Zhang Chi shook his head and said, "No, I still have something to do."

"What a big deal? You didn't even eat with me?" Boss Qin said with a face.

Zhang Chi also felt that it would be bad to refuse again, and when he was about to agree, Mr. Qin said again: "Let's go out to eat, and you go somewhere with me."

Zhang Chi came here on a motorcycle and originally planned to call a taxi, but Mr. Qin asked him to ride with him, saying that he wanted to experience riding in the second-class seat of a motorcycle.

Zhang Chi was really impressed by him. This old man with old arms and legs actually wanted to go for a ride with him. Thinking about the style, it was very strange. I was riding a motorcycle with an old man sticking out his ass behind him. Oh my god! It's really rare.

Since Mr. Qin insisted, Zhang Chi had no choice but to let him go. When he got in the car, he handed Mr. Qin his helmet. Mr. Qin didn't use it. He put a brown woolen hat on his head and sat sideways on the back seat of the motorcycle.

Go up and say to Zhang Chi like a general commanding soldiers: "Drive!"

Zhang Chi found that Old Qin's sitting posture perfectly avoided the problem of sticking his butt out, so he started the motorcycle and headed west according to Old Qin's guidance.

After driving about twenty kilometers, Zhang Chi realized that Mr. Qin had guided him to a cemetery. He didn't want to eat at all. He had run so far against the cold wind. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

The person in charge of guarding the cemetery was an old man with a white beard. He was squatting at the door to eat with a big white enamel teapot. When he saw Zhang Chi riding a motorcycle, he was a little puzzled, but when he saw Mr. Qin put down the teapot immediately and stood up straight.

He raised his body and gave a military salute to Mr. Qin in a standard military posture.

After getting out of the car, Mr. Qin returned a standard military salute to him, then patted him on the shoulder and said: "Lao Wang, thank you for your hard work!"

"Reporting to the chief is not hard at all!"

Mr. Qin took Zhang Chi into the cemetery. The cemetery was not large in size, but it was well-kept. Even in winter, the pines and cypresses stood proudly inside, and there were still many uncut flowers left on the branches and leaves.

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Chapter completed!