilted his head back without hesitation, and took a large gulp. He then quickly handed the bottle back to Old Chen and whispered, "Thank you!"
Seeing this, Old Chen nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the bottle and took a few more gulps. He smacked his lips and sighed, "Ah, the Northwest is truly desolate, especially at night when the temperature drops drastically, it's bone-chilling! If you could have a sip or two of wine to warm yourself up, otherwise, trying to survive this cold night by just relying on the futile campfire is simply a pipe dream!" Old Chen's tone was quite meaningful as he spoke, as if there was a deeper meaning hidden within.
Upon hearing this, Cheng Ye felt a sudden alarm bell ring in his heart, but he quickly concealed it. He replied calmly, "Actually, the people living here have long been adapted to such a harsh climate."
"But then again, given your skills and age, why don't you go out and explore the world? Instead, you're stuck here in this wilderness as a guide," Old Chen asked, seemingly casually.
"I'm just a cursed lone star... When I was little, my father was brutally murdered by those despicable poachers while protecting me; when I grew up, my mother hanged herself because she couldn't bear the pressure of life; I finally met a lover who didn't mind my miserable life and was willing to spend the rest of her life with me, but her family interfered and forcibly separated us." Cheng Ye recounted his tragic life story in a light and breezy manner, as if those unforgettable pains had long since vanished, but his empty and lifeless eyes betrayed his true inner world.
Hearing this, Old Chen couldn't help but feel pity. He wanted to pat Cheng Ye on the shoulder to offer some comfort, but for some reason, he withdrew his hand halfway through the gesture and simply rubbed his own bald head.
After a moment of silence, Old Chen spoke up: "Brother, stop overthinking! Although we've been through a lot of hardship in the past, we have to look forward! Look how beautiful and lovely your wife is! Besides, the higher-ups recently announced plans to vigorously develop our vast Northwest region. If things continue like this, your happy days will surely come soon!" After saying this, Old Chen winked at Cheng Ye, trying to lighten the mood.
However, Cheng Ye showed no joy in the face of Lao Chen's dry words of comfort. He kept staring at the blazing campfire in front of him and muttered to himself, "I hope it really is as you say... but I don't know why, I seem to feel more and more afraid and terrified of that bright future."
"Boss, I need to pee!" The underling next to him, who had been engrossed in playing a game, suddenly sprang up from the ground as if he had a spring in his butt, and shoved the game console he was holding into Old Chen's arms with lightning speed.
Immediately afterward, without even waiting for Old Chen to react, the kid tightly clutched his stomach, which revealed a thin layer of abdominal muscles through his undershirt, and squeezed his two thin, stick-like thighs together. Then, like a rabbit, he hopped and skipped straight towards the dense thicket not far away.
Seeing this scene unfold before him, Old Chen was furious, but helpless. He could only point at his underling who had disappeared into the bushes, muttering under his breath, "Hey! Look at this bastard! Whenever there's something even trivial, this guy likes to shirk his responsibilities! One minute he's complaining of back pain that he can't straighten up; the next he's yelling that his stomach hurts so badly he's about to poop! Anyway, every excuse he comes up with is so lame and unoriginal! It's fucking ridiculous!"
Hearing Old Chen's complaints and accusations, Cheng Ye, standing to the side, seemed quite tolerant and magnanimous. He quickly comforted him, saying, "Oh, don't take it to heart with a child! After all, he's still young and full of energy! Making them wait here for a long time would indeed be a bit boring, right? So, it's only natural to want to find some fun to pass the time sometimes."
However, Old Chen completely dismissed Cheng Ye's well-intentioned explanation and defense. He curled his lip in disdain and continued to mercilessly expose his younger brother's true colors: "Hmph! Don't be fooled by his good-looking face! Actually, this kid is over thirty years old! He just has a baby face, so to outsiders he looks like he's only in his early twenties..."
"Brother Cheng, let me tell you, don't let his usual jovial demeanor fool you. Back when our patriarch sent him to Siberia for training in the same batch, he beat up several of those Russian instructors." Old Chen didn't seem to see that the moment he approached, Cheng Ye's muscles tensed, his hand gripping the dagger beside his boot as if taking another step closer would result in his immediate beheading.