Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 59 An old friend comes

In Beijing, around ten o'clock in the morning, a train slowly pulled into the Qianmen Railway Station in Beijing.

As steam rose and people crowded on and off the train, Wang Yi and his four companions also arrived at the platform. Relying on their own cultivation, they walked out of the crowded crowd.

Fortunately, they didn't have much luggage and traveled light throughout the journey. Although the expenses were a little higher, it was comfortable.

After leaving the crowded train station, Li Muxuan, who was traveling far away for the first time, looked at the tip of the iceberg of this ancient capital of Six Dynasties and marveled at it.

"This is the capital city. This is my first time in my life in the capital city. There are so many people..."

From Li Muxuan's perspective, long camel caravans transported goods from other places into the capital through the city gates, and also transported goods purchased in the capital to various places.

Around the city gate, small vendors set up along the wall were shouting and hawking their wares, and ordinary people wearing patched clothes were picking and choosing in front of their stalls, negotiating prices with the stall owners.

In addition to these, there were also soldiers marching in formation with guns on their backs through the streets from time to time, as well as large opium dens and gambling dens, creating a bustling scene.

The tower above the city gate is like a giant, overlooking the secular crowds below.

When I say Qianmen Tower, the Qianmen Tower in the hip axis you mention is this city tower.

As for the subsequent bombardment of Wanping City, it was not here.

"Mu Xuan, you are also a senior disciple of the Trinity Sect, don't act like you have never seen the world."

"I have never seen the world. My father would never take me on such a long journey. I guess my father and my two brothers have only been to the capital a few times. Uncle, can you shut up?"

"Beast!"

After figuring out some things on the train, Li Muxuan adjusted his mindset and returned to his previous character.

The truthful answer and the genuine complaints directly broke down the defense of the fifty-year-old man, Si Chong, and he subconsciously learned the speaking habits of Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain.

"Two..."

Liang Ting subconsciously called out softly, and stood in front of him. With a look at Wang Yi who was standing at the front gate, Li Muxuan and Si Chong also stopped fighting.

They all knew about his past from Wang Yi. This ancient capital of six dynasties, where heroes and politicians from all over the world gathered, was a sad place for Wang Yi.

Now, after many years, I return to my old place. No one knows what I am thinking.

What was Wang Yi thinking? He was sad, of course, but he also had a lot of feelings.

After all, Wang Yi has lived two lives. In his last life, he only saw a corner of Beijing on TV. Although he has come to Beijing in this life, all he has left is the saying that while the rich live in luxury, the poor freeze to death on the streets. Now that he has come to Beijing again, it is not so easy to see that scene. But if we really want to say whether it has changed for the better or for the worse, everyone has their own opinions.

"Let's go and find a place to stay first."

After sorting out his thoughts, Wang Yi called on the three people behind him to leave and walked towards the rickshaw pullers waiting for work outside the train station.

As they were unfamiliar with the capital city, Si Chong and the other two, who had just arrived, followed Wang Yi's footsteps.

"Hey, gentlemen, do you need to go somewhere or do you want me to find you a place to stay?"

Seeing Wang Yi walking towards him, a sharp-eyed driver took off his small felt hat and was about to bow, but Wang Yi raised his hand to stop him and stuffed four copper coins into his hand.

"Brother, let me ask you something first."

"Excuse me, young man. The brothers here are all senior. They can give you a definite answer to what I can't ask."

"Some years ago, there was a man in Sijiu City called Mr. Qin. Do you know him?"

"Second Master Qin? Hey, I do know him. Second Master Qin is indeed a great man. In the early years of war and chaos, he was able to spend all his family wealth to open a factory and do business. There were so many poor families in the whole city who had never received his kindness. But this is not a good year. How could such a good man... Oh! I got off topic. I do know Second Master Qin. He is still alive and well. I heard that he made a lot of money in the past few years and is preparing to take back the acquired factory. Sir, what are you doing?"

"Oh, when I was wandering around in the early years, I didn't have the support of Mr. Qin Er to feed me. I don't know where I would be buried now. Now that I'm back, I can be considered to have returned home in glory. No matter what, I have to meet Mr. Qin Er, right? Where does he live now?"

"Of course he lives in his own house, but right now, he should be sitting in the teahouse owned by his old friend, Mr. Wang Lifa. Gentlemen, why don't you go to the teahouse? There's a place to stay there, too."

"Then I'll trouble you, brother. Please give the four of us a ride."

"Sure, considering your attitude, I'll give you 20 bucks for the price!"

"You have the final say, and you pay when you get there."

"Okay, brothers, let's get started!"

As they were talking, the four of them got on a rickshaw each. When they were about to set off, a newsboy holding a newspaper trotted past them. "Newspapers for sale! The great hero Yanzi Li's third disciple, Li Qianlong, has returned to his roots! As a descendant of the Ming Dynasty royal family, in order to show his gratitude, he will be promoted to the chief of the Jingcheng District Police Department soon!"

"Give me a newspaper, kid."

