"What's strange?" Fang Yuan was a little puzzled.

"I wonder how you agreed." Bao Longtu thought, "I know your personality very well. I have just finished Mr. Cun's work and must rest. If you don't stay at home for a few days, I'm sorry for your otaku attribute. But now, you have actually agreed to Sanger's request, and there must be an affair in it!"

"What kind of affair is better." Fang Yuan said angrily: "The reason I agreed must be because of the reason..."

"What's the reason?" Bao Longtu asked curiously.

Fang Yuan glanced at the eyes: "After he said that after the matter was done, he would give me a box of magic tools and add ten tons of jadeite as a reward. Do you think I should agree?"

"What? Ten tons!" Bao Longtu opened his eyes wide.

"That's right, ten tons." Fang Yuan nodded and said, "It is said that it is still the original stone of the old pit."

"Damn, why are you hesitating? You must agree directly." Bao Longtu said excitedly: "Ten tons of jade, a fool won't agree."

"I'm wrong, it's ten tons of raw stones. Whether there is jade in the raw stones depends on luck." Fang Yuan corrected: "If you are not lucky, you might have them all cut."

"Impossible." Bao Longtu retorted: "The old pit raw stone has a high chance of producing jade, and it is of great quality. As long as you cut out a piece of glass, it will be hundreds of millions."

"So I promised him." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "I think I can try my luck."

"That's a must." Bao Longtu nodded repeatedly: "You can earn ten tons of jadeite rough stones by one trip. You can go there no matter whether it's a sword or a sea of ​​fire."

"It's not that exaggerating. It's just a slander." Fang Yuan said: "I guess it's three to five days at a fast time, and ten to half a month at a slow time. It should be done."

"Well, I believe your strength will be solved soon." Bao Longtu encouraged: "Walk the raw stone back then and we will dissect it ourselves..."

"Yeah." Fang Yuan smiled and nodded, then thought about something, thinking: "We are in Qiannan, and we seem to have people we know?"

Bao Longtu thought about it, patted his thigh and reminded: "Little Lemon, right in Guiyang."

"Haha. That's even better." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Sange and I made an agreement to wait for him in Guiyang for a few days, so we can just visit Little Lemon."

"Hehe, I should indeed visit you." Bao Longtu smiled very treacherously: "You must figure it out. Is Little Lemon him? Or her?"

The little lemon they talked about. They were the designers they met online. They often communicated online. However, they have always been a mystery about the gender of the little lemon.

Although Little Lemon has always claimed that he is a real man, he has never received a response when he asked him (her) to take a selfie on the picture. Therefore, everyone is more inclined to be a girl. Of course, due to the lack of evidence, everyone dares not be very sure, so there is a saying that the gender is a mystery to Xiao Lemon.

"Remember. Be sure to take a photo." After arriving in Dali, before boarding the plane, Bao Longtu repeatedly reminded: "There are pictures to prove it, let's see how Xiao Lemon refutes in the future."

"Don't worry, I know how to do it." Fang Yuan nodded repeatedly, and after seeing off Bao Longtu and others, he also boarded the flight to Guiyang alone.

Soon after, the plane successfully landed safely in Guiyang, which also means that a new journey is about to begin.

As a provincial capital of a province, Guiyang's urban development and construction are definitely not bad. The vast roads are bustling with traffic, the skyscrapers and buildings are rising and falling, and the bustling sounds are endless. It is another prosperous world.

After coming from the airport to the city center and finding a hotel to settle down, Fang Yuan sent a message to Xiao Lemon directly. The content was very short, nothing more than four words: I was in Guiyang.

After a while, Little Lemon replied to the message, without a word, just three exclamation marks and a string of question marks that could not be counted clearly.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan couldn't help laughing, and replied happily: "I'm really in Guiyang. If you have something to pass here, you might stay for a few days. In a word, will you make an appointment?"

In an instant, there was no movement on the opposite side, as if he was in hesitation. Fang Yuan was not anxious, nor urged him, but brewed a pot of tea, drank it himself, and savored it carefully. He also believed that no matter whether Little Lemon was a man or a woman, he knew that he was here, and would meet him and chat for a few words.

The truth is the same. After a few minutes, a message arrived as scheduled, and the content was not nonsense, it was just a detailed address.

Fang Yuan took a look and found that the address was a restaurant. He understood the purpose very clearly, so he naturally wanted to invite him to dinner.

"It turns out." Fang Yuan smiled with satisfaction, packed up and went out directly.

Fang Yuan left the hotel and hired another taxi. After reporting the address, the driver drove around easily. After more than ten minutes, he stopped at the entrance of a restaurant with an elegant environment.

Fang Yuan paid to get out of the car, looked up at the signboard, and confirmed that it was correct here, and immediately walked into the restaurant.

At the right time, a waiter naturally came up and said with a smile: "Sir, how many of you?"