"Okay, sir, that's three coppers."

"The extra coin is for your hard work. Go buy some water with your friends to moisten your throat."

Holding the Morning Post, the four rickshaw drivers took Wang Yi and his friends to the teahouse owned by Wang Lifa, who was mentioned just now.

The capital is big, and the rickshaw pullers earn their money through hard work. The weather in August is also very hot in the capital. After a while, the four rickshaw pullers were sweating profusely. Wang Yi, who was sitting in the back, saw this and secretly used his profound skills to make the four rickshaw pullers feel more relaxed and their pace became faster.

Half an hour later, we arrived at our destination.

After paying the money and saying thank you, Wang Yi looked at this teahouse he had never been to before and walked in with some trepidation. Before he even reached the threshold, he heard voices coming from the teahouse.
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"I just don't understand. The Qing Dynasty, which was full of trouble, finally fell. The previous interim president wanted to be the emperor again but failed and died! There is no emperor in the world now. Why is the world still like this?"

"Hey, Fourth Master, you have never given in in your life, but in this world, you can't survive if you don't give in~"

"Boss Wang, please don't talk about me. Among our old buddies, only Master Qin is very capable! In my half-life, I participated in the Boxer Rebellion and fought several battles with foreigners. I have been self-reliant and have enough food and clothing, but I don't have any great abilities. Only Master Qin has great ambitions and now he is still thinking about taking back his factory. I admire him!"

"I admire you for nothing! I, Qin, just don't want to see my factory that I worked so hard to build being ruined by them! You took my factory, I can bear it if you have a bigger fist. But you have to run this factory well! I feel bad for it being like this, I feel bad for the factory, and even more so for those kids who have a chance to make a living because of my factory! I have to take this factory back no matter how much money it costs!"

In the teahouse with flags of all nations hanging on it, there were a dozen or so tables, but few customers. There were only three fifty-year-old men there chattering about the hardships of the past twenty years.

The shopkeeper, Boss Wang, was wearing a washed blue gown that had turned pale. He had a worried look on his face and his hands were tucked into his sleeves as he listened to the chatter of the other two old friends.

The man called Mr. Chang Si was wearing a blue jacket, a white shorts underneath, a black belt, black pants, a straw hat on the table, and a carrying pole next to him.

His hair is a little gray, and he looks more weathered than people of the same age, but his body is still strong and he doesn't look like someone who would be bullied.

As for the remaining one, he looked like a scholar, leaning on a cane, and he was in good spirits. His words were full of anger towards the world and the injustice of the current rulers.

Just as these three old men were telling each other their sad stories, Wang Yi walked in.

The unexpected visitor interrupted the conversation of the three. Boss Wang saw that there was a guest coming, so he had to go up to greet him. Fourth Master Chang saw that the person who came was young, and his spirit was not like those uneducated second-rate people, nor did he look like a soldier's son, and he was not as angry as before. Only Second Master Qin was stunned for a moment when he saw Wang Yi walk in, and then narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Yi carefully.

"Young man, would you like some tea? Are you alone or are you waiting for a friend? Come and sit down first."

"Thank you, Boss Wang. I'll give you two more rooms for the four of you. We may have to book you for a month."

"Oh, that's great, little brother, please sit down first and I'll calculate it for you."

Unexpectedly, he would receive such a big business as soon as he opened the shop in the morning. Boss Wang was very happy. He had to leave his two old friends behind and go to the counter to do business. Wang Yi did not say much, but just looked at Mr. Qin, who was still strong and energetic, and walked towards him slowly.

The same was true for Master Qin. He looked at Wang Yi with slightly narrowed eyes, and slowly the appearance of Wang Yi coincided with the one in his memory. The crutch in his hand was shaking, and he slowly stood up and looked at Wang Yi who walked in front of him before he spoke.

"You...you are the eldest kid?"

"Yes, Master Qin, I am the eldest son, and I came back to see you."

Seeing that Mr. Qin recognized him and told him the nickname he had when he was working in his factory, Wang Yi didn't say much.

She lifted up her skirt, knelt down and kowtowed to Mr. Qin, a fifty-year-old man.

If it weren't for this person, he might have died in the first month of coming into this world. He will always remember this favor.

"Good! Good! Good kid! I didn't expect that after being a good person for so many years, I, Qin Zhongyi, would finally get rewarded! Great! Hahaha!"

Master Qin started crying while laughing, and Master Chang sat there, watching this scene with mixed emotions.

Boss Wang Lifa, who was calculating at the counter, also stopped what he was doing.

Outside the teahouse, Si Chong, Liang Ting, and Li Muxuan watched the scene and just stood outside without going in to disturb Wang Yi.

In the teahouse, only Mr. Qin's laughter, which was filled with sadness, relief and pain, was heard.

There was also the sound of Wang Yi kneeling on the ground and kowtowed three times.

　The three people in the teahouse, Mr. Qin's real name is Qin Zhongyi, Mr. Wang's real name is Wang Lifa, and Mr. Chang is just called Mr. Chang.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)