"Look for someone..." Fang Yuan said, his eyes swimming back and forth in the restaurant.

The first floor of the restaurant is very elegantly decorated, the marble floor is smooth and neat, and there are crystal lamps in the sky, and crystal clear bead curtains are hanging down, separating the seats.

It was already afternoon, and it was almost dusk, but it was not the time to have dinner on the lights. It was also a relatively awkward time, so there were not many people in the restaurant, which seemed quite cold.

But Fang Yuan glanced at him and found that someone lit a candle in the corner of the restaurant. At first glance, his eyes lit up and a look of joy appeared.

After repeatedly confirming that there was only one table in the restaurant and lit candles, Fang Yuan no longer hesitated and went straight to the corner. However, when he walked to the corner, he was a little surprised. He saw that there was no one at that location, but there was a plate of lemon on the table.

"It's time, I'm still playing with mystery." Fang Yuan laughed silently, then turned around and asked, "Where is this table of guests?"

"Uh?" The waiter who followed behind was stunned for a moment, and was a little confused: "I was still here just now, could I say I went to the bathroom?"

"It's okay..." Fang Yuan sat down calmly: "Have you ordered?"

"No, no." The waiter shook his head quickly.

"Then let's have two cups of coffee first." Fang Yuan waved: "Let's chat for a while before having a meal later."

"Okay..." The waiter took the order and retreated briskly. Soon after, someone served two cups of steaming fragrant coffee.

Fang Yuan did it himself, added sugar and milk to the coffee, and then stirred it gently with a small spoon. For a moment, the coffee outlined a magnificent pattern in the cup, as ever-changing as clouds and fog.

At this moment, Fang Yuan focused on the seasoning of coffee, but did not notice that someone appeared silently behind him. The man did not make a sound, but just watched silently. When Fang Yuan put down the spoon and raised the cup to drink coffee, a naughty look suddenly appeared on his face, and his palm slapped Fang Yuan's shoulder...

"Bang!"

The gentle vibration broke the elegant and quiet atmosphere of the restaurant. But the situation that the person expected did not happen. Fang Yuan's arm was still moving, and he was still drinking coffee slowly.

Putting down the coffee, Fang Yuan also had a smile on his lips, and then he turned around and said, "Little Lemon, when did you become so childish...uh?"

Seeing the person behind him, a surprise flashed through Fang Yuan's eyes, which was an unexpected feeling.

"How do you know I'm behind?" The man also felt strange: "I shouldn't have any sound when I walk, and no one next to me reminds you..."

"Look down." Fang Yuan pointed casually at the ground. The marble floor light can be seen. No matter who stands here, he can project a clear image.

"Ah, I actually ignored this. This restaurant is so stingy, why don't I lay a layer of carpet..." The man complained, then sat down opposite Fang Yuan, showing a bright smile: "Hello, Brother Firefly, I'm Little Lemon."

Fang Yuan’s net name is the Light of Firefly, and Firefly is the candle, so a candle was lit on the dining table. As for the plate of lemons, it was naturally the Little Lemon itself.

Fang Yuan looked deeply and saw the little lemon in front of him, who was about twenty years old, in his prime, and had a thin layer of velvet beard on his upper lip, which was a little amidst.

In short, none of these fits the image of Little Lemon in his impression.

After looking at it for a while, Fang Yuan raised his glass and drank another sip of coffee, and then smiled: "You are not a little lemon."

"Why isn't it?" The man was a little excited, as if he was eager to show his identity: "I can show you my ID card, which clearly contains the words Ning Meng. No, can this confirm that I am Little Lemon?"

I have to say that the ID card is indeed the proof of identity. Ning Meng is the homonym of Lemon. He came to this restaurant to make an appointment and knew Fang Yuan’s online name. In other words, it should be confirmed that this person is Little Lemon.

The problem is that Fang Yuan looked unquestionable and smiled: "Brother Ning Meng, you may be Little Lemon, but you may not be the Little Lemon I know."

"Little Lemon is me, I am Little Lemon. I know you, why do you say you don't know me?" Ning Meng said angrily: "Can you still have a happy chat if you don't give face like this?"

"We have known each other for several years. At that time, you should have been studying in middle school and already understood design?" Fang Yuan asked with a smile.

Ning Meng blinked: "I am a genius. I have been interested in design since I was a child. Can't I teach myself?"

"...Okay, of course." Fang Yuan suddenly thought of something, and a funny smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Then tell me, what was your original online name?"

"The original online name? Isn't it just Little Lemon?" Ning Meng was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "It happened a long time ago, but I still remember it."

"I remember..." Fang Yuan smiled happily: "Little Lemon is everyone's abbreviation, but I remember clearly that the online name you used at the beginning was five words..."

"What five words?" Ning Meng suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Little Lemon is so stupid!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!